Dorian Judas Lockwood (tippingfate) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2009-11-27 09:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-06-23 |
Another one disappears
Who: Verity and Dorian
When: Afternoon
Where: Nevermore
After Verity had finished her morning classes, she ran home to change and get ready for work. She was eager to ask Dorian how Rhys was doing and really, it was becoming quite boring to sit at home by herself with nothing but homework to keep her occupied. She didn't mind working the extra hours at Nevermore, since it was a bigger paycheck, and she got to socialize a bit more with the steady influx of people coming into the shop.
When she got there, she dumped her stuff in the back and returned to the front to find Dorian. She hadn't heard many voices all day, and she was hoping that streak would continue until the end of her shift.
Things had quieted down substantially since the missing kids had been found, at least in Dorian's neck of the woods. He was eager to get back into a routine and lay low for a bit. While no one could prove he'd had a hand in the deal of the kidnapper, he preferred to disappear as far as the media went. The only thing he didn't think he could avoid was that damn party invite. He owed it to the Moriartys to make an appearance, since they'd been gracious enough to help him find Rhys. It just didn't sit well with him for some reason, though he couldn't say why.
"Hey, Ver," Dorian greeted as he saw Verity approach from the corner of his eye. He hadn't gotten the chance to talk to her lately. He'd been a bit preoccupied. "How's it going?"
"Hey." She walked over to him, studying him as she did so. He looked okay. In one piece and everything at least. But she knew not all scars were physical. "I've been meaning to ask you how Rhys is. Things have been sort of crazy so I didn't want to bug you about it before."
"He's doing okay. Lost a lot of blood and was shot, but the doctors say he'll be fine in time." Dorian was so relieved that Rhys would be okay, even if it would take some time to heal. It was so much better than him being dead, which might have been the end result if they'd been another day late. "I just can't understand why anyone would do that to a bunch of kids. There's gotta be something wrong in their head."
That's what she had read in the newspaper, but it was good to know from a more reliable source that Rhys was going to be okay. "I don't know... some people just don't think the way normal people should." Verity reached up to push her hair behind her ears. "Is there anything I can do to help out? Do you guys need food or anything? I figured your mom would have that covered, but she's probably been distracted by taking care of Rhys and everything... I mean, I'm not that great a cook," she hurried on, "but I could bring something over."
"I think they're okay..." Dorian said, his voice trailing off. He didn't live at home, with his parents and his brother, so he really wasn't sure if they needed anything in the way of food. Even if they were, it was unlikely they would have mentioned it to him. Dorian wasn't exactly well known for putting a casserole in the oven or anything. "If you're really just bored and want to cook, I'm sure they'd appreciate it. I'm gonna stop by there today after work and check up on them. I might need you to work some extra hours for a while, if you can, till Rhys can come in again. Think you could manage?"
She managed a small grin. "Have I ever shown otherwise?" Between school and work, she didn't have a lot of time to herself, but that seemed to be okay. She hadn't heard from Artus in... well, forever. Which sucked, but she couldn't push herself on someone who might not really be interested. "As long as I don't have class, I should be able to come in whenever you need me too. How's everything else been?"
"Thanks," Dorian smiled, shifting things on the counter and opening that morning's paper. "I'd appreciate it. Everything's been--" His words came to a halt as he glanced down at the paper, the headlines coming into focus shortly after the pictures. One of the girls he'd never seen before, but the other was Monica. And here he'd thought she'd stood him up on their date. "I know this girl," he said, pointing to the picture. "She was here last week." And now she was apparently missing. Shit. What was with him and knowing missing people?
Walking over to Dorian's side, Verity glanced down at the newspaper. It was about the missing women. Wincing, Verity shot him an apologetic look while trying to block out the stretch of random conversations currently going on in her ears. "I'm sorry. Did you know her very well?" It would be horrible if Dorian had just gotten his brother back and now had to deal with a friend going missing as well.
"Not very well," Dorian said. "But I was supposed to have a date with her the other night and she didn't show. I called and left a message, but just figured something had come up." From what he knew of Monica, she seemed a little scatter-brained, so Dorian hadn't been all that worried. But then he hadn't heard from her the next day and he'd started to wonder. He'd never thought something like this might happen. "Shit," he said with a heavy sigh. This wasn't the kind of thing he could just let go.