Graceland (Closed!)

[Hannah Elise]

{Yay who's starting??}

[Combeferre.]

(I will, I'll have my post up as soon as I'm at a computer c:)

[Combeferre.]

Quinn Parker

It had been a painfully long plane ride to California, but Quinn had battled through, with an amazing total of zero sick bags filled (his personal best was probably around five). He may not have wanted to have been stationed in California, but right now anything was better than that god forsaken plane. Knowing roughly where he was going and having a good idea of what 'Graceland' looked like, he caught a cab to the middle of the town he knew it was in. Having only one suitcase made things easier, but he found it a little sad that his life could be summed up into one plastic box on wheels.

He found Graceland amongst the other beachside residences because of how much larger and grander it was. Reaching the front door after climbing a mountain of stairs up the side of the house, he peered inside to realise it looked pretty much dead inside. The front door was open; whether they were expecting him or someone was actually in, he wasn't sure. Nevertheless, he proceeded inside, his life-in-a-box trailing behind him.

[Despondency.]

Holly Rennie

It was a laboriously hot day, so Holly had decided to sit on the open windowsill gazing out at the sea, surfers and just your average beach goers. She was surprised that so many people had tan instead of sun burn, but that was the norm in California, wasn't it? It just proved that Holly was different, by having almost sickly pale skin. She sighed and jumped off the windowsill, to pace the living room. She was bored, oh so very bored. At this point she wouldn't have even minded some social company, but everyone else was probably on the beach.

She groaned and flung herself on the couch. She decided to clean her gun again, as there really was nothing else to do. She removed the gun from her holster and the cloth from her pocket and casually cleaned it. What was this... The 5th clean today? 6th? She shrugged off the feeling that she was quite possibly OCD and just cleaned. That was when she heard the door open. As quick as a flash, Holly was up from the sofa and ran quietly to the hallway, just out of sight from the door. She peeked around the corner to see who the intruder was... She didn't recognize his face. He didn't live here. This was a truly wonderful excuse. Holly stepped out of the corner, gun pointing at the stranger. "You have 30 seconds. Who are you and why are you here?"

[Combeferre.]

Quinn Parker

"Quinn Parker, FBI, newly assigned to California," Quinn's answer escaped his lips before he'd even had time to think. That was training's fault, he supposed; they were taught to think incredibly quickly. A second's hesitation could be the difference between living a dying. Only then did he realise he'd not only answered her, but also let go of his suitcase to pull his own gun on her. It didn't put him at an advantage, exactly, but at least now he wasn't at a disadvantage either. He watched her carefully, silently daring her to counter him. This definitely wasn't the kind of welcoming he was expecting, and not the kind of welcoming he was feeling well enough to go through. His stomach still felt knotted, and he was hungry, since he'd put off eating so he didn't have anything to struggle to keep down.

[voices]

Talas.
Talas walked down the stairs grudgingly, his back was still inflamed from yesterdays mission. He ran his hand through his hair and stepped down, whistling. He sighed as the sun blazed through the window and into his eyes, which were still asleep. He walked over into the kitchen then heard someone unfamiliar speak, he whipped his head in the direction of the door and walked over to Holly and someone else, pointing their guns at each other. He saw the suitcase on the ground and knew who the other was. "Stop Holly." He ordered, "This is the new recruit, I'm supposed to take care of him." He nodded to her to lower the weapon with a sigh.

[Despondency.]

Holly rennie

Holly was about to contradict him, when he brought his own gun out. She readied herself to either dodge or shoot, when she heard Talas behind her. She grudgingly put her gun by her side, but not back in her holster. Always be prepared. She took a step back, so to be behind Talas and to get a better view of the new kid. 'Quinn'. He didn't look to suspicious, in fact, he looked a bit young. Obviously he knew how to handle a gun, but is he the kind of person that would shoot? Didn't look like it, but never judge a book by it's cover.

[Combeferre.]

Quinn Parker

Watching Holly for a moment longer, Quinn straightened up again and put his gun back in his holster, before looking to their new company. He knew who it was straight away; Talas Dresteh. He was something of a god back at the bureau, and Quinn had had no idea that he was to be his training officer. "Agent Dresteh," he couldn't help but genuinely grin, and held his hand out to shake his, "Quinn Parker, sir. It's an honour to be training with you."

[voices]

Talas.
Talas smiled a bit, shook the new kids hand. "Please, call me Talas, can't stand those agent names." He said then nodded to Quinn's bag. "Come on, we've still got Dan's old room in use." He said, turning to the steps. "Holly? Can you get a background check for Drew; the guy we chased out of west-broad yesterday? I'm pretty sure he was part of the action behind." He asked.

[Despondency.]

Holly Rennie

Holly was snapped out of her train of thought. "Huh? Oh sure, right Talas..." She said rather airily and turned around to walk away. But she stopped for a moment. She had just pulled a gun on someone she was going to have to work with, best make amends. She turned back around to face Quinn. "I'm Holly by the way. Sorry for earlier. Force of habit, but maybe try knocking next time? It's less suspicious." She said plainly and then walked away. She went to the computer and started to research Drew. It would be so much more usefull if she knew his surname...