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[Mar. 19th, 2008|12:34 pm] |
Time. Time was one of those things that made a big difference in this; time enough for the media to forget about it, and move on to drunken celebrity marriages with pandas on bicycles, or whatever else it took to draw their attention. From there, fixing the problem was relatively straightforward; all it took was an expensive lawyer employed by an untraceable corporation to put the right amount of pressure on the right parts of the criminal justice system, shake lightly, and then watch as a would-be murderer just kind of fell out. It all worked much better when the would-be murderer was off the front pages.
Bella wondered just how much explaining Seth would need for that.
Still, Seth was more useful outside than in, which was why Bella was waiting for him to accept her... invitation. Assuming he was kind enough to turn up - and, for that matter, to not simply kill a valuable employee with all kinds of contacts and favours and interesting knowledge about important people, then make a run for it - he should've been arriving at any minute.
Not to mention, it was the perfect opportunity to find out what could so undo so useful a weapon. Seth's limitations were the kind of risk that she'd be much happier knowing about in advance. |
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| [FYI] - Seth's in the slammer |
[Feb. 28th, 2008|06:11 pm] |
He wanted to murder someone. Several someones. A lot of someones. Unfortunately, he'd spent several days strapped to a bed in the hospital and sedated while he was getting patched up from his little fight with Anubis. Possibly he shouldn't have given into the temptation to antagonize the jackal so easily but... well, he knew better than to think he wouldn't do it again, given the opportunity. Only the next time he'd do it on his own turf. He wouldn't have been in the hospital even this long, though, if Anubis hadn't used his fucking teeth. Mostly, the hospital flunkies had seemed worried about infection as opposed to any actual injuries -- which hadn't been so terribly bad. Of course, when he'd shown no signs of infection setting in, he'd bee summarily transferred to prison while they figured out what to do with him. His record was longer than his own arm -- and that almost wasn't an exaggeration -- not to mention the part where he was still wanted on a few outstanding charges in various parts of the country. That was going to make getting out...difficult. Even with a good lawyer.
Which he didn't have.
And likely wouldn't get.
They were still stalling him, anyway.
He paced in his cell like any caged animal. At least they'd put him in solitary. At least prison was a place where he could hold his own. It wasn't the other prisoners who bothered him. Being locked up though, that bothered him. Not knowing what happened to his Star, that bothered him. Being jerked around by some monkey from the feds in a bad suit really bothered him.
He growled to himself. Somehow, he was getting out of here. And then there'd be hell to pay. |
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[Feb. 14th, 2008|09:57 pm] |
Who: Seth and Caitlin (and Paul?)
Where: GWU Hospital
When: Sometime during the day after Bastet talks to Seth about Star
Seth was still out for blood. But he was...not quite so far gone as he might have been. Thanks to Bastet. The difficulty in finding his particular target was simply that he knew the hospital staff was unlikely to just tell him where a Senator was being treated. Nor could he spend too much time just walking around and looking in on people. One: he'd get bored really quickly and end up taking it out on someone in his path. Two: he'd be noticed and likely someone would try to stop him. That wouldn't end well on either side.
These weren't things Seth was actively thinking about, they were just things he knew. Of course, something else that he knew was this hospital. He'd been to it often enough. So he had a reasonably good idea of where to find the good senator. Only...on the way there he caught a familiar scent. Anubis. Not that that was a surprise but...
...well, it was just really hard for Seth to resist antagonizing the jackal.
Imagine his surprise when he turns around and instead sees Caitlin. |
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[Feb. 12th, 2008|08:49 am] |
Who: Seth and ?
When: Early morning on the fifteenth.
Where: A newsstand in DC.
What: Seth finds out Star's gone missing.
One thing Seth despised about this city was the cold and the icy wind that got funneled between buildings, cutting through anything you might be wearing, chilling you to the bone. He'd hated New York and Boston for the same reason and the only thing that made DC even marginally better was that it was further south. Winter didn't last quite so long. In fact, the only thing that made winter even marginally better, for him, was the storms that whipped through the area. He always liked a good storm, even if ice came with it. But he hated being cold.
So one could certainly understand why he was walking in a hunched sort of manner, hands buried in his pockets, chin stuffed into the collar of his leather jacket, moving quickly toward the escalator that led down into the Metro. All he wanted at that particular moment was to escape the chill February wind on his way to find an early morning breakfast. His attention was caught, however, by the morning headline as he passed a newsstand. And a picture.
He stopped, backed up, and leaned in closer to read the story, heedless all of a sudden of the cold air. The article told about how, the night before, intruders were reported breaking into the apartment of a particular "star" of the District social scene. She was now missing. There was no ransom note but the police were, of course, pursuing every lead, et cetera.
Had Ra-Bella done this? Seth's lips curled as he took the paper with him and stalked away, ignoring the complaints of the person manning the stand. If she had, she had better be prepared to give Star to him.
If she hadn't?
Someone was going to die. |
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| I'm a little bit drunk... |
[Feb. 6th, 2008|12:27 am] |
Who: Sarah
Where: Jumping around the Downtown bar scene
When: Midnight
Sarah's been a bit normal lately to much surprise. In fact, she hasn't had any "projects" in about two months. She's feeling good and therapy wasn't too traumatic last week. So, when a few friends asked her out to celebrate Mardi Gras, she decided to go with it. Her medication wasn't usually affected by alcohol and her friends are good people. She knows they'll watch out for her.
She's all dressed up in a low cut black halter dress and red heels and lipstick. Her hair is loose and flowing. She looked sexy and it was all her friends doing. She was just going to wear a nice shirt and jeans.
It's already been a good two hours of partying. Sarah actually did a couple shots, got a few beads, and even danced to the obscenely loud music. She's feeling...warm...warm and thoughtless. She's kind of liking the feeling as well as she walks down the street to meet up with another friend in a different bar. |
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[Feb. 3rd, 2008|02:33 pm] |
Who: Akana and OPEN
Where: Posh Bar downtown
What: Drinking and thinking...of course
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The bartender was watching her carefully, catching her cosmos before they were finished and making sure another was ready and waiting. She didn't know why she felt the need to drink herself into oblivion, but...she did. Everything was so wrong, and everything was pressing in on her, and she couldn't think of anything better to save her sanity with. A part of her was moodily grunting at the whole thing in the back of her mind, haughty and self-righteous. It was her shield in daily life, it was her weapon...
Her weakness.
Oh a whole she had been avoiding Paul's calls. And she had been diverting her activities from areas the former god might occupy. She had no desire to ask why she had handed the book to Seth. She had no desire to be questioned on her intent. Anubis would only be...disappointed.
Maybe even horrified?
"Another one, Miss?" The bartender asked, and she nodded. Another one, and another... Until she'd have a taxi take her home and she crawled into bed. This was the price, she supposed, of being human. A listlessness...a feeling of incompleteness.
"Hathor, where is your wisdom when I need it?" |
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