sky burning, spring cleaning

[Kevin Walsh]

If only so many of Kevin Walsh's major life moments weren't intrinsically linked to him puking.

He stumbled out of the men's room on the Law Enforcement floor of the Ministry, gripping the door frame and looking slightly green. He'd been granted permission to shadow on his first major mission that day, and among other things, had the pleasure of seeing the Entrail-Expelling Curse first hand. In the moment, he'd felt totally fine. Pumped with adrenaline, even. And the man who'd been hit with the curse was now patched up and walking around.

But the moment Kevin got back to his desk, residual horror combined with the effects of last night's Happy Hour had sent him running straight for the toilet. Kevin 'Iron Stomach' Walsh, he was not.

"What are you looking at?" he grumbled at a couple of interns as they scurried past, slamming the door shut as he wiped his sleeve across his face.

(ooc: anyone~)

[Elena Biermann]

“Probably at the scarecrow with puke all over his mouth,” Elena deadpanned. Removing herself from her place casually leaning against the wall she told him with a slight smirk, “You left a spot.”

“So, what exactly turned your stomach this time? A sewer rodent of unusual size?” she teased him. Unknown to most people, alright pretty much everyone she ever knew, Elena was working in the Department of Mysteries. Everyone thought she was a waitress at the café in Hogsmeade, which to be fair she was three days a week. She was here to see Owen Mason about something concerning him, or at least she thought it might be important for one of the cases he had been working on.

((ooc: Hope you don’t mind Elena, she needed to be written.))

[Kevin Walsh]

Kevin lowered his head and pawed at his cheek with the end of his sleeve. "I was just thinking about your face. Buuuurrrrn," he managed to come back half-heartedly before the onset of another coughing/gagging fit -- luckily, this 'second round' turned out to be a false alarm and he pulled himself together, trying to adopt a casual pose against the wall. He could blame the hangover for his loss of stomach contents. It wouldn't be the first time.

He stared at Elena and wondered if his birthday night was just something the two of them were never going to talk about again... why, it wasn't like his entire household knew, or anything...

"Look, you coming all the way up to see me like this is flattering, really," he deadpanned, "But hanging out outside the toilets is pretty weird, Biermann. A man should always have the freedom to take an explosive shit full of too much late-night curry with dignity, and most importantly, anonymity."

[Elena Biermann]

Elena made a disgusted face, “Gross Scarecrow.” She rolled her eyes at him, “I am waiting for Owen, and not the your brother Owen,” she sighed, looking down at her shoes for a moment then glanced sidelong at the corridor. Bushing her hair out of her face she regarded Kevin again.

Sex really did make things awkward apparently. Shrugging she asked with a long pause, “So, what did you see out there anyways,” then nodding towards the toilets, “You know, that made you that lovely shade of green?”

[Kevin Walsh]

"You're the one hanging out by the toilets," he pointed out before jogging in the direction of Owen Mason's desk. "C'mon. What do you need? I can do it. I'm pretty much his right hand man." That is, if going through someone's things constantly without asking automatically made you their second-in-command.

Kevin adopted a serious face and put one hand to his heart. "I've seen terrible things, Elena Biermann. The sort of nightmares man wasn't meant to see. It was just... just a sea... of... of Jagermeister shots!" he laughed. "Look, I got pissed last night. It's no big deal. Save your post traumatic trainee stress counseling for your brother, alright?"

[Elena Biermann]

Elena followed Kevin a bit reluctantly. “Actually I kind of need him,” she said biting her lip. A part of her felt uncertain about being there in the first place, but seeing as there was a Prophecy that seemed pertinent to an ongoing case Elena figured she should tell someone. The person in charge of said investigation seemed like a good start. “It’s sort of a sensitive matter,” she added taking a seat across from him and fiddling uncharacteristically with a loose thread on her jacket.

Suddenly Elena looked up wide eyed at him and her eyebrows pulled quickly together in an equally confused and slightly condescending or bitchy manner. “Fine, whatever Scarecrow, I was actually trying to make polite conversation,” she snapped back, a little on edge. “Whatever that means,” she sighed and rolled her eyes.

((ooc: Eh, alright I think up the weirdest ideas when its super late... or early and now I’m off to bed, lol))

[Kevin Walsh]

Kevin turned around and put his hand on Elena's shoulder. "Biermann. Did he get you pregnant?" He laughed, walked backward and starting sifting through the papers on Owen's desk. "Dude ain't here. Why can't you tell me what it is? I'll probably forget anyway. I literally do not give a shit about anything. And I already know that uh, one tit is slightly bigger than the other so..." Kevin was trying to let her know that he liked her a lot and she could trust him, but couldn't bring himself to say it outright and was therefore doing an exceedingly poor job of it.

He took a seat in Owen's chair decided to simultaneously adopt Owen's signature scowl and pretend to run his hands through imaginary long hair, like he was in a shampoo commercial. "Oh my god, calm down. Isn't this how we've always talked to each other?" He frowned, this time genuinely unaware of what he did to make her angry. (As much as he did kind of enjoy it.)

[Elena Biermann]

Elena rolled her eyes and frowned at Kevin, “No, he hasn’t.” She sighed. “Because, it’s none of your business,” she told him as she sat at Owen’s desk, watching Kevin go through the papers scattered across it with an inquiring expression. At his next comments about her tits however she folded her arms across her chest and scowled at him. “Shut up Kevin, they are not,” she hissed lowering her voice.

“You do know you don’t have hair right?” she mocked him, “You look ridiculous,” she ridiculed in her dry deadpanned manner. “Fine then continue to be a dick and an absolute moron,” she shook her head, her lips pulling together in an angry pout as she sat back in her chair, her arms still folded around her in an attempt to wait silently for Owen.

[Kevin Walsh]

"I have some hair," Kevin said finally, in an attempt to break the very long awkward silence that had fallen over the pair of them. Without thinking he copied her posture, leaning far back in his (well, Owen's) chair and folding his arms over his chest.

"Fine. I'm sorry. Look, you wanna know what happened on my mission?" He leaned against the desk, fingertips resting on his forehead. "I was stood next to this guy and everything was fine and then suddenly all his blood and guts and intestines just spurt out like BLAAAAH, right in front of me. And I'm probably going to have to kill someone someday. Or get killed maybe. And that was none of your business, so I hope it's what you wanted to hear."

[Elena Biermann]

Elena lowered her head and shifted her gaze to the papers littering Owen’s desk and then glanced up at Kevin again from beneath her eyelashes. She sighed heavily. If Kevin hadn’t puked five minutes ago she would have shown him just how alive he really was at the moment.

A smile slowly crept over her features at his ‘BLAH’ expression. Even when he was exacerbated by something she found him amusing. Noticing Owen in her peripheral vision walking towards them she leaned in, her hands resting on the desk. “Look, you’re not dead yet,” she sighed again, “Meet me at yours tonight at 8:30. And take a shower, you smell like shit,” she said before rising from the chair and walking off to intercept Owen. She would have asked him over to hers but the likelihood of her brother walking in on them was a chance she wasn’t willing to take.

((ooc: Is it wrong that I would love for them to have a scene at Kevin's where someone walks in on them?))

[Kevin Walsh]

(ooc: Ha, I could see it! And Justin thanks her for not subjecting him to that :P)

Kevin swallowed, picked up a file on Owen's most recent case and started flipping through it to distract himself. He then leaned in when Elena did, suddenly dropping the notes. "Wait, for what? Oh! Ohhhh. Aye aye." Well, that was unexpected. Turns out 'dark and angsty' worked for him after all. Kevin watched her turn and head towards Owen before discreetly sniffing his shirt.

With the chair on its back legs, Kevin attempted to hear what the two were talking about. One foot balanced on the desk, he arched his back and cupped his hand to the dividing wall.

And then he promptly fell out of his chair.

[owenmason]

Owen spoke in a soft whisper with Elena. Their exchange was brief and Owen smiled and thanked Elena before she left, walking over to his desk where Kevin had fallen out of his chair. He was a nosey little bastard.

Owen smirked, “Get out of my chair,” he said. “What were you and Elena talking about?” he asked while tidying up his desk, piling files and papers into one stack.

((ooc: Could we? That would be just be so much fun methinks!))

[Kevin Walsh]

(ooc: haha who should walk in?!)

Unperturbed, Kevin pushed himself up from the floor and scrambled into the chair on the other side of Owen's desk. "Guess who's getting laid toniiiight," he spoke in a semi-whisper that was not subtle in the least, gesturing at himself with both thumbs. He was fairly certain he wasn't meant to go around telling everyone he saw, but Sam and Mason already knew and Owen rarely did more than grunt at people so he figured it was safe enough. "Looks like it's time to add 'talking about your own mortality' to the ol' Kevin Walsh playbook." He put his feet up on the desk and his hands behind his head, grinning. He'd been feeling fairly awful that day, but it apparently didn't take much to distract him completely.

"Can you make sure the others don't burst in with, I dunno... a cake, a song, a tray of profiteroles?"

[owenmason]

Owen took his proper seat behind his desk and began looking over his papers. Only momentarily distracted from what he was searching for by Kevin’s exclamation. “It’s a bit late for that I’m afraid,” he muttered about using his mortality as a strategy for getting laid. He had been dead for a really long time.

His motions stopped completely when Kevin propped his shoes on his desk, “Get your shoes off my desk,” he growled. But when Kevin didn’t respond fast enough he quickly moved his hand to push them off, almost a little too quickly. He set three files in their place while he shuffled through the others looking for a fourth piece of information.

Owen smirked finally and looked up at him, “Sorry Kev, as much as I want to be the warning sign on your doorway I won’t be there tonight. I have some other business to take care of,” he said.

((ooc: Whoever cares the most/would be most scarred by walking in on them?))

[Kevin Walsh]

"Too late for what? What the fuck are you even on about?" Kevin's brow knotted in confusion, but as he was often slightly baffled by things, he let it go. "I'm telling you, it's high time this shit started working out for old Kevin. You know Leo's using that 'sad and homeless' bit to get with that hot chick from the lab. Straight out of the Kevin Walsh playbook."

Kevin pulled a face when Owen pushed his boots from the desk, leaving behind a few clumps of dirt. "Ooooh, feisty one," he mocked.

Straightening out in his chair, Kevin frowned. "Christ, why's everyone so secretive today? What do you have to do? Ever hear of taking a vacation?" Kevin had mentally checked out for the day after the whole puking debacle, and couldn't bring himself to think about the stuff still going on around him.