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[Mar. 18th, 2008|12:44 pm] |
Who: Peter & Star & Danielle (and whoever else makes sense)
Where: Star's parents' house, out in the D.C. suburbs
When: shortly after Star's return
Peter was bad at waiting. On the plus side, he was good with Danielle, which amazed him. Kids were not normally his thing - of course, kids were not normally born to two reborn gods, and that probably had something to do with it.
It was finally a reasonably sunny day for early spring, so they were out in the yard playing something that had its roots in tag, catch, tickle fights, and made-up rules that came out of Danielle's head.
Except for not knowing where Star was, he was even reasonably happy. |
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[Mar. 14th, 2008|10:03 am] |
Who: David, Star, Michael
Where: Reagan Airport
When: Late evening
David hadn't been able to turn up hide nor hair of Star. Susan had apparently gotten nothing out of Seth, according to the note she'd left for him. Not long after that, David heard Seth was in jail which was, as far as David was concerned, good riddance. He hadn't spoken to any member of his family at all since his father had ended up in the hospital -- though by now he had been released -- which was also, for the time, good riddance.
He'd thrown himself into his work whenever he wasn't trying to find out what happened to Star, but all of his leads led just about nowhere. No one could tell him anything. At least not until he'd received a cryptic message from Damion telling him to be waiting outside of a certain terminal at the airport at ten 'o clock that night.
Almost, he hadn't showed. But he had no real reason no to. And so here he was, wondering what in hell Damion was up to. David paced, and more than a few airport employees kept throwing odd glances his way. Noticing this, David forced himself to relax and went to lean against a wall, arms crossed, watching the terminal exit for the next group of disembarking passengers to walk through. |
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[Feb. 11th, 2008|09:30 pm] |
WHO: Susan and David
WHERE: Susan's apartment, at least for starters
WHEN: Valentine's Day evening
WHAT: David needs somewhere to go after getting the police first to Star's apartment, and then to his parents' house.
Susan was actually planning on spending a quiet night in. She'd had a couple weeks' long work at the museum, and Valentine's Day seemed to be intending on being uneventful this year. While she did sort of miss the idea of spending Valentine's Day with someone, she was just as happy not to have to worry about it. And all the pink and red and white was sort of nauseating.
It had been warm the past couple of days, but was turning chill now. Thus her windows were closed and her heat was on, although not so much so that she couldn't hear the tap-tap-tapping on the windowsill.
A little curious, she bundled herself up in a bathrobe before opening the window to see what was so interesting on her windowsill. |
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[Feb. 11th, 2008|06:36 pm] |
Who: David and Jonah, most likely
When: Thursday, the 14th. Evening.
Where: The Star's apartment in post, the Matheson family home in thread.
What: David discovers that Star has suddenly gone missing.
He'd planned everything. It was, perhaps, a traditional sort of evening but... that only made sense, didn't it? He was trying for traditional here, trying to make them into something...more. Hence the limo. And the roses. And the reserved table waiting for them at probably the most exclusive restaurant in the District. He'd called her earlier in the week to make certain she didn't make any other plans for the evening, to let her know he'd be picking her up at eight. It was all as perfect as he could make it.
Except...
Except she wasn't answering his knock on the door. Except he tried to call her and he could hear the ringing of her phone echo through an empty apartment. Except she wouldn't have agreed to their date and then not just left. There were enough excepts that David felt no qualms about picking the lock to her door. And for that skill, he could really only thank the deity who resided somewhere in the back of his head. It had come in handy in the past and it was doing the same now.
But the sight that greeted him when he opened her door did nothing for his peace of mind. Obvious signs of a struggle, broken shards of glass and an overturned chair. Were those drops of blood staining the carpet? Slowly, David shut the door behind him with his foot and moved further into the apartment, looking for signs of Star. The door hadn't been forced, so whoever it was, she'd let them in. Or they did the same thing you did, dumbass. he thought. Whoever it was, they'd gone through some pains to make it look like a robbery. Her mattress was overturned, the first place many thieves looked for hidden cash. Drawers were pulled out and ransacked. An evening dress was still hanging from its hanger on the back of her bedroom door. Was she getting ready when they came?
What had they done to her?
There was no trace, save those red drops in the carpet near the door. No ransom note. No messages on her phone. If it had been just a burglary, she would have called him, wouldn't she? She would have told him about it. He looked back toward the door of her apartment. It wasn't a mere burglary. Thieves rarely bothered to lock the door back. Someone hadn't wanted Star's disappearance to be noticed quickly. David's hands clenched into fists, someone should have done better at the illusion. Should have packed her up, made it look like she'd left the country.
Not that he'd have believed that either. Not without her telling him herself, anyway.
Someone was in a whole hell of a lot of trouble when David got a hold of him. And some part of David was reminding him that Raven wasn't just about thievery and flying around. No, Raven could also be a cruel, ruthless figure, someone to be ware of. Especially when his ire was up.
And his ire was most certainly up.
David stalked out of the apartment, carefully locking it behind him. On the way out, he stopped at a hotel phone to report strange men entering Star's apartment and making a lot of noise to the police. Only then did he get into the limo he'd brought there for Star. The driver gave him a quizzical look when he didn't appear with a date. David only scowled at him and gave him a new address.
The home of one Senator Jonah Edward Matheson, know to be spending a quiet Valentine's evening home with his wife. It made for a nice story to tell on the news, made him seem more trustworthy, somehow, than those politickin' fools campaigning their brains out. Made him a family man who still took time out to tell his wife he loved her. David would have laughed at that. Okay, he had laughed at that, once. But tonight he only felt a certain cold rage.
Jonah had taken many things from his son. But he would not take this if David had to beat it out of his father.
When the limo dropped him off, David told the driver his services would no longer be needed for the night and thanked him before making his way up the steps to the house. He still had a key, so he didn't bother knocking, just strode right on in like he owned the place. "Sorry to interrupt, mother," he announced as he entered his parents' dining room, "but my father and I need to have a talk. Now." |
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[Feb. 9th, 2008|09:29 pm] |
February 9th 2008,
National Air and Space Museum
Of all the Museums around here, Woody liked the Air and Space Museum best. The art was pretty and the science was cool, but neither were as interesting as the thought of being able to hop on a winged chariot and ride right across the sky like the sun. He liked them so much, in fact, that he was walking along with his head tilted back so he could see the planes hung above him and not paying any actual attention to where he was going, which is why he bumped into someone. |
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