Sascha Connolly, Ph.D. (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} bohemiarhapsody) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} nosuchplace,@ 2009-10-20 20:52:00 |
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Thursday: February 14, 2008
Who: Sascha and Susie
When: Early morning
Where: Sascha and Irei's bungalow and surrounding waters
What: Good morning, neighbor. :)
Sascha had never been much of an early riser. Somehow it had always been a necessity for him- morning classes were such a bitch sometimes- and he usually chose to combat the god-awful hours by downing a pot of black coffee. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't; on this particular morning, the caffeine was taking its own sweet time kicking in.
Not that he really needed another excuse for being so on edge- after all, the voluntary search parties were scheduled to set out today, and Sascha was already feeling a little anxious. He was far more concerned about Dione's well-being than he appeared to be, and the guilt he felt over his last confrontation with the blind medium was still fresh. If he'd only told someone what he'd discovered then, maybe her abduction could have been prevented; she could have been taken someplace safe, someplace that twisted maniac couldn't find her...but it didn't matter now. She and Adrienne were both long gone, and now it was time to find them.
The rising sun blazed red across the surface of the lake, and Sascha slid a lit cigarette between his lips before leaning his elbows against the railing and looking out over the lightly rippling water. He'd already assembled a small kit to take with him on the expedition and had otherwise prepared himself, save for his obvious lack of concentration. His thoughts were all beginning to blend together distractingly in his head, and as he reached up to rub at his temple, his lighter slipped from his fingers and into the water below.
"...shit," he muttered a little belatedly, glancing over the railing to see if he could spot the lighter somewhere beneath the waves. The water around the bungalows was shallower than other parts of the lake, but hardly enough to allow him to wade out and retrieve the personally engraved item. It figured, though. What a perfectly discouraging start to the day.
Who: Sascha and Susie
When: Early morning
Where: Sascha and Irei's bungalow and surrounding waters
What: Good morning, neighbor. :)
Sascha had never been much of an early riser. Somehow it had always been a necessity for him- morning classes were such a bitch sometimes- and he usually chose to combat the god-awful hours by downing a pot of black coffee. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't; on this particular morning, the caffeine was taking its own sweet time kicking in.
Not that he really needed another excuse for being so on edge- after all, the voluntary search parties were scheduled to set out today, and Sascha was already feeling a little anxious. He was far more concerned about Dione's well-being than he appeared to be, and the guilt he felt over his last confrontation with the blind medium was still fresh. If he'd only told someone what he'd discovered then, maybe her abduction could have been prevented; she could have been taken someplace safe, someplace that twisted maniac couldn't find her...but it didn't matter now. She and Adrienne were both long gone, and now it was time to find them.
The rising sun blazed red across the surface of the lake, and Sascha slid a lit cigarette between his lips before leaning his elbows against the railing and looking out over the lightly rippling water. He'd already assembled a small kit to take with him on the expedition and had otherwise prepared himself, save for his obvious lack of concentration. His thoughts were all beginning to blend together distractingly in his head, and as he reached up to rub at his temple, his lighter slipped from his fingers and into the water below.
"...shit," he muttered a little belatedly, glancing over the railing to see if he could spot the lighter somewhere beneath the waves. The water around the bungalows was shallower than other parts of the lake, but hardly enough to allow him to wade out and retrieve the personally engraved item. It figured, though. What a perfectly discouraging start to the day.