InsaneJournal

Who: Shinji Kawada, Henry Doyle
When: Night.
Where: Shinji Kawada’s apartment
Rating: Pg
Status: Open and ongoing.

It hadn’t taken much digging to find information on Graeme Ecclesfeld. Almost everyone had a digital trail these days unless they actively and regularly erased it. Graeme, obviously, had either not bothered to attempt erasure or had been uniquely inept at doing so. The trail that Graeme had left, however, was worrying and it took Henry only the most basic of searches to trace the missing vampire’s trail to Seattle and what precisely it was that had called him there. All roads led to where Henry had feared they might; going further would be dangerous and would certainly require outside assistance with access to more formal channels of inquiry.

Evening found Henry outside of Shinji Kawada’s apartment. It was a relatively safe neighborhood a short distance from the city centre, the sort of neighborhood where a non-resident vampire could spend quite a bit of time waiting outside a private residence without raising too many eyebrows. The only person who had even inquired as to why Henry was sitting so long and so patiently on the retaining wall outside the complex was an elderly woman, a human, who had cautioned Henry with a wag of her wrinkled finger to not cause any trouble for “that nice young man; such a handsome boy.”


Henry had promised faithfully to not harm Shinji in any way possible, then had sat and listened to the woman explain the intricacies of her family history and circle for over an hour and a half before she had retreated inside with a cluster of her friends for a game of mahjong. She had returned once to deliver a small paper plate of freshly baked sugar cookies, which Henry now ate in between sips of blood from the thermos he had brought with him.