dahlia palmer (blindingly) wrote in horror_story, @ 2013-03-26 22:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | complete, cycle002, gilman, npc |
Who: Anna Palmer (NPC) and Gilman.
What: Gilman is out taking photographs around town. Unfortunately for him, Anna recognizes him and confronts him.
Where: Somewhere around town. I'M NOT SURE. BACK OFF.
When: January 6th, late afternoon.
Rating: TBD. Low on Anna's part, probably some creepy thoughts on Gilman's end.
It seemed strange that everyone was going about their business. The world was still spinning and people were still shuffling about, laughing and talking as though nothing had changed when, in reality, everything had changed. Dahlia was gone. Missing. She was God-knows-where with God-knows-who, but that didn't matter to anyone but those who loved her. It didn't seem fair that there were other parents that got to go to bed and know that their children were safe and sound while she and Martin would lie awake all night, staring at the ceiling and waiting for the phone to ring.
What if she ended up like that Susanna woman?
Feeling ill at her stomach, Anna took a seat on a nearby bench and stared at the sun as it began to dip low on the horizon. She already called Martin to tell him what the detective said about their daughter, and she texted Jenny, knowing she'd pass the information onto Ian. Please, baby, she thought to herself, a silent prayer to a God who she thought to be good and true. She just hoped he was listening now. Come home. Be safe. Be alive.
Quick to wipe away the forming tears (she would cry later, out of the public eye), she looked across the street only to catch a glimpse of an all too familiar face. The detective refused to show her a picture of Gilman for "privacy reasons," but that gave her all the more reason to search for him on Facebook. It hadn't been hard; he was friends with Dahlia, after all. The man across the street looked a little more ... untidy than the one in the profile picture, but it was one in the same. He was taking pictures - of what, she couldn't yet see - and the detective did tell her that he was a photographer.
After grabbing her purse and standing to her feet, she quickly walked the short distance to where he stood. "Excuse me?" she said, sounding more unsure than she would have liked. "You're Gilman, right?" Of course he was. He looked (and smelled) like he hadn't showered in a few days, and he looked skinnier than she thought him to be, but now she was sure it was him. There was no mistaking the dark eyes, the unkempt facial hair.
Detective Simpson warned her about approaching Gilman, as it could hurt the investigation, but she couldn't just sit around and do nothing. Besides, she wouldn't tip him off; she would just ask the questions that any normal mother would had her daughter gone missing. "I'm Anna Palmer. Dahlia's mom."