Vaughn Davis (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} shebringscurses) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} bellumlogs,@ 2010-02-25 23:17:00 |
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What: Vaughn wants to know where her money is, and what exactly is going on in 104.
Where: 104.
When: Late afternoon?
Warnings: None? Cursing? TBA.
Talk about a difficult week. Between her sister betraying her, having to circumnavigate her way out of potential police custody, being forced to bullshit amicably with Shane, AND discovering that somebody had been in her apartment sometime between the past two weeks and now. The shrine room's door had been wide open, while Vaughn knew she'd never have left it unlocked. Nothing in the apartment had seemed to be missing, but what was there even to take?
She'd had every intention of staying the night in her old apartment, figuring that nobody would ever suspect or even stop by 1002 for the ghostly quiet that had descended upon the place in the last few months. But after discovering that somebody other than herself had been inside, she knew it wasn't a safe option. So she took to a hotel for two nights and squandered the last of the cash she had on her.
There were still things at Ella's, and she still had the spare key that had been given to Leah. There was some extra money in the knapsack that she'd left by the bed in the guest room. Some clothes; inconsequential. That shoebox of Mississippi knicknacks, spare photos of Daniel, a couple from home, and other unimportant objects that mattered very little to her now. Still, she should collect them before Ella decided to have her locks changed.
Recalling that she was owed some money by Shiloh from 104, she'd messaged Aaron earlier only to discover that Shiloh had apparently left, and wouldn't be coming back? Or had something happened? Either way, Vaughn needed the money, she didn't have enough to last another night in this hotel. So, she tamed her curls with a duo of bobby pins, pulled on a faded sweater dress that was a few sizes too large, and some frayed black jeans. Sunglasses, a blue scarf around her hair. Little things to ensure she wouldn't get noticed walking into the building. Although she intended to alter her appearance until she got to the door of 104, anyway.
She'd told Aaron that she'd be there in a few minutes, but that quickly turned into twenty, and then twenty-five. Still, Vaughn finally knocked; a swift rap of bony knuckles. Her side of the door was anxious, confused, fuzzy with impatience and a worry that couldn't be placed.