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lotte karsten {christine daaé} (still_lotte) wrote in bellumlogs,
@ 2010-05-05 18:31:00

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christine daaé, phantom of the opera

Who: Lotte and Bran
What: Neighborhood Watch
Where: Around the building
When: 2:40 A.M. Tonight-ish-tomorrow-morning
Warnings: TBD (There’ll be something, surely.)
Notes: Luther's schedule was posted time-line wise, before this.

Lotte had been somewhat surprised that she’d been assigned to the watch so early. When she volunteered she thought she had a while to get used to the idea – a week maybe, until it was her turn. Instead she had the third one assigned with someone she’d never met. The idea of that was almost enough to make her rethink the decision.

Not that she really knew what the man in 1106 was like. She had the suspicion he was nice in fact – after all, he’d taken her tapes when she’d gotten rid of them a month ago. There hadn’t been any complaints about the noise in her apartment either which was good, considering. She knew she there were the stray occasions when she’d begged the voice to stop and her voice had gotten absurdly loud.

She headed to the couch early, setting the alarm on her phone as to not bother James in case she came back early. (In the same move, she put Micah and Cole’s number on speed-dial. She didn’t want to waste time trying to dial it, in case something happened.) Even so, two thirty had her tired and regretting her decision. She didn’t even bother to change out of her pajamas, simply throwing a gray sweatshirt over her top. It was zipped up to her chin and she pulled her hair into a ponytail at her neck. Sockless feet were shoved into sneakers, before she headed out.

A note was left for James, explaining the watch and she’d be back around six, and Lotte grabbed her flash light. The cell phone was safe in her sweatshirt pocket and she went down to the lobby. She had to restrain herself from turning lights on as she walked down, keeping her flashlight up (absurdly high) until she got to the bottom of the stairs. Anxiously, she edged into the room, far away from the door to the basement and catacombs, calling out if anyone was there.

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lemortvivant
2010-05-11 05:50 am UTC (link)

There wasn't even the faintest glimmer of recognition when Lotte mentioned two people getting hurt, only a widening of his eyes and a faint expression of disbelief, as if he couldn't possibly imagine such a terrible thing happening. It was how people always reacted to horrifying news, hiding their burning curiosity behind masks of false concern and empathy. "Oh. I've caught bits and pieces on the forum, but I didn't... know the specifics." He shined the flashlight in the direction of the basement, but didn't make any move towards the stairs yet.

Bran was quite pleased with himself, having successfully averted the lights being turned on, but he had to act as though he didn't know why Lotte seemed to uncomfortable about the idea of going into the basement. "We don't have to go down there if you don't want to," he said carefully. "I didn't mean to upset you - it was just a suggestion." He made his way along the wall, using his flashlight to guide him, and stopped just before the entrance to the lower levels. He tilted his head to the side as though listening for something, waiting a few moments before turning back in her direction. "Sounds empty to me, so it shouldn't be a problem if we skip it."