Participants:
with special appearance by Jared Harrison
| Scene Title | Goin' Fishing |
|---|---|
| Synopsis | Phillip returns to his home city looking for answers. |
| Date | May 1, 2011 |
Jared Harrison's Brownstone, Upper West Side
Jared Harrison is mostly retired these days. He keeps his hand in by consulting on cases that particularly interest him, by doing his own research, and by acting as legal counsel to the now-defunct Redbird Security Solutions. A position that has placed him under scrutiny, for certain, though his records are entirely aboveboard. The request for a meeting from the son of one of Carina's old friends is something of a surprise, but … he's a lawyer. Mostly a real estate one in the past. So it's not entirely unheard of by any stretch. He invites the client to his home — he never reopened the law offices after The Bomb.
"Phillip Solomon," he greets with a smile and a proffered handshake. "Now there's a name I only see in lights these days. Come in, come in. What brings you to New York?"
Wearing a deep blue, three button business suit with the hint of a red penstripe lingering within, Phillip Solomon presents with focus and intent. His eyes directed toward his goal as he crosses to the elder in question, Jared Harrison. His voice assured, yet surpised by the recognition, "Mr. Harrison. I'm surprised you recognize me sir. It's been a long time and I wish to offer my condolences for your wife. She always showed me kindness and was a good friend to my mother." There's a hint of a smile, perhaps tactical or just part of who Phillip has become over the years. Smoother around the edges, yet equally graceful in conversation.
The older man smiles. "You haven't changed so much," Jared replies. "Perhaps a hair taller. But the appointment gave me fair warning. And thank you. My condolences on your parents as well — damn sorry mess that was. Come in." He gestures for the younger man to enter the brownstone and locks the door behind him, ushering him toward the study. "I was surprised to hear from you. Are you looking to close on a condo out here?" That's the only thing that really springs to mind.
There's a slight pursing of his lips as Phillip reflects upon his parents. Though that passes as he's allowed within and moved toward the study. The question presented isn't the direction that Phillip had in mind. "Actually sir. I was concerned about your daughter." and he leaves it at that, giving way to see how Harrison reacts to his topic presentation.
Well, it makes the smile leave his face. Jared Harrison's expression is now wary, his brows pulled down over his nose. "That would make two of us," he replies candidly. "I didn't realize you were still close."
"We're not sir. In fact we've not been in contact since the summer after primary school.", Phillip pauses as he considers how that loss of contact was his fault, but presses on without so much as two seconds passing. "To be honest sir. I saw her on the news and it seems she's in a significant amount of trouble."
Sharp blue eyes study Phillip piercingly. "That's the understatement of the century, son. She's made some hard choices in the past few months." Jared purses his lips. "The consequences are likely to be pretty serious all the way around." He tilts his head slightly. "You didn't come just to commiserate with me, though. What's on your mind?" Direct and to the point, as always.
Phillip will stand behind a chair until offered to take a seat, if it will happen at all considering the subject at hand. His posture isn't aggressive nor submissive, just present. His body turned toward Harrison and right hand is placed on the chair's back. His tone is that of genuine concern. "I thought maybe.. or perhaps I didn't think at all. Maybe I came just to offer any help you, or she, may need. Which sounds ridiculous saying it aloud. Almost like a movie script. But she and I were close and…" he fades with the thought, leaving it open as if there would be an implied 'fill in the blank' statement. Phillip really had no clue what he was going to say, even though he rehearsed the majority of the meeting several times in his mind. He's moving on gut alone.
Jared gestures for him to go ahead and sit in the chair, taking a seat in one nearby at a 90 degree angle instead of behind the desk. "It's nice of you to offer, of course. But I doubt there's much anyone can do for her. Unless, of course, you want to run for president and offer a pardon." There's something not quite joking about that comment, though his weary smile is sincere.
Taking the seat, Phillip unbuttons his jacket and allows the red tie and starched white shirt to be more revealed. The cufflinks brush the arm of the chair and he unconsciously straightens them as he speaks, "Considering my profession and lack of legal or political contacts; I realize that I am hardly in a position to do much." agreeing that the offer is potentially hollow. "And she's not been in contact with you, to let you know she's safe?"
He looks every one of his 60 years at this moment. "She's safe," Jared replies quietly. "If she weren't, they'd be broadcasting her capture on the television." He leans back in his chair, scratching the back of his neck with a perturbed expression. "But if she had been in contact, Phillip, I'd be stupid to actually comment on the matter," he points out wryly.
"I understand sir… and to be honest. As I was questioning the very matter, I was seeing it played out in some murder mystery where an undercover old friend presents to the father questioning the absence of the suspect in question." Phillip relays with a half smile at the irony of his own position and the industry within which he works. "Put it this way, sir. If perhaps you happen upon her. Give her my regards and let her know that if there's anything I can do…" again leaving it as a blank check. It's obvious that the girl still holds some place within his thoughts - regardless of the past and the present threats. "There's not much left in this chaotic world other than friends and family."
"Well, now that you've set my mind at ease that you're not some hack from the DoEA trying to see if I've heard from my daughter," Jared deadpans. Because Phillip has done absolutely nothing of the sort, and the older man is no one's fool. "I appreciate that you checked in, though. It's good to see you doing well, Phillip. Your parents would be proud."
A reflective sigh and a slight glance to the side, Phillip replies, "I hope so, sir." to the parental pride remark then his eyes return to the elders, "I won't take any more of your time." is noted as he begins to stand, "And when Liz is safe, maybe then we can talk about that condo."
Those blue eyes he shares with his daughter are still steady on the younger man. "If you're interested in buying, I can put you in touch with some of the agents that I worked with in the past. They'll do right by you. But I doubt you want to wait for that to find a place to stay if you're staying in town," he points out as he stands to walk Phillip back out. His tone is a little grim. "Not sure she'll ever be safe. She's a registered Evo on the run from the law. That life and safety are pretty mutually exclusive."
There's a long moment where Jared scrutinizes the man in front of him. "Wish she'd gone about it a different way, but you know Liz," he says finally. "Gotta do the right thing no matter what it costs." He escorts Phillip to the front door. "Drop in whenever you like, Phillip. I work from home these days, so I'm around."
"Thank you sir. It was good to see you again." Phillip will say as he will gladly offer a handshake in parting. Then after it's all said and done, he takes his leave and will head back out into the city.