OPEN - I can see clearly now the rain is gone

[curious_spirit]

Who: Shadow Moon and OTA
Where: Snowflurry Avenue Books, Phoenix Rising, Pour Judgment and the market
When: Current
What: Catch all
Warnings: Possible language. Will update.


Snowflurry Avenue Books

The barista who is about a foot bigger than the rest, usually wearing short sleeves that cling to his sizeable chest and biceps under the uniform apron, is Shadow Moon. He can be found at Snowflurry Avenue when not at his other job with Phoenix Rising at the Metroplex.

Yet his size doesn’t seem as formidable when in an apron, busy putting together a variety of drinks. He easily will offer a smile when people are kind and isn’t loud in conversation. Not overly chatty, Shadow often observes to make the appropriate small talk.

“How can I help you?” he would ask if someone unfamiliar approached, otherwise the same friendly smile would greet those familiar. Shadow would appear to keep his nose in a book if not actively working behind the counter but quietly observe the surroundings regularly.


Phoenix Rising (The Metroplex)

Being a boxing instructor, Shadow arrives at least half an hour before his student to prepare by checking equipment and/or warming up by getting a light workout in. He would get a real workout in once a day and watch some of the other classes from time to time.


Pour Judgment

In the evening after dinner, he was one of the bartenders who works until closing most nights. There are kids in the establishment until about nine who Shadow would watch with amusement. Most of the staff also watches after the minors but a certain zealous security guard rarely ever looks amused.

Shadow has a gentle approach when striking up conversations. Usually he would use a simple line after observing the person sat in front of him, picking up on a mood or demeanor. Anyone who didn’t seem up for conversation were left alone but served no less than any other patron.


The Market
Need someone to reach that item off the top shelf? Shadow would be glad to help, keeping a friendly expression unless given reason otherwise. Shopping was something he usually did with Lydia but surprised her from time to time and this was one of those. He might glance a little long over the selection of flowers or something nice if they can be found.

"I'm sorry," he'd immediately utter if bumping into someone or even if they walked into him (maybe he had stepped out from where he stood without looking). Shadow was a little softer than a wall but not by a big margin. Hopefully nothing fragile was being carried when the collision took place.

Comments

[prodigalmess]

Malcolm shakes his head. "I.. can't even imagine what that must be like." He has no children of his own, and his relationship with his father is fraught, to say the least. Any good father would want to be with his child though. Malcolm hopes that they're able to get home for Shadow's sake.

"Well." He was being framed for murder. His sister had just killed a man in their mother's home. "I was working as a consultant with the NYPD."

[curious_spirit]

"Most days, I try not to. Doesn't really work," he uttered quietly. Shadow looked at the pictures of Leo daily. He and Lydia were torn on whether or not it was better to be without their son. They'd heard of the dangers before Haven, worse than the current setting.

The conversation thankfully turned to what Malcolm's life was before Haven. Shadow arched a brow. "Consultant? Like a PR rep or...?" Hopefully it wasn't too personal a question.

[prodigalmess]

"No, as a profiler," he says. "I worked with a homicide team run by a mentor of mine, consulting on their cases." Malcolm takes a sip of his coffee. "Not everybody wants a profiler to join their team, but I think ultimately they appreciate my insights."

Malcolm can be an acquired taste. He didn't have the most tact when he first started working as a profiler, but he's gotten better at it.

[curious_spirit]

Shadow looked impressed. He gave Malcolm a nod. "Never thought a police department would use a consultant for murders. They're smart to use a profiler. Did you help them solve a lot of cases?"

Malcolm never came across negatively to Shadow. The profiler was unique, to say the least but with a good energy--for lack of a better description. Shadow usually had a feeling about people. His intuition was shaken a little by his wife's infidelity, eventually discovering that he hadn't been wrong; she had loved him but had a tendency to be self-destructive. Moreso with Shadow not around.

[prodigalmess]

"I mean, not to toot my own horn, but yes, I have." Malcolm closed a lot of cases at the FBI. That was never their problem with him. Instead, they found his methods unorthodox and sometimes unpredictable.

"Profilers aren't always wanted," he continues, "but I could argue that they're always helpful and needed." Malcolm smiles and drinks his coffee.

[curious_spirit]

"Look, when it comes to saving lives, I'd hope the authorities would put their egos aside and use your help. ...Tell me about some of the cases you've solved! --If you don't mind," Shadow had immediate said when Malcolm finished speaking.

He hadn't been into crime stories but enjoyed a good murder mystery novel from time to time. Currently, Shadow had just started to read A Beautiful Mind that had been sparked by his like of math. Malcolm was much more interesting.

[prodigalmess]

He laughs a little at that request and shakes his head. Technically, he solved the case of the girl in the box, but everything that happened around it is still kind of raw for him to talk about.

"Okay, one case I worked recently involved a dead body that was so perfectly preserved that the man looked like he was still alive. He was posed sitting on a couch, looking normal except for the fact that he was cold and didn't move. Based on some of the evidence at the scene, I theorized that we were looking for a necrophiliac." He shrugs. "I was right."

Just some casual necrophilia talk over coffee, no big deal.