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Alfred rested himself onto couch to recollect himself. After some moments passed and his breathing started to return to normal, Francois decided to break the ice for a brief moment. “Take as long of a breather as you need, Mr Jones. If you prefer it- you do not need to speak and we can postpone your session to another time.”

Alfred shook his head and continued to stare at the ceiling above. “Who- who was that man?”

“That was Professor Alexander Walker. He often comes here to discuss methods and sorts. Are you familiar with him? A student of his perhaps?”

Alfred frowned. “No- I’ve never met him before” his eyes winced. ‘and yet...’ going silent in self thought.

“Normally I don’t rely on outside information of my clients- Oscar and Arthur have mentioned that you have been having nightmares lately. Can you tell me about them? Could it possibly be related to earlier?” he questioned curiously.

“I-I’m unsure...” closing his eyes to recall the images.

“If it’s too much on you-”

“It’s not.” Al cut the therapist off. “No the dream’s I’ve been having is from my childhood.  When I saw Mr. Walker- I was reminded of... my dad.”

“And could you tell me what sort of person was he?”

“That’s the thing, doc. I don’t know. Actually I shouldn’t have any memory of him.” Clasping his forehead. “Grandmother told me that my parent’s died in a car accident when I was just a year old. Yet-.” His teeth clenched. “ I remember hearing my mom’s scream across the house. I managed to crawl out of bed with my teddy to find her. But-” His head throbbed in pain.

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BH Therapy Arc RoughDraft

Alfred’s eyes gazed widened even further as the rest of his body started to fail him. Lips quivered while the rest of his body shook at the sight of the man before him. His voice triggered something Al had long since forgotten. Fear rose from within to cringing shrieks. 

This caused the Professor to jump back and Francois to rush into action to calm the now hysterical patient. “Deep breaths now.” Blocking Al’s vision from anything else.

“What happened?” Arthur asked the Professor who was backing out of the scene. 

“Not exactly sure- if I were to guess, I’d say your friend recalled something to cause a panic attack.” Scratching the back of his neck.

“Do you know him professor?”

“Hmm? Oh heavens knows I don’t have a clue. I see at least 300 new faces a semester.” He shrugged and turned to proceed to the door. “I do hope your friend recovers quickly, Detective.”

“Kirkland.” he corrected, causing the Professor to halt. 

“Oh? Sorry to hear that- I know you were hoping to redeem your family’s name, Mr. Kirkland. Such a shame, your brother I mean.” Arthur’s eyes narrowed. “Toodaloo.”

Francois removed Alfred from the lobby and into his office so Al could lay down and try to recollect himself.

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Arthur’s Side (solo draft)

He took a quick breath as he gathered his thoughts once more. “When I first met you- If I didn’t find someone to work with me soon, my own Hunter license would have been revoked. Every canidate I met prior to that day were nothing but greed and selfishness, no trace of remorse for those around them. Metting you, I /suppose/ you could say was fate. You had astonding flexabilty and strength. But most of fall you were more cocern for a mere stranger’s wellbeing. You could of easily argued that I was at fault for the fall of your act.”

“Despite your childishness, idiotic nature, you’re quick to enteract and assist those in need.”

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The Talk (Revised) pt1

Alfred took his seat, quietly judging Arthur’s expressionless face. “Is this about that nightmare? Look, I’ve said it before that it was just a stupid dream. And even Oscar says I’m qualified as a Bounty Hunter.”

The Englishman’s face harden. “That was no nightmare. Alfred. For several nights I’ve witness you suffer during your slumber. That very night just happened to be one of your worse incidents. Oscar even recovered medical records that you’ve had these Terrors for quite some time.”

“What I want to discuss is living arrangments.” Placing the Hunter license onto the coffee table. “Now that you have this, you may leave. I no longer require your services.”

Alfred stared in disbelief. “This is a joke, right?” No answer. “What the fuck man! Wasn’t this whole job because you need a partner? You needed ME? Did you not see something in me worthy of trust? I’ve kept my word, havent’ I? In turn of letting me crash your place, I’ve cleaned the place, even provide you healthy meals everyday. And now you’re forcing me out?”

A fire rose out of Arthur. “If you’re so dead set of remaining here than care to explain THIS?” Tossing a copy of a newspaper article. “Tell me one good reason you shouldn’t be rotting in a cell! Because if you stay, I’m damn sure placing your sorry arse behind bars!”

Alfred’s eyes widden at the picture of the younger self. He thought he had covered his tracks well enough that no one would find out about his hometown, and it’s dark secret.

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The Talk (solo rp)

Alfred returned to the appartment roughly around 10 am. There Arthur awaited his arrivial. The poor Brit didn’t get any sleep that night, nor did Alfred as he supposely had a marathon with a friend. 

“Oh, hey! You’re up early.” Alfred yawned.

“Have a seat Jones.” Arthur looking even less enthused.

“Mm sure-.” glancing back in a sulking manner. “So we’re having the talk now.”

“Pricelessly. But first-” Arthur threw down printed copies of an old newspaper Headline ‘Boy Missing from Local Massacre’ “Care to explain this?”

The American stared at the page in slience. His previous smile quickly faded. What could he say? How was he to beigin to explain that the missing boy in the paper was here and now.

“Give me one good, and I mean, good reason I shouldn’t turn you in.”

Alfred’s eyes widen in horror. “Arthur- you can’t be-.” he began but the exchanged expression gave him the answer. “Arthur- Please.” he pleaded.

The Brit’s composure remained the same causing Alfred to slide back in defeat.

“I wasn’t- sigh, I was just a kid coming home after class. Grandmother took care of me after my parent’s passing. But this day was... odd. The lights were off, blinds closed, and foul odor from the kitchen. Thought perhaps Gran forgot to take out the trash but then I found her...” Alfred flinched at the reminder. “I did what I had to- the man that killed her was after me..”

Arthur listened and was able to piece together most of the tale without digging into graphic details. “What of these men?”

Alfred shook his head. “I never saw them. I fled and passed out in the woods.”

“This was when you joined the circus?”

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The Mortician.

Sluggish days such as this one, are always best to spend locked in the personal study to spend it the world of literature. That is if you were a 200 year retired doctor forced to work at a funeral home. The gentleman was a peculiar one however. For he would casually position himself with feet propped over the headboard while his auburn locks hung over the floor as he read. An angle he would find himself in after spending a good amount of hours with profound interest into a book.

“Mr Carmine! Some people are here to have a word with you!” A peachy hair lad busted through the door, causing the mortician to drop his read unto his face.

“I thought I told you to never disturb me unless it’s critically important! If it’s a complaint or setting up arrangements, send to them Amelia. You know how I hate dealing with the public.”

“But sir-” The poor apprentice struggled to implore his case.

“So this guy is the expert, Oscar mention, Art?” A brunette American pointed to the two along with a blonde that now stood by the doorway. “Oh cool, this guy is an anime fan too!” pointing at the copy of Franken Fran on the floor.

Mr Carmines’s eyes fall upon the brunette and widen. <i>Of all people, why is he here</i> “Fernard! Why didn’t you tell me that HE was here.” he asked with gritted teeth. In turn the apprentice sighed.

“Pardon our intrusion. I wasn’t aware you know and my partner knew each other.” The brit readjusted his specs.

“Ah no.” The elder man recomposed himself. “I am merely aware of his work. This is our first time properly meeting.”

“Ah man, dude. I’m flattered.” Alfred laughed it off. He a honestly had no idea what this mortician was getting at.

“Now then. I suppose introductions are in order. I am James Carmine. Owner and the mortician of this funeral home.” gesturing to a short quick bow, “I gather by your lack of grievance, the two of you are here for a more business matter. How can I assist?”

“We have some questions regarding your latest addition to your work. I was told that you are quite a genius in this field. Since we are unable to be granted entry to a morgue, thought you could shed some light on this case.”

“I see.” The gent thought for a moment with a stroke of his chin. “Well, how about me move this conversation to another room. For I should have my personal analysis papers there as well. Fernard, please escort them.” Casually smiling.

Just before Alfred could leave, Mr Carmine grab hold his shoulder. “I must say, your art work is good, but just because you’ve changed the style doesn’t mean you’re allowed to get careless, Mr. Slasher.” he hissed.

The Mortician stepped aside, leaving Alfred completely speechless.

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“Heh, that’s interesting way of thinking.” Alfred admitted. “I’m ready as ever!” Posing with a thumbs up to show that he had regained some strength for their final session.

As the lines lessen, his eagerness increased. It was this excitement that kept the American wide awake for the remainder of the event. He carefully watched the fans with their selfies with the singer, just to ensure nothing would randomly flip into disaster. At last, only one fan was left. The light of this tunnel was soon upon them to retire for the day. Only something was very... off.

The bodyguard didn’t even catch the other’s glance, his own body acted on it’s own accord and positioned himself between the two. His eyes narrowed and body tensed in response of the individual. “Arthur, I want you to run when I tell you.” he spoke through gritted teeth.

“If you’re not here for the autograph, then I MUST ask you to leave!” He yelled out after the continuation of no replies.”

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His eyes made a short glance to witness the other’s expression. Unlike the previous catty grin, this one felt genuine. Normally one would hear how singers or celebrities start off kind but eventually let the fortune and fame corrupt them. Alfred had nearly felt sure Arthur was the cocky and arrogant type, but now having second thoughts. ‘Perhaps I’ve judged him too quickly.’

“Stay behind the line please.” he firmly directed towards the crowd. The challenge was to keep the overally possessive fans at bay while maintaining order among the rest.

The American was internally grateful for reaching the first break session. At least now he could gauge what to expect for the next few hours.

“Oh! Uh thanks.” Accepting the bottle. Not realizing the dire of his thirst until half of the bottle remained. “Nah, I should be fine.” trying to reassure despite rubbing away the sleepers from his eyes. “Compared to Customer Service and physical labor in mid summer, this isn’t anything that I cannot handle.” Flashing a smile.

“So uh, you don’t get tired of autographs?” Stirring a curious question, not that he wasn’t eying the time or regularly scanning the area for stowaways.

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Doc Visit Revised

Once the Doc finished up his physical examination, Alfred quickly went back to the living room to go play with the pet cat before the other could speak. He was well aware that this visit was so Oscar and Arthur could discuss about him. Alfred had already been given the clear for the position early on with Arthur’s evaluation, so this had to be some sort of excuse or loophole to kick him out the job.

“Oh, Olivia, be sure to keep Mr. Jones company.” Oscar chuckled and gestured Arthur to follow.

Thoughts and worries flowed through the American’s head. Just how much did Oscar know of him? He was knocked out throughout most of the Hospital stay. According to his recollection, the Doctor had seen the mysterious man by his bedside until he had regained consciousness and demand that Alfred should leave town once he was able. His clothing were destroyed and thrown away once the EMS arrived. However his mask and orange coat disappeared. The very key evidences against him...

“What did you find out?” Arthur jumped into the subject. He leaned against the wall opposite of the Doc.

“He is physically healthy as can be. But you already knew that.” Oscar chimed and grabbed the bowl of caddies he often keep and hand to patience. “Butterscotch?” Reluctantly the blonde accepted. “You know for the night terrors you describe, you would have to go see him.”

Arthur’s face winced, confirming he understood who the other was referring to. “You know why I can’t.”

“Because you don’t want to face the man from your previously bad relationship? Or that the Nosocomephobia talking?” Oscar placed a little more serious tone. The silence meant a need of different approach. “Look, Mr. Jones just so happens to be a former patient of mine. I don’t have all the info that you’re looking for, but I do remember him having night terrors under watch. Some nights it got so bad, he had to be sedated. You wont be able to investigate as much if you see anyone else, so I’ll talk to him for you.”

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Alfred was thankful for the small talk during the meal to take away from the uneasy vibe he was receiving. There’s no doubt. This brat’s getting cocky over something. He tilted his head in thought, letting the light glare off his lens.

For the moment, the American contained no expression as he heard the upcoming agenda. So this is your game... “Not to worry, I’ll make sure no one touches Arthur’s pretty little head.” Forcing a small gentle grin. Internally, he was anything but pleased by the emphasis on the situation. Though that’s what the job of a bodyguard is right?

At the session, Alfred secured area and escorted the signer to the designated table, where he would uphold his post. “Got quite a crowd.” he commented.

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Alfred had just finished setting up his personal mini cameras in each of the corridors. Providing an extra eye for these areas were bound to be useful in the future. Originally he planned for the security for his own benefit, but after gaining a bit more intel on the singer, something told Al that this guy would attempt to slip away during his watch.

The American returned the friendly grin upon greeting his hosts once more. He had managed to find time to switch out into formal wear during his preparations. There was a bit of hesitation before accepting the gestured seat. This guy is being way too friendly all of a sudden. “Oh man, the room’s perfect! Anything else and I’d feel lile I’m intruding.” He chuckled. Honestly couldn’t ask for a better room.

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After gathering the necessary information, Alfred jotted it down into his notes as he strolled along the hallways. He made sure to keep an eye on to any passing staff members and record them as well. Where to hide his tools? What routes to take? These questions remained with him in each step.

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The Doc Visit (Solo RP)

A well dressed toddler clung to his grandmother’s hand as the casket was carried past him. He was far much too young to fully comprehend who the sleeping woman was in her elegant white gown. Her face was of familiarity yet odd compared to what he could remember. “Gran, when will mommy come back?” he questioned innocently. He expected his Grandmother to chuckle and respond with her usual “Soon little one.”

The old woman slowly turned to the small boy. Her face had become quite pale and stained by the countless silent tears that had been shed. Only red trickles flowed down from her swollen eyes and over each and every crease on her cheek. She looked as if about to speak but more of the gushing red fell from her lips.

The little boys gasped and sprung away from his grandmother’s hand. This wasn’t the same person he remembered either. The woman stared blankly as the boy continued to step back and bumped into wall. Was it a wall. The frighten child swung around to find himself face to face to someone he knew all too well. A face he had long hopped to never see again. His heart raced in panic. The man cocked his head to the side, allowing the blood that spewed under the ax in his brain to fall over his black ski mask, yet his grin remained visible. “Don’t worry kid. You’ll be joining Mommy and Daddy soon enough.”

“AGUAHHHH!” Alfred leapt forward from his slumber in painful gasps. Arthur who had long since heard the young man’s yelps in his sleep, sat across in hopes to calm him during his nightmare. “Are you alright?” voice holding deep concern. Al’s body trembled greatly, everything felt hot and drenched in sweat. He could not muster a single word in response. Just a mere whimper and clung tightly to the surprised Brit.

Arthur found himself in quite a predicament. He did not know much of Alfred’s history but just the other day he was quite certain the American was covering a dark secret. A possible killer. Yet here is the man in absolute terror after weeks of staying in his apartment. Arthur hesitated but eventually wrapped his arms around him in comfort. Long enough until Alfred cried himself to sleep.

“So why are we here again?” Alfred scrunched up his nose once the two reached the door of a two story home. The Brit grunted and readjusted his specs. “I told you, in order for you to receive your full Bounty Hunter Permit you must past the physical exam.” “But why here? Couldn’t we have done that at the Hospital?“ “BECAUSE I SAID SO THAT’S WHY!” Arthur barked. “Besides- I’m the one paying for it.” he mumbled and rang the door bell. “Coming~” chimed the owner on the other side of the door. Several locks could be heard before the man in a white lab coat happily greeted his guests. “Hello- Oh... It’s you.” The smile dropped once he laid eyes upon Arthur. “What was that suppose to mean?” he scowled. “Come in come in.” Waved the other and gestured to the living room.

“So what’s this about, Arthur?” question coming from the Labcoat man as he placed out tea for his guests. “Like we talked about yesterday, Alfred to take a physical exam.” This was the Doc’s turn to scrunch up his nose. “Honey, I’m a surgeon not a physician. Also, why aren’t you going to the hospital for this?” Alfred threw up his hands. “That’s what I said!”

Arthur frowned. “Oscar, we’ve already discussed as to why not on the phone yesterday. You may have your payment once you fill out the paper work.”

Oscar bit his lip. “Yes yes- because of your Nosocomephobia. Come along, lad. Might as well get this over with.” Pulling Alfred to his examining room to leave behind the now blushing Brit.

“Just remove your clothes wear the scrub here. I’ll be back with the equipment.” The pink hair doctor bobbed out the room. Alfred felt a little unease by the smell of cleaning products in the room. It was just the same feel as a hospital only it was inside of a house. He couldn’t help feel as though he had met this Doctor before but where-.

His eyes were confronted to a sudden blinding of light. It took him moments to realize the hair on his left side had been lifted and exposed the other half of his face. “I see now- you’re near sighted, yes? And you are- partially blind in this eye here. Due to an injury? About a year ago?” The light faded and the sense of déjà vu returned with the outline of the pink hair doctor. “You- you’re that surgeon?” “Hmm?” The Doctor lifted his head from his note taking. “Oh have we- GASPS! I knew I recognized the stitching in that eye of yours!” He gleamed. “How’s that rib of yours? Oh and your arm? It’s been quite sometime since you nearly dodged death.“

Alfred smiled wryly. “They feel fine. Good as new.” It felt awkward getting casual to the very man that operated on you during the most embarrassing moment of your life. “So what are you doing here? And how do you know Arthur?”

“Ah tsk-tsk. Afraid all of that is confidential, my lad.” He winked. “I’ve known Arthur for quite some time. For business of course. Bounty Hunting isn’t a job for everybody.” Bringing out his stethoscope and placing to Alfred’s back. “He’s had several visits to Death’s door.” Alfred tried to picture the very stern office type man in near death situations. He honestly wouldn’t have known that from the times the two worked together. “Actually I’m quite revealed to see that he has found himself a partner.” The Doc muttered, throwing the American off guard. “You are free to go. I have everything I need.”

“So what did you find?” The Brit inquired. Oscar’s gazed remain to the floor. “Really I am breaking my code of conduct but since I know you will resort to hacking personal documents anyways- I will tell you all I know.” Arthur raised a brow. He had been expecting a bit more restraint far as intel. “Wait, Oscar, are you saying that this man- Alfred Jones, has been one of your patients before?”

The doctor pulled his glasses up closer to his eyes. “I only happened to be on call that night. It was a terrible accident. He had been confronted by a- I assume lover- but ran into the street just as a delivery truck was driving by...” Oscar cleared his throat. “Miraculously he jumped high enough to avoid extensive damage. Ribs were broken, arm shattered, glass from the windshield struck his left eye, and major tissue damaged. The poor boy was a complete mess in the ER.” He shook his head.

“What do you mean by lover?” Arthur questioned. Alfred had mentioned an accident back in their interview but never gave any details or depth of his injuries.

Oscar scratched the back of his neck.“Bloody hell I know I shouldn’t- The man was an undercover officer. All I know is that he spent every day and night at the hospital waiting for Mr. Jones’ recovery. However once he woke from his coma, it was the end of whatever their relationship was.” “Can you give me the officer’s name?” Oscar shook his head. “The man left the force that very night. I cannot recall his name to save my life.”

Arthur brows furrowed. He thought for sure he was getting his lucky break in this mystery only to come to another dead end. “Last night, Alfred awoke in terror-”

“Aye, there is no telling what he dreamt of that night. Doubt it’s of the accident. If I recall correctly, Alfred did wake in the middle of the night, screaming, during his nights of recovery. Causing his wounds to reopen. It got to the point that the nurses had to sedate him to sleep. According to himself, he’s had night terrors for long as he can remember.”

Perhaps, Alfred wasn’t fit for this occupation after all. “Thank you for corporation.” Handing the Doc the large sum of currency.

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Alfred wasn't sure what to think of the singer, sure he was quite a looker but from their very brief conversation, indicated that either there was a bit of culture barrier or that the other was born with a silver spoon. Part of him wondered if he would be able to take care of his hobby needs while playing bodyguard to such a brat.

"The name's Alfred Farrell Jones, remember it pal." He scoffed towards Arthur before disappearing to the hallway.

The guard felt relieved to finally be able to set up his things and have a bit of time alone. Preparations would have to be quick if he wanted to explore all the limits of the security before being bound to work.

"Monsieur Francis, before you go, I was wondering if you could answer a couple of questions for me. Like, what sort of person is Arthur? What are his tendencies? I would like for you, as a manger, tell me your personal opinion."

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Reaction of the wet towel came as no surprise, same with the grumbling. However a small whine could be heard from the American upon the phrase. ‘ah. It’s you.’ Not only a brow twitch due to the tone but his bottom lip poked out. “I have a name, ya know.” gritting his teeth.

Adjusting his frames, he attempted to remain patient for the singer to compose himself enough to offer him the tea cup. “You’re lucky I grew up with it.” he responded. Although Alfred himself was lucky his hunch was correct. “Camomile tea was my grandmother’s favorite too.” Eyes drifted off to the distance for a couple of seconds.

He could see as to how Francis would dread this sort of task. “Should probably get dress once you finish your tea.” Starting to head back to the Frenchman whom he bet was enjoying his little show. “Did I pass your little test?”

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(Wait, it's been 65 days since that last to post?)

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Havent touched my pens and markers in forever. Rough doodle