| Wednesday: February 13, 2008 |
[16 Oct 2009|05:25pm] |
Who: Elliot & Theora
When: Lunchtime
Where: The Café
What: Elliot makes a fool out of himself
Waiting tables was exciting for Elliot under the pressure of an escaped convict. Elliot heard rumors from table to table. He delivered a coffee and pastries to a woman animatedly conversing with friends on the subject of how the victims died. Punctured, drained of all their blood and hung on hooks. Elliot blanched, thoroughly grossed out. Texas Chainsaw Massacre much?
Then he served club sandwiches to a couple discussing a frame job. The murderer made it look like a vampire committed the crimes. Someone else got arrested. It explained the puncturing rumor. Elliot tried to stop his mouth from shooting off but he had to say something. He leaned over their table, innocently curious.
“Do they know why he framed it on a vampire?”
The woman beckoned him closer. “They say he hates vampires. Absolutely despises them. I think he’s vampirist. You know like racist but with vampires.”
“Ah.” Elliot nodded. What a load of crock.
He left the couple, looked for a new customer. Elliot tapped his pencil to his chin. Then he spotted her. A tall graceful statue of a goddess strolling into his café. Elliot looked up and mouthed ‘thank you’ to the powers watching over him. He made a beeline for her table, pencil and notepad ready.
“Hi,” said Elliot. He wore his best inviting smile, used his best sultry voice. “How may I be of service today?” He made a finger gun at her. “For you?”
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| Wednesday: February 13, 2008 |
[16 Oct 2009|10:43pm] |
Who: Elijah and Rosalinda
When: Evening
Where: The temple
What: Finding solace in turbulent times?
Elijah wasn't sure how to process the events that had taken place in the last couple of days. The only tragedy he had ever experienced, truly experienced, was Aubert's death. He couldn't say that he understood what Zach was feeling, or the thoughts that were probably running rampant through the alchemist's head; all he knew was that he felt bad that Zach had to go through any of it at all. All he could do was help with the search parties that were being sent out, and help catch the psychopath that had taken Zach's girlfriend. Elijah knew that if he saw the bastard that he wouldn't think twice about killing him. But that wasn't his place. If anyone should have the pleasure of killing the man it would be the girl's family, or Zach. They loved the taken girl the most, and they would no doubt do whatever they could for her.
Elijah should have been with Zach wherever the boy was, but he was at the temple instead. He was a water elemental, and sometimes he was bigger than life; but in here, in this place he felt small. He looked around with a sense of awe, and took a seat at one of the front pews. He breathed in deeply, and let out a low sigh. It echoed around him, and Elijah closed his eyes as he felt the vibrations bouncing off his skin. He looked up at the high ceilings, and laid his neck against the back of the bench. He thought he was alone, and it was only with that solitude that he dared to speak out loud.
"I wish I knew what to do," he said to no one in particular though anyone could guess that he was speaking to a higher power. "There has to be something more that I can do to help..."
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