<div class="floatright">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/SiobhanCummins2.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/JohnDoggit2.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> John Doggit (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897467#msg5897467)<br/>Siobhan Cummings (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897467#msg5897467)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Murphy’s Tavern<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Day 1, late evening<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Closed </div><br/>Somewhere between bored, angry, and unbelieving, the corner of Siobhan's lip quirked slightly and she exhaled through her open mouth.<br/><br/>"Uh huh," was all she mustered, tapping the pencil against her lower lip from her crossed arm stance. She rested against the front of the desk, her legs were crossed at the ankles. Her eyes rolled over to look at John. He watched her eagerly from the seated position next to his ancient manual projector. The old news clippings were still being displayed on the screen before them.<br/><br/>Siobhan had been on countless expeditions for the "Truth," as John called it, since she'd joined him down here in this dank shit hole of a basement office, but this has got to be the most far fetched of them all. She'd heard about aliens, witches, demons, and ghosts, but a vampire serial killer? Seriously?<br/><br/>And yet John continued to sit there, watching her expectantly. Did he really think she'd say no? Had she ever said no? She sighed audibly and stood up straight, her arms loosening and shoulders slumping slightly.<br/><br/>"Alright, alright, fine. We'll go." John all but leapt from his chair as he began shoving things into his worn and rugged briefcase. Siobhan turned on the heels of her ankle boots and wearily collected her own things.<br/><br/>The buzzer to the elevator was sounding by the time she joined John in the hall because he'd been holding it hostage for so long. Siobhan sighed again. This was going to be a long week and the massive paperwork she'd eventually have to fill out would prove it. Here's to another resulting internal department investigation, Siobhan thought as she stepped on the elevator beside her partner. John was grinning as the doors closed.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>John was still grinning when they entered the small town tavern, a few hours later. He'd made sure to get them on the earliest flight and had paid extra for the speed of the taxi. He'd been waiting his whole career for this guy! The elusive Mind Melder. Rumor had it that this one vampire had thousands of other vampires enthralled in a cult following and they committed his heinous acts all over the world! If he were to find the Mind Melder, they wouldn't be able to laugh at him and his work anymore.<br/><br/>"Two adjoining rooms, please," he told the man at the Check In counter. The man obliged and ran his credit card. John handed Siobhan the receipt. The paperwork and filing was her job. He stopped to look about the dining area before heading to their rooms, Siobhan close behind, clearly already finding it a waste of time to be here.