<div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/A8.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/LaurieJohnson2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Aryanna Murphy (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897479#msg5897479)<br/>Laurie Johnson (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897467#msg5897467)<br/>May Murphy (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897467#msg5897467)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Murphy’s Tavern<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day 1, evening<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Michael Corbin<br/><br/>"Michael Corbin," the named rolled off Laurie's tongue. She was going for honey, but it most likely sounded more like cheese. She grasped his hand in her own small one and gave it a little shake. Not letting go of his hand, she leaned in closer and was about to ask a most naughty question, when May intervened.<br/><br/>"Laurie Cumorah Johnson," May's gentle but stern voice rang out. May's 'discipline voice', like all older women somehow managed to do, seemed as though it came from the Heavens, while no one but yourself and those close could actually hear. "I believe that is about enough prying for today. Run along now, child," the last word was slightly emphasized as she nodded in Laurie's direction.<br/><div class="floatright">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/MayMurphy.jpg)</div><br/>Laurie scowled slightly at the woman, gave a huff, but responded with, "Yes, M'am," before going to sit at an empty two seater table by the wall. May motioned for Ary to bring the water to her. Ary, who had been watching the whole thing with wide eyes, now felt slightly like a cowled animal as she scooted toward May. Laurie was forever getting her in trouble with Mama. May, however, didn't seem the slightest perturbed with her and for that, Ary was relieved. She dropped off the water with May and went to take the orders from a different table as May asked.<br/><br/>May turned back to Michael. "I apologize, young man. I've not a clue what has gotten into the young girls of this town. Now, tell me, what will Michael Corbin have for dinner?" She paused and gave him a small knowing wink. "Yes, I know who you are. What? An old lady can't indulge herself in a bit of mystery every now and then? But tell me, dear, what has you all the way out here?"<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/LeonaSmith.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Leona Smith (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897467#msg5897467)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Murphy’s Tavern<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day 1, evening<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Todd Williams<br/><br/>Leona fingered the new wallet. How many times over the years had she done this? And yet the small thrill of it never got old. She looked up as the waitress approached.<br/><br/>"Oh, the chicken please," the waitress waited as Leona opened the menu and pointed, "Grilled, with the steamed vegetables." Leona was eating light, having had quite a heavy lunch at the old mom and pop restaurant down the street. She swore she could still feel the grease coating her fingers.<br/><br/>She placed her new wallet in the back pocket of her jeans and readjusted the straps on her black top. The summer was warmer here than she was used to in New York. At least they weren't in the tropics. She recollected her romp through the jungle one summer in search of an artifact and almost groaned out loud. The man, Todd, was talking again. Leona wasn't sure how she felt about working with another partner so soon after Roger's death. Her eyes were clouded in sadness for a moment as they met Todds. His eyes were mysterious but she felt they were kind as well. It reassured her a bit and knowing that their American boss liked and trusted him helped quite a bit.<br/><br/>"I did get the same information. And a bit more that I will be sharing when it's a bit more private," Leona motioned with a slight head bob in the direction of Elise. Leona had just gotten a package that morning with the real directive inside, not the one they were told. She had been on enough of these journeys before to know that's generally how they handled the most important of missions.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Aryanna Murphy (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5897479#msg5897479)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Murphy’s Tavern<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day 1, evening<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Todd Williams and Leona Smith<br/><br/>Ary tugged at the black waist apron, smoothing it and her shirt, before walking to the steam table for the fortieth time that night. She picked up two plates, one of them grilled chicken and vegetables, and walked back out to the table with the well dressed man and woman. She sat the dishes in front of the perspective consumers.<br/><br/>"Can I get you all anything else at the moment?" Ary asked, a pleasant smile playing about her innocent face. She looks up in time to see a Native American man walk into the dining area. The man had an actual flippin spear! What the hell? Murphys sure was getting its full of cast and characters in here tonight. The new man sat at a table and motioned him over. Ary gave him a wave to let him know that she'd seen him and would be over as soon as she could.