Moonlight{FALON}

[MICHAEL DANVERS]

Michael was sitting at a booth in starbucks. He was on lunch break. The Starbucks was fairly quiet for this time of day which was good. he didn't have too many people coming in and the crowd. His badge was clipped to his belt. A shoulder holster was under his suit jacket which held his 9mm Smith and Wesson.

The day was going rather slowly to begin with anyway so he was glad to get out of the precinct and away from the monotiny of paper work and going over cases. He ran a hand through his short blond hair and watched as a young man entered the Starbucks. He quirked an eyebrow at him. The young man was acting oddly, which set up Mike's red flags. He kept a close eye on him the entire time.

When he bought something and left, Mike relaxed. His radar was sharply tuned. He watched everyone and sized up people even when he was on break. It was a habit that he always utilized.

Mike took a sip of his coffee and just leaned back against the booth, enjoying some down time until he had to go back to work. He hated the idea of going back , but he had to. He was still going to find Elizabeth's kidnappers, and well murder's really. He wasn't going to rest until they were safely behind bars, or even on death's row. They deserved it for splitting up his family. Sighing, he slid both hands around the cup, enjoying its warmth as he nursed it

[honey]

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Falon sighed as she opened the doors to the Starbucks. She had just came back from a day at the beach with Gail. She loved her best friend, but she hated going to the beach during the day. She was more of a night person. She liked going to the beach at night, when no one was there. Being in large crowds just terrified her. Falon walked through the doors, and headed to her normal booth. Several of the workers greeted her kindly, many of them knew her well since she was there often. Something made Falon stop in her tracks. Her booth was occupied by a police officer. Damn... Falon thought, annoyed. She hated when this happened. But she went to the booth anyways. "Mind if I sit here officer?" She asked. Trying to be formal. He wasn't much older than she, but he was an officer, so she had to be nice. Although, she had to admit, he was pretty cute. But he was probably married. For some reason, most cops were. No matter how mean, or nerdy. It bothered Falon. If you husband was mean, why stay with them? It was just crazy!

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^{TAG - Michael
WORDS - 196
NOTES - I hope this post doesn't suck. :/
TUNES - two birds stoned at once , chiodos.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}

[MICHAEL DANVERS]

Michael looked up at the lovely young woman. He gestured to the seat across from him as though saying 'be my guest'

"Sure thing" he said to her and watched her.

"Sorry if this was your booth. The others were taken" he said smiling at her. "I'm Michael, but you can call me Mike. What's your name?" He asked her and extended his hand out to her.

He still had a good fourty five minutes left on his break so that was good. He was able to take his time eating lunch and just relax. He leaned back against the vinyl seat.

He tilted his head.

"So you live in the Falls?" he asked her curiously.

Michael grew up here in Hollow Falls his entire life. It was the only place he ever called home really. He didn't imagine living anywhere else. It just wouldn't seem right. Michael took a sip of his coffee and finished off his doughnut.

She was cute. Attractive. The sun fell across Michael's face, illuminating his blue eyes. Most people said those were his best features. His eyes were almost a pale blue. He watched her patiently

[honey]

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Falon smiled at the police officer and sat down. "Oh it's fine. It's not like my name is written on the booth." She said. Even though she had written her name on the underside of the booth, but she didn't want the cop to know that. "Oh, I'm Falon" She smiled again. Introducing herself. Usually she was a lot more terrified of people, but she didn't want the cop to think she was an emo little brat. Emo. That was such a strong stereotype. Just because someone is quiet and wears black, they are automatically branded as emo. Which is such stupid.

Even while talking to the Mike, Falon's eyes stayed on the table. Not making eye contact. Falon was just to shy. Even towards a cop. She cautiously pulled her sleeves down. Not wanting Mike to see the scars on her arms from where she cut. She didn't want anyone to see them. Especially not someone she just met.

Falon had been so deep in her thoughts about stereotypes that she had forgotten the cop was there. "Oh, sorry. I hardly slept last night, so I must have zoned out. But yes, I live in falls. Always have, must likely always will." She grinned. Falls was such a little town, but she loved it. So she would always stay. Ya know, unless she got an amazing job offer somewhere else. That would be the only reason she would leave.

Falon noticed Mike eating a donut and giggled. The was the biggest stereotype against cops. They supposedly always eat donuts. And a cop was eating a donut in front of her. Funny. She smiled. Her eyes still on the table.

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^{TAG - Michael
WORDS - 280
NOTES - I just used all the muse I had for the day. :/
TUNES - two birds stoned at once , chiodos.
CREDIT - template by MUNZTAR * of caution 2.0}