Chloe Markson (lyre_lyre) wrote in artofwar_rpg, @ 2011-11-18 23:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | †chloe markson; ruse, ♦warren worthington iii; angel |
Who: Chloe Markson and Warren Worthington III
What: A panicked phone call
When: November 18th, 2011
Where: Chloe's apartment / the Institute
Rating/Warnings: Negative
Status: Closed, unless someone's going to steal Warren's phone | Complete
Chloe woke up gradually, realizing as she blinked awake that the worst of her aches were gone. She let out a sigh and opened her eyes--only to notice that everything was different. She froze, heart racing. Someone had been in her apartment. Afraid they might still be there, she lay silent, eyes darting around to check the corners.
She listened for the longest time, frozen under the covers. Eventually she crawled out towards the phone that sat on a table by her the front door--only to discover that the phone wasn't there. Shit. And, wait--she wasn't wearing the nightgown she'd fallen asleep in, but some loose floppy shirt instead. What the--
A sudden buzzing noise made her jump. Her back against the wall, she scanned the room, panicking that the robbers were still inside her apartment somehow--but no one was there. Whatever it was buzzed insistently, on and on and on, and after a taking a few deep breaths Chloe went looking for the source.
Eventually she found a small, black metal rectangle on her table, hidden underneath a newspaper. She poked it, confused, and jumped back when it started buzzing again and lit up like a firecracker. Mama, it blinked at her, flashing. Hesitant, she picked it up and turned it over between her fingers, noticing that the device was hinged on one side. She pried it open.
"Well, pick up your phone why don't you!"
She dropped the rectangle and it clattered against the table, with her mother's voice still chattering through it. That tiny thing was a phone?!
"I've been trying to reach you for hours, you silly girl, your father is--"
"Mama, stop, stop--"
"--he just left for the store, he was saying something about needing a new--"
"Stop!" The voice on the other end fell silent and Chloe could tell her mother was offended. "Sorry, Mama, but it's really important. I'll call you later." She stared at the phone, trying to figure out how to turn it off, and eventually she just closed it again, hoping that that would work.
Oh, god. She sent up a silent prayer, hoping beyond hope that someone might answer. St. Michael, perhaps, or the Virgin. Really anyone that could reassure her she wasn't going crazy. Chloe passed the phone between her hands. Her first thought was to call the police, but what would she even say?
She settled on calling Warren instead. The phone still had recognizable number keys, thankfully, and she carefully pressed in Warren's number. Nothing happened. She studied the buttons and the tiny little screen, looking for some kind of clue. Eventually she started pushing buttons at random, gratified when a ringing sound finally started up. Chloe let out a tense breath and brought the phone up to her ear, waiting.