Last Will and Testament - RP with lawyerlarry

[enjoythe_ride]

[The Bobby being referred to here is bobbyknowsbest. This is also backdated a couple weeks, I just haven't had the time to clean it up and post it.]



Bela Talbot: *is sitting in Larry's office, waiting for him to meet with her, obviously annoyed, as usual*
Larry Paul: ::walks in with folders in his arms, looking down and not noticing her quite yet::
Bela Talbot: *watches him go, crosses her arms across her chest*
Larry Paul: ::goes to his chair and sits down, nose still in folders, leans back and catches sight of her, jumps::
Bela Talbot: *smirks*
Larry Paul: ::shakes his head and settles in:: Ms. Talbot…what a...surprise.
Bela Talbot: How are you, Larry?
Larry Paul: Just fine. What kind of trouble are you up to these days?
Bela Talbot: I'm here to get my affairs in order.
Larry Paul: I see...::light smirk:: Worried someone is out to get you?
Bela Talbot: *eyeroll* Something like that.
Larry Paul: Right. Well. How can I help?
Bela Talbot: You are a lawyer, aren't you? I need you to help me draft my will.
Larry Paul: ::sighs:: Glad you thought of me. ::pushes his folders aside and goes to his filing cabinet for the proper paperwork or whatnot::
Bela Talbot: *waits*
Larry Paul: ::sits down and begins a new folder for her::
Bela Talbot: *crosses her legs, leans back in the chair*
Larry Paul: ::as he writes:: How has life been, Bela?
Bela Talbot: Fine. And yours?
Larry Paul: Just fine. ::turns to his computer and starts typing::
Bela Talbot: Good.
Larry Paul: ::glances up:: Full name and birthdate, please.
Bela Talbot: Bela Talbot. *rambles off birthday*
Larry Paul: ::nods:: Okay..so tell me how you want things.
Bela Talbot: I need to leave an antique gun to someone -- can I do that without some kind if license?
Larry Paul: Antique gun? ::thinks and scratches his chin:: That…is something I'd have to look in to. I would imagine if it's yours you can do as you please with it.
Bela Talbot: Mmm-hmm... *thinks on this for a minute*
Larry Paul: ::stares:: It...is *yours* yes?
Bela Talbot: Of course. I'm just wondering who exactly I'm going to leave it to.
Larry Paul: Right. Let me know when you have that figured out.
Bela Talbot: The people I originally intended to bequeath it to have just died rather tragically. Let me have a minute to rethink things, yeah?
Larry Paul: Think away. Anything else you want to put down in the meantime?
Bela Talbot: All of my monetary assets are going to what's left of my family -- *rambles off names of relatives not revealed yet*
Larry Paul: ::types::
Bela Talbot: My cat is being left to my neighbor down the hall -- Melanie Walker. She usually watches her for me when I'm out of town, she's used to her. Larry Paul: ::nods::
Bela Talbot: Any of my physical property with the exception of items related to my job can be sold at the county's discretion.
Larry Paul: Mmhmm. ::nods and types::
Bela Talbot: All paraphernalia and objects related to my job are to be delivered personally to the hands of Bobby Singer *rambles off address for Bobby* -including- the 1835 Colt Paterson revolver. If the gun is not found, this message is to be delivered to Mr. Singer at my request. If necessary, the money to pay said messenger can come out of my monetary assets.
Larry Paul: ::nods::
Bela Talbot: I believe that's everything.
Larry Paul: And do you have any wishes on how you wish to be…you know...buried?
Bela Talbot: Oh. *hesitates for a moment* Cremated would be easiest for everyone I think. But that might be subject to change.
Larry Paul: Well we'll put it down for now. This document can be altered at any point if you want.
Bela Talbot: *nods* Is there anything else I need to specify?
Larry Paul: Ahh...::thinks:: It's really up to you. You should probably claim someone to be decision maker for anything else regarding your estate or…well, anything.
Bela Talbot: ...Would I need to inform him of this in any way? Does he need to give some kind of consent?
Larry Paul: No. He'd find out about it upon your passing and either he'll do as you wish or he'll hand over those rights to the state.
Bela Talbot: Put Bobby Singer down for that as well.
Larry Paul: ::nods and does so::
Bela Talbot: *nods*
Larry Paul: ::looks up:: Anything else?
Bela Talbot: That should do it.
Larry Paul: ::nods and does some more typing, than hits print and leans back::
Bela Talbot: *settles back in the chair, crossing her fingers in front of her chest*
Larry Paul: How exactly did you find me? I don't recall leaving you my New York forwarding address.
Bela Talbot: I live in New York, Larry. You don't think a law firm with your name in it would escape my attention?
Larry Paul: A firm that's been running for barely a month.
Bela Talbot: I like to keep on top of things. Besides, I happen to be a very resourceful person. *pause* Do you not want my business?
Larry Paul: ::smirks:: No, no...my life would be far less interesting without you.
Bela Talbot: *smirks back* I'm glad you think so.
Larry Paul: It's more of a fact of life. ::leans forward and grabs the papers from the printer:: Only thing left to do is get this notarized and signed.
Bela Talbot: Can we get that done now?
Larry Paul: If we go to the notary, yes.
Bela Talbot: *nods* Do you have time?
Larry Paul: ::sighs:: I don't have time for half the things that need to be done today, what's one more?
Bela Talbot: *rolls eyes slightly* Are we going to do this or not?
Larry Paul: ::slightly amused:: Impatient.
Bela Talbot: It's my final act as a person, Larry -- I want to make sure everything's in order.
Larry Paul: And we're taking care of it, relax. ::gets up and gathers his things to go::
Bela Talbot: *does as well*
Larry Paul: ::motions for her to lead the way out the door::
Bela Talbot: *goes*
Larry Paul: ::follows, shaking his head with a chuckle::
Bela Talbot: *gets to the elevator and hits the button*
Larry Paul: ::gets in with her, leans back, humming a bit::
Bela Talbot: *crosses her arms in front of her chest, waits*
Larry Paul: ::holds a hand out when the doors open::
Bela Talbot: *leads the way out*
Larry Paul: ::heads outside and down the sidewalk:: There's a bank two blocks down, they have a notary.
Bela Talbot: Lead the way.
Larry Paul: ::already walking:: Mmhmm.
Bela Talbot: *follows*
Larry Paul: What's so important about this gun of yours? Did it belong to Grandpa Talbot?
Bela Talbot: *sighs* Not exactly. But it's very valuable. I don't want it to fall into the wrong hands.
Larry Paul: I see.
Bela Talbot: *nods*
Larry Paul: I am hurt, though. Here you knew I was in the City and you never call for a coffee or drink? ::grin::
Bela Talbot: *smirks slightly* Well, I'm not always in town.
Larry Paul: Keeping busy as always, I'm sure.
Bela Talbot: Trust me -- it's better that way.
Larry Paul: ::glances over with a brow raise:: Trust you?
Bela Talbot: Figure of speech, Larry.
Larry Paul: ::smirks::
Bela Talbot: *smirks back*
Larry Paul: You women and your figure's of speech.
Bela Talbot: *raises an eyebrow* Having women troubles, Larry?
Larry Paul: Isn't trouble a given when it comes to women?
Bela Talbot: *smirk* I think you're asking the wrong person.
Larry Paul: What, you're sugar and spice?
Bela Talbot: No -- that's my point. I'm also a woman.
Larry Paul: Right. Well it's all a lost cause anyway.
Bela Talbot: Nothing's ever a lost cause.
Larry Paul: ::shrugs::
Bela Talbot: *keeps walking*
Larry Paul: ::stops at the building and holds the door open for her::
Bela Talbot: *small smile, follows him in*
Larry Paul: ::goes over and gets in line::
Bela Talbot: *follows*
Larry Paul: ::stands there::
Bela Talbot: *does too, arms crossed in front of her chest*
Larry Paul: ::hands in pockets, humming lightly::
Bela Talbot: *waits*
Larry Paul: ::steps up when it's their turn and gets it stamped and such, signs it and passes it to Bela to sign::
Bela Talbot: *signs as well*
Larry Paul: ::takes the papers and heads out:: Okay, one copy is yours. One is mine.
Bela Talbot: Okay.
Larry Paul: ::hands it over:: Anything else I can do for you, Bela?
Bela Talbot: *sigh* That'll be all.
Larry Paul: ::smirks:: Do keep in touch.
Bela Talbot: *smirks back* I'll try.
Larry Paul: I'm sure.
Bela Talbot: *smirk changes to a smile* Your check's in the mail.
Larry Paul: ::smiles back:: Don't worry about it this time.
Bela Talbot: No?
Larry Paul: No, but…ever come across something cool for a 13 year old boy, feel free to send it my way.
Bela Talbot: *grin* I'll keep that in mind.
Larry Paul: ::nods:: And don't go making me have one of those declaration of will meetings anytime in the near future, okay?
Bela Talbot: I'll do my best.
Larry Paul: ::holds a hand out:: Bye, Bela.
Bela Talbot: *shakes it* Goodbye, Larry.
Larry Paul: ::shoves his hands in his pockets and heads off::
Bela Talbot: *does the same*