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08/11/2007 22:34:00
[info]ambarussas
*sits on the porch at her big brother's brownstone, flipping through a magazine and occasionally looking up to watch her parasite attempting to play catch with a very befuddled butler*

Honestly, I'm starting to think Cáno's never coming home. It's been a week now and there's no sign of him at all. Maybe we should have told him we were alive visiting.

*pauses in her bitching reading long enough to smile and twirl her hair as the really cute newspaper boy makes his morning delivery*

*even bothers to pick up the paper and open it so she looks intellectual*

....

Oh shit.

Tags: amras, amrod

 
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From: [info] Date: 08/11/2007 22:49:42  

*tosses the ball back at the butler (who takes it in the side of the head while he's tipping the paper boy)*

*glances over at you* 'Sup?
From: [info] Date: 08/11/2007 22:51:24  

*skims the article quickly, looking for the relevant details*

Jailbreak...

Gunfire...

Injured...

Critical...

*throws the paper down hard*
From: [info] Date: 08/11/2007 22:55:35  

*comes over and picks up the paper*

*reads the headline and grins* Wicked.
From: [info] Date: 08/11/2007 23:05:45  

*takes the paper out of your hands, rolls it up, and thwacks you on the back of the head*

Shut up, Ambarussa.

*rests her forehead against her palm*

Go pack your stuff.
From: [info] Date: 08/11/2007 23:13:15  

OW.

*rubs the back of his head while glaring at you*

Why?
From: [info] Date: 08/11/2007 23:15:42  

*barely patiently* Cáno's not coming here, now is he? We've got to go find him. And Nelyo and Turco and Moryo and Curvo. No one's coming here.
From: [info] Date: 08/11/2007 23:18:48  

Oh.

*starts to run up the steps inside*

...*comes back out*

So where are we going?
From: [info] Date: 08/11/2007 23:21:06  

I. Don't. Know.

I'll figure it out, okay, I always figure it out, don't I? Now go pack your stuff.
From: [info] Date: 08/11/2007 23:21:58  

Okay.

*starts to run up the steps inside*

...*comes back out*

Shouldn't we figure out where we're going before we pack?
From: [info] Date: 08/11/2007 23:23:54  

*SIGHS*

Ambarussa *points at you* packs. Ambarussa *points at herself* thinks. Now go so I can think.
From: [info] Date: 08/11/2007 23:25:48  

Fine.

*starts to run up the steps inside*

...*comes back out*

Do you have any idea at all where they're at?
From: [info] Date: 08/11/2007 23:27:38  

*clenches her jaw*

Yes, I do, of course I do. I have a telepathic connection with Curvo and he's giving me the coordinates right now, as we speak. WHAT DO YOU THINK?
From: [info] Date: 08/11/2007 23:28:46  

Well, you don't have to be mean about it.

*starts to run up the steps inside*

...*comes back out*

*opens his mouth to ask another very reasonable question*
From: [info] Date: 08/11/2007 23:29:56  

*knows you're there without even looking and stops you before you speak*

You ask me another idiot question and I will shove that baseball so far down your throat that people will be using you to play catch with.
From: [info] Date: 08/11/2007 23:30:50  

*closes his mouth and goes upstairs without another word*

*well. maybe one more word*







Bitch.
From: [info] Date: 08/11/2007 23:34:05  

*stares off into space for a while before picking up the paper again helplessly*

*flips through the pages and notices a small ad for her mother's gallery*

*calls the phone number and speaks at length to the secretary, finally eventually extracting her mother's cell phone number from the lady*

*dials excitedly*
From: [info] Date: 08/12/2007 12:45:52  

*bounds back down the stairs a bit later*

Ready ready where are we going!?
From: [info] Date: 08/12/2007 12:47:12  

*puts her phone down, after making about six hundred calls trying to track down her family and eventually succeeding!!*

*actually smiles* Hithlum. Findekáno's got them.
From: [info] Date: 08/12/2007 12:48:45  

Yes! *throws your bag at you* Let's go!




...

How are we getting there?
From: [info] Date: 08/12/2007 12:49:56  

*with a bit of a frown* Public transport.

*sighs softly* Well, if we must, we must. Come on, we've got a long walk.

*leads you off to the train station and really hopes you'll stop with the chattering eventually* *which you won't* *ever*
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