Martine (dd_martine) wrote in diamonddogs, @ 2010-08-11 11:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | martine |
Who: Martine, open.
What: Busy but lonely.
When: Pretty much the same time as Madison's breath is finally parted from his body.
Where: Home. Alone.
Status: Martine is home to visitors.
Martine was at a loss. It had been so long since she'd been on her own, what with all the action since Aidan's place had been destroyed that, if she'd thought she wanted a few hours to herself, she now realised that solitude - beyond an hour or two - was hightly overrated.
Noah had gone off on his travels again, working God knows where. She never asked him since he couldn't tell her anyway, and he was never away TOO long. Not really. It might seem like too long, but he always came back. Besides, they didn't live together anyway. They might spend a lot of time in each other's homes - mainly hers recently - but she had no claims on him anymore than he had on her.
And Aidan had gone - it was considered best even when they found out that Dr. Ferguson was okay and that the Military didn't have him locked up somewhere minus his finger and toe nails. It was still a bit murky as to what exactly happened to him, but again, it was a need to know thing. The main thing was he was okay, and that Aidan was settling in just as well with Onyx. The next stage would be for him to move into a new place of his own. Old tube stations were being investigated for the purpose and a few looked promising. Not only that, but they seemed secure.
She had no idea what was happening with regards to Gatsby. Noah had passed on the information and as far as Martine was aware, Gatsby was being looked for or watched to check his allegiance or otherwise. Her own gut feeling was that the man was on the level, but she didn't take it as a personal affront that others further along the line wouldn't take her at her word. Trust was a very expensive commodity nowadays.
So, the house was now quiet. Again. Too quiet. She'd taken on job after job just to keep her outside as much as possible. Tonight, though, there'd been no call for her to break curfew and she was stuck with nothing but her own company and her thoughts.
God, even Spider would've been a welcome break right now.
Not only that, but she was out of tea.
This was not a good evening.