Roswell Fanatics

~~~~~MICHAEL~~~~~
"Isabel's right, Don't ruin everything you've worked for, Michael. Other than that, I don't know what to say, I don't know what you can do about it."

I gently grip her arms. "Help me keep away from her. Please? If you see me near, give me an excuse to get away from her...if you see her heading my way, give me the heads up! If shes about to come anywhere near me, get some excuse to take her the other way! Pleaaaasssee?" I say desperately.

*Maria*

Okay, What the hell just happened? One minute he seems perfectly fine. A little more jittery than usual ,and then he starts acting crazy after that Ms. Parker comes over here. Does he have a thing for the quiet brunette? I try to hide my disappointment. I knew I didn't like her. She's too... nice. Grrr. Then he basically drags her into another room. How in the world could he choose her over me? I'm Maria Fucking Deluca. Men worship my very existance.

There is got to be something going on, and I've got to figure out what it it. Truth is.. that the fact that he's giving me the run around. Only makes me want him more. What can I say? I like the chase, and Officer Guerin I'm gonna have a lot of fun catching you. Decidng it's time to mess with the doctors I yell out to no one in particular.
"Uhhh I'm about to have a relapse! I'm having very lustful and naughty thoughts. Someone better do somthing or I may have to malest the next man I see."

mad, I love your Max posts.

Alex

He glares at me for a second before giving in. Ah, I knew he'd do this one. Get's them every time. "Fine, Ill do your dumb book" I don't care if he calls it dumb, as long as he does it.

"Do you have a pen? I didnt bring one" He mutters out, and I smile at him, handing over the pen in my hand.

"You can have this one. Listen, I know you don't believe me, but this WILL help."

~Liz~

"Help me keep away from her. Please? If you see me near, give me an excuse to get away from her...if you see her heading my way, give me the heads up! If shes about to come anywhere near me, get some excuse to take her the other way! Pleaaaasssee?"

"Okay, okay." I say, trying to reassure him. "I'll do it. But, right now, I have to get back to my office to finish some paper work. So if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go now."

(OOC: Thanks Fehr! He's sooo fun to play! And can I say you are a wicked Alex!!!)
~~~~~MAX~~~~~
"You can have this one. Listen, I know you don't believe me, but this WILL help." he says handing one over to me.

"Sure...and Ill believe that as much as I believe I have a drink problem" I tell him. I turn to the book and I pretend Im writing my name in when actually Im writing down the time and next to it "Alcohol, ciggies, sex"

"Look, how long am I going to be here? Cos I have some big game tickets on saturday and I have my daily routine to uphold. If my mates dont see me there going to get worried..."

More like suspicious,,,since my mates are bar mates.
(Time): Alcohol, sex

~~~~~MICHAEL~~~~~
"Okay, okay. I'll do it. But, right now, I have to get back to my office to finish some paper work. So if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go now."

I sigh. "Thank you"
I quickly walk out of her office. Shes a busy lady and I dont want to take up her time. I whistle to myself as I walk down the hall. What a wierd day...
I head through the halls and see Isabel. "Hey...you ok?" I say as I notice the look on her face.

Isabel

"Hey...you ok?" I look up when Michael addresses me and dig my pencil in to my note pad
"No I am not okay...do I look okay?" I snap but then regret it immediately "I'm sorry Michael...I didn't mean to snap at you like that."

~~~~~MICHAEL~~~~~
"No I am not okay...do I look okay? she snaps at me...
Whoa...ok....

[i[ I'm sorry Michael...I didnt' mean to snap at you like that."

I put an arm around her. "Whats going on Issy?" I say concerned. "Can I get you a cup of coffee or anything?" I add. "Anything I can do?"

Isabel

"Can I get you a cup of coffee or anything?...Anything I can do?" he asks putting an arm around me in what I am sure he thinks is a comforting gesture

"Can you get me a butcher's knife or go and castrate Jesse Rameirez for me?" I ask sarcastically

~~~~~MICHAEL~~~~~
"Can you get me a butcher's knife or go and castrate Jesse Rameirez for me?"

I look at her. Jesse must have done something pretty big for her to be this upset...so Im thinking...it goes beyond chanting.

"What did he do?" I say quietly in a low, and growling tone.