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Brian started today's class by tossing a standard pair of handcuffs to each student. "Let's talk about getting out of these bad boys," he said. "It's a useful skill to know." He proceeded to talk them through a couple of different methods before saying, "Go ahead and try it out. And don't worry if you get stuck, I have the key."
MCA, Apartment #2, Wednesday Evening
Sep. 7th, 2016 06:32 pmBrian had had a rough week. Right after last week's welcome picnic, the FBI had summoned him back, and he'd only managed to just wrap up his latest undercover gig and head back to Fandom to finally check out his--huh. The key he'd picked up with the rest of his personal effects from FBI headquarters didn't fit in the lock. "Sonuva--" Okay, fine, he was gonna pick the lock again.
When he finally got the door unlocked, it swung open to reveal a brunette woman in a t-shirt and boxer shorts sitting on the sofa, munching chips and looking curiously at him. "...what are you doing in my apartment?" he asked blankly.
When he finally got the door unlocked, it swung open to reveal a brunette woman in a t-shirt and boxer shorts sitting on the sofa, munching chips and looking curiously at him. "...what are you doing in my apartment?" he asked blankly.
Office Hours, Saturday
Oct. 3rd, 2015 09:00 amBrian was back in his office on Saturday, wondering if it looked sufficiently professional for a respectable Driver's Ed teacher. Sure, there were posters of cars everywhere, but none of them had scantily-clad ladies on them, and it wasn't like he was the math teacher or anything.
...okay, so they didn't have a math teacher. That wasn't the point.
((Open office hours are open!))
...okay, so they didn't have a math teacher. That wasn't the point.
((Open office hours are open!))
Office Hours, Friday
Oct. 2nd, 2015 12:22 pmUnless Roman had found out about this whole deal somehow and showed up to mock him, there was less than no chance Brian would have any visitors this weekend. So instead of feeling sorry for himself at the meet and greet, he was in his office, in case anyone wanted to pop by and hear about his class that was in no way all about street racing, really, he swore.
Baltimore, Maryland, Friday Morning
May. 1st, 2015 05:51 pmApparently the FBI only had so many people who could pass in the underground racing scene, and so Brian had been put on a red eye from Miami with no more explanation than, "They need you in Maryland," for his trouble. The news kept getting worse from there: apparently his reputation had preceded him, and the locals had decided to make his life as amusing to them as possible.
( Law enforcement loves hazing Brian. )
((Establishy backstory is establishy!))
( Law enforcement loves hazing Brian. )
((Establishy backstory is establishy!))
Voice Mail
Apr. 27th, 2015 11:22 pm"This is Brian O'Conner. You know what to do."
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