[Sodium_noir] Hell is Other People

[Antonia Bifano]

Allen Bradley, Marguerite Sinclair, Mara Ravenclaw
A Pair of Mortals and a Vamp
Sinclair Mansion

>   Eventually, they made their way across the main room and stood near the 
>foot of the grand stair, giving them a quiet spot for their conversation, 
>yet in well enough of view of the room so that Marguerite could continue 
>her role as hostess.  A coldly calculated position giving them the maximum 
>amount of privacy they could expect for a minimum amount of impropriety.
>
>   "It looks like the storybooks are wrong," Bradley said, eyeing the 
>alcove where Fresserei still held Marguerite's friends conversationally 
>hostage.  "Sometimes it's the lady who must rescue a knight."
>
>   Marguerite tilted her head slightly and almost started saying something 
>in return, but instead slid her eyes to her left and smiled at one of her 
>guests making her way toward the pair.  Bradley turned as well, taking a 
>nearly imperceptible half-step away from Marguerite as he did so.  Their 
>visitor was well dressed, not overly made-up, nor dripping with jewelry 
>like half of Marguerite’s guests draped over themselves like a shield 
>against Gotham’s crushing poverty.  But she tickled something in the back 
>of his mind, as if he knew he should recognize her but for some reason 
>couldn’t place a name with a face.

>   Of course, it all came together when Marguerite greeted her guest.  Mara 
>Ravenclaw, an attorney and recent transplant to Gotham.  Bradley willed his 
>face to relax into its accustomed public pose, a friendly smile with a 
>trickle of the warmth from his previous conversation leaking through his 
>eyes.  Meanwhile, his mind quickly dug through his memories as Marguerite 
>and Ms. Ravenclaw exchanged banal pleasantries, trying to dredge up 
>anything he knew about her guest.

For a moment, Mara ignores Lady Sinclair's escort.  He was mortal.   She 
greets Lady Sinclair, thanking her for her hospitality and asking if she had 
received the documents she'd had sent to her.  She wanted to ask if they 
were to her liking, but didn't want to press her luck too far.  She was 
patient, she had time.

>   He knew that she was the founder of some non-profit law firm that 
>recently opened up in Gotham.   That she'd worked for the Public Defender’s 
>office back in Seattle, but other than that small tidbit of information, 
>she was a blank slate.  At least she hasn’t sued us for anything, he 
>thought to himself.  Though she had sued Gotham on behalf of a church.
>
>   “Where are my manners?” Marguerite said, interrupting her short 
>conversation with her guest.  “Mara Ravenclaw, this is Allen Bradley, 
>apparently one of the few men in this city willing to devote his time and 
>money to the less fortunate.”

>   “More money than time, I’m afraid,” Bradley said, extending his hand in 
>greeting.  “I’ve heard some good things about your firm.  It’s nice to meet 
>someone who’s not just looking after their own skin.”

Mara offers her own hand, and feels the warmth against her own skin, cool as 
marble.  "Thank you.  It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Bradley.  What did 
you say you did?"  She knew he didn't, but was fishing for an answer.

>   [OOC: Sorry about taking so long to post.  Year-end close + new dog = 
>very little time for myself.  Antonia, if I’ve written anything incorrect 
>or non-common knowledge, please let me know or just correct it in your 
>response.  Thanks.]

(No worries and I know the feeling, because I've been going through the year 
end thing too.  I made a few changes to your post.)

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