<div class="floatleft">(http://us.cdn003.fansshare.com/photos/samworthington/sam-worthington-gossip-2021051127.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Liam Jeager<br/><strong>Location:</strong>A hotel near Time Square<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Corina<br/><hr/><br/><br/>The woman seemed to be all over the place, her words not making any sense to either of the men. They shared a brief glance, both ending up shrugging their shoulders to show that neither had a clue what was going on. It was weird, but that was New York for you; weird shit happened there all the time. They usually involved more eccentric types though, Liam thought. Not that he was complaining about having an attractive redhead in a tightfitting bathingsuit bump into him or anything.<br/><br/>The woman suddenly tugged him along by hand, leading him into, what he suspected, was her hotel room. Jim followed with raised eyebrows and an offhanded joke about how he himself never managed to get into a girl's room that fast, earning him the expected wry, over the shoulder look from his younger colleague.<br/><br/>Any further banter was denied as their attention was drawn towards the flatscreen television set the woman had turned on. A newsreport was on and both of them watched it carefully. As it progressed Liam's stance unconsciously changed, becoming more weary and agitated. Once it had ended he couldn't help but sigh and scratch his head, turning towards Jim as he did so.<br/><br/><strong>"Well, this is a right fine mess,"</strong>the pudgy man said gruffly, giving his stubbled chin a light scratch. All in all he seemed a lot more composed than Liam had thought he would be. Any normal person would be at least a<em>little</em>more stressed about the whole impending doom matter. With the feintest of chuckles he added, after a moment,<strong>"I've been tellin' Marie the government would be the death of us some day for years. Who's the "crazy old coot" now, eh?"</strong><br/><br/><strong>"You're awfully calm about this."</strong>Liam himself wasn't quite as calm, thoughts racing through his mind at a hundred miles per hour. How could this have happened? What should they do? He had to call his sister to make sure she was alright. If everyone knows about this, then things are going to turn bad quick, right? It was in the human nature. Fear would lead to violence for sure. He could take care of himself, but his sister was weak because of the chemotherapy. He had to get back to Brooklyn as soon as possible.<br/><br/>By now the woman had returned, having changed her attire to something more casual. She introduced herself as Corina.<br/><br/><strong>"Liam... Liam Jeager,"</strong>he responded somewhat absentmindedly, still in a haze of sorts. It wasn't exactly a matter he could take his mind of just like that.<br/><br/><strong>"Jim Walkins, missy."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"...Jim, we need to go back to Brooklyn. I can't just leave Jenny by herself. Things are going to get worse fast for sure!"</strong>Liam, usually calm and collected, was skirting awfully close to a full on panic attack. Luckily<del>    </del>or perhaps unluckily for him, Jim was quick to notice this and gave his young coworker a solid swing to the jaw, knocking the unprepared man to the floor.<br/><br/><strong>"Ow, fuck...!"</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Calm down, boy! We'll get you back to yer sister, but not if you start actin' like a damn fool!"</strong><br/><br/><strong>"...Sorry."</strong>Liam took the offered hand and was raised back up onto his feet. His jaw stung quite a bit, but there was nothing he could do about it now. Turning to Corina, he applogized again.<strong>"Sorry about that."</strong>