|I'm glad to have seen this band on their final tour.|
Breaking Bread (L.A. Noire 4F)"Ira! Are you in there?" Courtney yelled, pounding on the screen door. Squeaking floorboards answered him. Flies buzzed in the low light, the sparse furniture displaying tiny teeth marks. "It's Courtney!" He added, "I brought you dinner!"Breaking Bread (L.A. Noire 4F) by nightchildmoonchild
"…Doc?" Ira's shadow poured into the main room from a side doorway. He drew back just as fast. "How do I know this ain't a trick?"
"I wouldn't let you down, would I?"
Minutes ticked by, and Courtney lowered the bag to the porch. "I'll leave it for you."
"No, wait! Don't go!" Ira bawled, and Courtney couldn't find it in himself to smile.
"It's too open out here to have a safe picnic dinner," Ira muttered seriously, folding his hands on the porch railing.
Courtney smiled reassuringly from where he sat on the stairs. "We can stay right here, then."
"You always take care of me," Ira sheepishly replied.
"It's my duty," he patted the bag, "Hungry?"
Ira nodded. Aluminum foil glowed in the light of the moon as Courtney removed the covered dish, followed
Hours Until Sunrise (L.A. Noire 4F)"You struck the sparks, you fired the flames in me, and now my heart's a blazing ruin. You say that you were…only fooling." Cradling the microphone close, Elsa winks. Her gesture sends up wolf whistles.Hours Until Sunrise (L.A. Noire 4F) by nightchildmoonchild
Cole flashes her a slight smile, but shrewdly decides against giving his location away by raising his glass. Harlan's jovial laughter, presumably at one of his friends' jokes, causes it to slip off his face.
"It's for her benefit," Harlan told him as he splashed his face in the men's room sink.
Cole's eyes narrowed. "You're her psychiatrist, from what she has told me."
Harlan smiled as he reached for a towel. His voice was muffled as he rubbed it over his face, "It's a sacred bond we hold, doctor and patient."
"Whatever that bond is, I want to see the documentation that allows you to drug her," Cole replied pointedly.
Harlan met Cole's eyes in the mirror. "I'm afraid that would be a violation of doctor-patient confidentiality."
"I'm on the vice squad now. I can demand it from you.
Current Residence: Atlantis|
Favourite genre of music: Symphonic Metal, Industrial Metal, Gothic Metal
Favourite style of art: Literature and photography
MP3 player of choice: I've got an iPod touch
Shell of choice: Conch
Wallpaper of choice: Roger and Dorothy in Big O's cockpit
Skin of choice: Planets
Favourite cartoon character: Mr. Freeze
Personal Quote: You may say your piece. Even if I don't agree with you, I'll still lend an ear.