Outside Apartment #2, MCA, Sunday Evening

[10secondcar]

'Furnished apartment,' McIntosh and Nelson had said. 'Lease is already arranged,' they'd said. 'You just have to pick up the key,' they'd said. Brian had just assumed the apartment would suck. All of that might be true, but the contact info they'd given him (for a guy named Coulson, though the lease had someone else's signature on it) had gotten Brian a 'New phone, who dis?' and ringing the bell in the lobby and even banging on the door to the manager's apartment had gotten him exactly nowhere.

And while Brian had some money tucked back, he hadn't brought any of it to the island with him, not with the FBI watching him so closely, and with his apartment already arranged they probably wouldn't be amused if he expensed a hotel. So he'd spent his first night here in his car.

Faced with the prospect of doing the same tonight, he'd decided to take matters into his own hands. Juvenile delinquency and his adult profession (okay, and also delinquency) gave one certain skills, after all. Which was to say, anyone who happened to find themselves on the second floor of MCA right about now would find Brian attempting to pick the lock of what was allegedly already his own apartment.

"Sometimes," he muttered to himself as the stupid lock failed to cooperate, "I really wish I'd gotten in that car with Dom."

((OOC: For the neighbor, but open to anyone else who wants to bust Brian! But please don't assist him: Brian will not be gaining access to his apartment at this time. Mwahaha))

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[worstofalltime.livejournal.com]

After his meeting with a few of the more colorful teachers yesterday, it was safe to say that Washington was on alert for anything strange going on near his lodgings.

So, when someone was trying--and failing--to break in next door. Well.

He cleared his throat, waiting for the guy to notice him. And no. No, he hadn't removed the armor yet. Because paranoid.

[10secondcar]

"Just one sec," Brian said, and, "Stupid fucking--" When the lock still failed to give it up, Brian signed and looked up to find--armor. Lots of armor. "What the fuck."

[worstofalltime.livejournal.com]

"Hi."

At least Wash hadn't grabbed his gun for this?

[10secondcar]

"...hi." Militarization of the police, indeed. "This is my apartment."

[worstofalltime.livejournal.com]

"Really." This was Wash's face of disbelief. You couldn't see it, but it was there behind the helmet.

Doubting you.

[10secondcar]

"Really!" Brian insisted. "I have a lease and everything, I just don't have a key." He promised, Wash!

[worstofalltime.livejournal.com]

"Do you have the lease on you?" Maybe an ID to go with it.

[10secondcar]

"Of course, man." It was either in his pocket or his car, and Brian was pretty sure it was his--yes, there it was. Brian stood up as he unfolded the stupid thing and handed it to the guy in the armor. "See?" he asked, pointing, "Brian O'Connor, that's--well, they spelled my name wrong again, but that's me." Dammit, Nelson.

[worstofalltime.livejournal.com]

Uh huh.

"Because that's a common mistake," Wash replied dryly. "I can see how you'd run into that problem a lot."

[10secondcar]

"It's with an e," Brian said indignantly. "See, you can see in my signature." Not really. His signature was pretty much just a squiggle.

[worstofalltime.livejournal.com]

That sounded about right for most signatures in law enforcement.

"Do you have an ID on you?"

[10secondcar]

"Sure," Brian said as he patted his pockets again for his wallet. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name, Officer...?"

[worstofalltime.livejournal.com]

"Agent," he corrected. "It's Agent Washington."

Like the state.

[10secondcar]

"...Agent," Brian echoed. Nelson and McIntosh hadn't mentioned anything about another agent on the island, but Nelson and McIntosh hadn't mentioned a lot of things. Maybe this was a test to make sure Brian wouldn't break cover. (But where had they gotten the costume?)

"See, Brian--" and then he thought to actually look at the driver's license he'd pulled out of his pocket before handing it over. "Ah, no, not that one..."

[worstofalltime.livejournal.com]

It was all a test. Yes. Clearly they wanted to get him on being insane because a guy in armor? Pff. Weird.

"Another misspelling?" Wash asked, tilting his head at the name on this ID.

[10secondcar]

"Souvenir," Brian said flatly. Which was to say...well.

[worstofalltime.livejournal.com]

It sounded like he was the type of guy who had headless corpses in his apartment.

"Uh huh.'

[10secondcar]

A) He'd heard that. B) For all he knew, he did, but as he couldn't currently access his apartment...

"That's...yeah, it's a...joke," Brian said, lamely, because it was a lot of things but it was definitely not a joke. "This is the real one." See? Brian O'Conner, of late of Miami, Florida.

[worstofalltime.livejournal.com]

Fine, the headless corpses were in his car.

"Why am I doubting the validity of this?"

[10secondcar]

"No, hey, that one's real," Brian said indignantly.

And he would never put a headless corpse in his car, excuse you, Agent Washington.

[worstofalltime.livejournal.com]

Serial killer him would. He so would.

"And the fake is to buy alcohol?"

[10secondcar]

"No, I told you, it's a souvenir. It--long story." That he was not going to tell in an attempt to get into his apartment. Especially if this guy was really FBI.

[worstofalltime.livejournal.com]

He was totally FBI. Look at the FBI armor.

"I have time."

All he had planned for the night was booby-trapping his place. Like a perfectly sane person would.

[10secondcar]

"It was a joke. With...a friend of mine. Who isn't around any more." And who probably hated his guts. "But I'm Brian O'Conner, and this is my apartment, and I just can't track down the landlord." Coulson or whoever.

[worstofalltime.livejournal.com]

"So, you decided to break in instead." Feel the full force of Wash's judgement for that.

[10secondcar]

"Well, it was that or sleep in my car again." It was a Mitsubishi, Wash. It was designed to go fast, not be comfy for eight hours of shut-eye.

[worstofalltime.livejournal.com]

"There is a hotel in town."

So you're not sleeping with your victims, serial killer Spilner.

[10secondcar]

"Can't afford it. No one's paid me yet."

He was not a serial killer!

[worstofalltime.livejournal.com]

Oh god, he was homeless and unemployed too? It was so sad when the poor were forced to turn to crime to survive.

"...did you need a few dollars?"

[10secondcar]

Jesus Christ. "No, I just need my first paycheck to clear and to be able to get into my apartment, and I'll be golden, man." It was a man in there, right? McIntosh, was that you? She'd seemed the more evil of the pair.

[worstofalltime.livejournal.com]

Definitely a man, yes. Deal with it.

"You know there's no shame in asking for help." Okay, now he was just being a jerk about this.

[10secondcar]

"I don't need any--okay, I'm leaving," Brian declared. Another night in his car would have more dignity. "I'll see you soon, neighbor."

[worstofalltime.livejournal.com]

Wash was still going to leave a cup of coffee by that door tomorrow morning. Because he was a giver.

Also, he was an asshole.

"We'll see."