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05/31/2007 10:39:00
[info]moriquende
*stands before the vast bank of CCTV screens covering the walls of the lair hidden underground below his tiny woodland shack, searching for Aredhel*

*notes with dismay that she's still not in any of the rooms surveilled on the screens labeled GALATEA* *walks over to a computer station and pulls up her mobile tracking info* *confirms that her cell phone is still on her nightstand where she last left it*

*glances up as the screens labeled ARMANI flicker on on schedule, showing considerably different surroundings than they did last* *searches these futilely for signs of his wayward wife*

*checks the screens marked JESTER and those for every other relevant location he can think of* *re-reads the proximity data for BABY BOY A and confirms that his phone hasn't been anywhere near his mother's or in any odd location for days*

DAMN IT.

Current Mood: frustrated
Tags: eol, aredhel

 
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From: [info]irisse Date: 05/31/2007 12:50:24  

*curses mildly to herself as her car runs out of gas, somewhere nearby*

*gets out and looks around* *gets that sinking feeling as she realises that her surroundings look familiar and not in a good way*
From: [info]moriquende Date: 05/31/2007 12:54:38  

*gives up his task for the time being and climbs up through the floor to his living room/dining room*

*thinks he hears a car a ways off on the main road outside and considers telling the moron that that road isn't a road to anywhere good*

*peers out the window to get a better look*
From: [info]irisse Date: 05/31/2007 12:56:20  

*lifts up her skirts and makes her way along the path, in the vague hope that there might be a petrol station or something near by*

*knew it was a mistake to leave her cellphone behind*
From: [info]moriquende Date: 05/31/2007 13:07:40  

*goes outside and trots toward you down his path through the woods*

*sees your figure halfway along and stops in his tracks, inhaling sharply*
From: [info]irisse Date: 05/31/2007 13:13:32  

*looks up and sees you*

*stops dead* You have GOT to be kidding.
From: [info]moriquende Date: 05/31/2007 13:17:11  

*flat-out runs the rest of the way to you*

*throws his arms around you* Aredhel! *pant* I knew— *gasp* —you would come back to me someday! *breeeeathe* Cute hair.
From: [info]irisse Date: 05/31/2007 13:19:14  

Eugh, get off me! *pushes you away, pressing the palms of both hands firmly against your chest*

I've not come back to you, you imbecile. My car ran out of gas in the most inconvenient place on Órë! Now. Do you have a phone I can use?
From: [info]moriquende Date: 05/31/2007 13:25:41  

*beams!* I missed you, too, honey! *clamps an arm firmly around your waist and begins walking back to the house*

*oh-so-casually, people* Sure I have a phone you can use. Don't you carry a cell phone, though? I thought everybody had a cell phone these days! Not that I do, of course. Ha ha!
From: [info]irisse Date: 05/31/2007 13:46:39  

*tries to pull away from you* Get off me! All I want is to borrow your phone for half a minute and then I'll sit in my car until Turco Turvo káno the pick-up guy comes.
From: [info]moriquende Date: 05/31/2007 13:50:47  

*lets go and holds up his hands in apparent surrender* Okay, okay! Cheezus pleezus. Cool it. You know, if I didn't love you so much I'd say you were a heartless bitch. *tilts his head* Or cunt, maybe. I dunno. Which would you prefer, if I didn't love you so much?

*leads you into the house* Phone's in the basement. *points to the shady-looking open trapdoor in the middle of the living room/dining room floor*
From: [info]irisse Date: 05/31/2007 13:55:23  

Fuck off, you lying, murdering bastard.

*looks at the trapdoor for a moment* I don't know what gives me the creeps more. You or that fucking basement.
From: [info]moriquende Date: 05/31/2007 13:58:38  

*sticks his fingers in his ears* I can't hear you I can't hear you I love you I CAN'T HEAR YOU!

*walks over to a decrepit-looking sofa and sits on it, picking up a fake newspaper and leafing through it* *blandly, without looking at you* Phone's in the basement.
From: [info]irisse Date: 05/31/2007 14:05:07  

*looks at you uncertainly before going down the steps into the basement*

*calls up at you* I'm telling you, just one phone call and you won't see me for -- *stops and stares at the bank of CCTV screens* What the--?
From: [info]moriquende Date: 05/31/2007 14:08:01  

*drops his reading pretense and hurries over*

*drops the trapdoor closed and presses the auto-lock button on the electronic keypad*

*calmly removes his cell phone from his pocket and calls the inside line (also the only line) on the phone in the basement*
From: [info]irisse Date: 05/31/2007 14:10:48  

*rushes up the steps first and bangs on the trapdoor before she hears the phone ringing*

*picks it up* YOU BASTARD YOU FUCKING BASTARD LET ME OUT LET ME OUT RIGHT NOW!
From: [info]moriquende Date: 05/31/2007 14:15:22  

*brightly* It's all shatter-proof glass down there, honey, so no sense in trying anything funny. Hee hee hee...honey funny. Also— *takes a palmtop computer from his pocket and hits a few buttons with the stylus* —I've locked out the computers from doing anything fun, such as fucking up or melting or singing. Actually, they don't normally sing. I just made that up.

Oh! *makes a quick correction* But there is solitaire. It's okay. You don't have to thank me.
From: [info]irisse Date: 05/31/2007 14:20:16  

*takes a few deep, sharp breaths* Eöl no no no you can't do this to me this can't be this can't be happening again you have to let me go you have to --
From: [info]moriquende Date: 05/31/2007 14:23:43  

DO YOU EVER SHUT THE FUCK UP? *instantly cheerful* Now listen. There's at least half a bag of microwave popcorn left on the workbench, so just sit back, relax, and enjoy the show. You only have to stay down there in the dark until I'm finished fitting bars on the windows and locks on the door up here.

*hopefully* And maybe you'll get to like the dark?
From: [info]irisse Date: 05/31/2007 17:08:14  

I hate the dark, Eöl, I hate it I hate it, you have to let me out, when 'káno hears he'll be so angry and Turvo and Turco will kill you and you have to let me go-- *pauses to draw breath and looks at the bank of screens in front of her*
From: [info]moriquende Date: 05/31/2007 17:13:25  

I hate the dark

*his voice ice-cold* I'm going to work now. When I'm finished, if you're very good and promise to behave, I'll let you come upstairs. I don't want to hurt you, honey, but I will if I have to. You know I will.

*hangs up and goes to the shed out back to collect his tools* *is gone for a long time*
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