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[May. 20th, 2008|12:57 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | bea winters, bob chase, carole winters, ceara whitfield, kd townsend, nick o'brien, ongoing thread, patrick garrett, peter torkarov, plot: bea's disappearance, plot: bea's kidnapping, shiloh winters | ] |
Where: An undisclosed location
When: Tuesday
Who: Bea, KD, Peter, Bob, and others.
He sighed once as he dialed the number. Everything was prepared and this was the last step before he could wash his hands of this entire business. This was not exactly what he had signed up for, but at least he could ensure that it had a somewhat happy ending. He dialed the number for a special agent Kieran Dagny Townsend. He had a voice modulator to disguise his voice.
"Special Agent Townsend? I have a message for you." |
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[Apr. 30th, 2008|09:07 am] |
Who: Nick, Peter, Shiloh, Nick's parents
When: The morning after Bea's disappearance
Where: Nick's house and in transit
Ali, Marie, and Carole seemed to have come to some sort of truce regarding the kitchen, especially considering the number of people that needed to be fed this morning. Peter had barely slept, but coffee would fix that problem temporarily.
After they'd all eaten and showered, Peter glanced over at Nick. "You know, if you're going to camp out here for awhile, you might want to pick some things up. And I expect your parents would appreciate seeing you," he noted mildly. "Why don't I take you and Shiloh over, get you out of the house for a bit?"
Carole might appreciate that, too. Which he did not say aloud. |
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[Apr. 11th, 2008|10:10 pm] |
Who: Shiloh, Peter, Alistair, Nick, Carole...
Where: The Winters house.
Shiloh was Not Pleased. Her sister had been supposed to meet her where they always met in order to go home together on the Metro. Bea was generally good about meeting her there and going home before going out again. She knew that she and Nick had arranged for a movie date that evening but that had been after dinner tonight. Muttering to herself, she called Nick. Something was not right. |
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[Apr. 4th, 2008|11:58 pm] |
Who: Celtic deities
Where: The Wooden Spoon
Alistair whistled to himself as he put the final preparations on the room in the back. There was a special group tonight, coming into the restaurant. He was taking care of them personally. It was quite a coup for his restaurant, such a large group coming. Everything had to be just right. |
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[Apr. 1st, 2008|03:46 pm] |
Who: Carole and the Twins
When: April 1'st
Where: Winters House
She'd be lying if she said she wasn't slightly anxious. Today the interim grades had come in to take home to parents and guardians and...it was making her a little antsy. She almost wished she had lessons with Ceara today in order to work off some of this tension. She'd done her best in all her classes, with the possible exception of math, which she only did halfheartedly, seeing as how she learned all what they were going through now last year.
She wanted her Aunt to get home so that she could open the envelope once and for all. Bea knew that if she opened it and it was bad news, then she'd be too tempted to hide it and convince Shiloh to hide hers too. |
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[Mar. 26th, 2008|12:45 pm] |
Who: Shiloh and Peter
Where: National Mall
When: Saturday
Shiloh'd been walking in the Mall again. She'd just finished touring the Holocaust Museum and the National Archives. She'd seen most of the Washington museums now and she'd enjoyed most of them. The Holocaust museum had just made her angry though. Such a waste, such a loss! She had to go out to the Mall to walk and try to clear her head before rejoining her sister and going home.
She looked over to where the humans walked briskly, hurrying back and forth to their occupations, busily running through the skeins of their lives. Just then she thought she saw a familiar face. |
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[Feb. 16th, 2008|11:19 pm] |
Who: Shiloh and Open.
Where: Museum of Natural History
When: Friday afternoon
She was bored, that was the long and short of it. Bea was off at her lesson with Ceara and while she enjoyed hanging out with the Raven (as she referred to the woman sometimes), she had no interest in learning martial arts. So she'd come here, this was one of her favorite museums and she wandered around sort of aimlessly, feeling drawn her but not really knowing why. |
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