Chloe Markson (lyre_lyre) wrote in artofwar_rpg, @ 2011-10-11 13:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | †chloe markson; ruse, ♦caliban |
Who: Chloe and Caliban
What: A brief encounter
When: The morning after Chloe disappeared, early October
Where: Lower Manhattan
Rating/Warnings: Negative
Status: Closed, Complete
"Yes, I'm here to turn in a resignation on behalf of Colin Murphy," she told the secretary. Chloe noticed several heads turn at the name, and she swallowed, wishing she could talk to them. She leaned in towards the secretary, Miss Johnson, instead. "His health has... gotten a lot worse," she whispered, pushing the envelope across the counter. "He had to send me to deliver this in his place."
"It's that bad?" Miss Johnson whispered back. "Oh that's such a shame, he was such a bright young man. I take it you're his... sister?"
"Yes, his younger by two years."
"The resemblance is uncanny! I knew right away when you walked in." Miss Johnson tittered a moment. "Well, I'll pass this right along to the chief. Don't you worry, dear," she said, her face softening, "I'm sure he'll pull through, whatever's ailing him."
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Done. Chloe stood on the station steps, absorbing the feel of the brick and grime one last time. She'd wait a few months at least before sending a letter noting his passing. No, maybe longer--it would hurt less if they hadn't thought about him in awhile.
With a sigh she stepped down to the sidewalk and set off towards her apartment, ignoring the ache in her feet and the torpor that kept trying to steal over her mind. She could sleep later, when it was all done. When she was safe, and the fear that clenched at her stomach even now had finally passed. Chloe drew her coat closer, shivering in the morning air.