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Doctor Carlisle Cullen ([info]doccullen) wrote in [info]labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-04-09 16:17:00

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Entry tags:carlisle cullen, complete, day five, edward cullen, juniper golding

WHO: Carlisle, Edward and Juniper
WHEN: Day 5 around midnight
WHAT: Father-Son reunion
WHERE: B Dorm, just outside #218
RATING: PG/PG-13 at most
STATUS: Complete

Carlisle’s first day in this new land was spent trapped in a library, avoiding the sun. Now, while normally the learned man would have rejoiced at nothing to do with his time but read, he was not happy with the situation he found himself in. Because all he wanted to do, now that he’d learned that his lost son was in this place as well, was to find Edward.

Despite his panic and excitement, Carlisle was a smart man. He first went to the main offices of the dorms and requested Edward’s dorm and room number. When he didn’t find his son there, Carlisle made a quick run in the woods nearby, looking to see if Edward was out hunting. When that was fruitless as well, Carlisle had to do some thinking. He’d spent a great deal of his time in the library perusing the journal he’d been given, and Carlisle had a very good memory.

Edward had apparently found a friend in this place, a human girl that he cared a great deal for, given his protective comments toward her. Perhaps he was with this Juniper Golding. Carlisle didn’t bother attempting to get her room number from the goblins, as he’d had to provide proof of kinship to get Edward’s information, and even then, it had been a fight. So instead, he acted methodically, searching each floor of each dorm building for his son. Of course, he didn’t go knocking on doors, not wanting to bother anyone sleeping, but instead used a far more direct approach.

Walking down the second floor hallway of the B dorm, Carlisle did the same thing that he’d done a dozen times before. If this didn’t work, he didn’t know where he’d look next, but somehow, he couldn’t bring himself to use the journals.

Edward, where are you, son?


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[info]doccullen
2009-04-13 10:43 am UTC (link)
Carlisle moved to sit on Juniper's other side after Edward had her settled on the bed, checking her over, instantly in doctor-mode. Physically, at least, she was alright, though he was going to watch her breathing carefully, as it was far more shallow than he'd like. "She should be in hospital," he grumbled, shaking his head. And from the look around he'd had earlier, there clearly wasn't one.

When Edward couldn't get at her at all, Carlisle frowned. "What happened?" he asked, assuming his son had been watching at least, with his own ability.

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[info]edwcull
2009-04-13 10:52 am UTC (link)
Edward raised his hands, too worried to form words just yet as he was still trying to figure out what exactly he'd 'seen'. "It was like . . . like she hit a wall. Like if you can imagine one of us running at full speed into a wall that couldn't break . . . only she was doing it with her mind." There was more than a casual note of panic in his voice as he looked her over wondering what they could possibly do. They had no hospital facility here, at least not one that he had seen, and he wasn't even certain that if there had been it would have been able to help.

"Even if we had an MRI machine or a CAT scan how do we know the damage isn't more . . . psychic rather than physical? I don't know how to help her . . ." he looked up at Carlisle somewhat desperately. I've just found her, please . . . just let her be okay.

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