Jimmy, muted from the drinks he's had, stumbles towards his group and gestures at Ollie, suggesting that Ronnie wager a bet.
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"Indeed my good-man. Here's my bits.". Jimmy hands over his bits after Edward.
"Very well then! Two bits it is!" After placing the bet Jimmy gestures at the bar to order a drink to quench his propensity for a libation to forget the earlier bee mishap.
Jimmy butts into the conversation between the drunkards... "Gentlemen, if I may interject on your wager... I do believe that Frankel is the better fighter of the two. I'd be willing to put something towards an amicable bet if you should let me."
Knowing a thing or two about fighting and boxing, Jimmy peers over the shoulders of the two denizens to catch wind of the fight.
"I am feeling rather parched after that little mishap." Jimmy states as he pats himself down and looks for any unusual stings. "Perhaps we can go over the details of our trip to the sanitarium somewhere away from that damned bee hive."
Jimmy swats around the air, trying his best to avoid being stung. "Gentlemen, now would be a good time for you to do your bee-keeping duties."
Sorry for being a little sporadic with my check ins. Dealing with some stuff at work.
Jimmy thinks to himself... nothing to concern ourselves with yet they're backing away?
Looking at the two beekeepers, Jimmy places his hands on his waist, while catching his breath. Pausing briefly for one final draw of air, he beings "Gentleman, as the sports doctor for the campus, may I inquire what is going on? I need to assess if there is a possibility for, um, bee stings to my athletes."
As Dr. Mayfield's sentence tails off, Jimmy breaks into a quick jog towards the beekeepers, "Gentlemen! May I have a quick word?"
"I do believe there is some merit in the approach of money. It may provide more 'cover'." Jimmy looks about the room before continuing, "We should delve further into the plan to avoid any potential pitfalls due to a lack of communication."
Glad to have you around for another game cousin ;) (Emrys)
"I'm not gifted with lock picking or anything of the sort. I do suggest that we go in under the guise of either potential patrons or someone that may be interested in admitting a relative?" Knutson looks about awaiting a hopeful glance.
"The sanitarium is what sticks out the most to me gentlemen. Maybe a gut instinct but I sense we may be able to gleam a good start there. Additionally, the yacht club but given the lies that were notated in the documentation, it may prove ill-gotten to go there first unless we have some other clues." states Jimmy before a brief pause to catch his breath, "Furthermore, I don't care much for clowns and the ill-gotten denizens of the comedic variety."
Jimmy sits there, pondering over the documentation and collecting his thoughts, not quite sure what to think of all that is in front of him. He looks towards Dr. Peaslee with a quizzical look on his face.
"Dr. Peaslee! Good to see you again, sir." Jimmy gestures towards the Psychologist as he takes a seat.
"Not sure. I'd imagine Dr. Armitage for one but it does sound like a few more chaps are beyond the door." Jimmy, also, fixates on the buzzing sound. He ponders if the fly is as uncomfortable as he is at this very moment. After a brief pause to look about the room, he looks back at the gentleman that had answered his query earlier, "Pardon my lack of manners, it appears the heat has gotten the better of me. I'm Jimmy Knutson, the physio for the school's athletic endeavors."
Jimmy surveys those around the hallway by Dr. Armitage's office.
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