Bonnie James Byrne (_spitfyre) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-10-01 17:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-28, bonnie |
good evening, officer
Who: Antonin and Bonnie
When: Nighttime
Where: The South Hamilton Street Performance House
Today had been Bonnie's first day back to work since Dex left. After twenty-four hours the police had let them file a missing person's report, and... that had been it. None of them had heard anything yet, and didn't know when (or if) they would, and it was generally pretty damn miserable. Life had to go on, though. She couldn't walk around the house like a zombie forever. So she'd returned to work, because hey - the freak show must go on. Flames had to be danced with, knives had to be thrown, and that fiery redhead had to look hot stage left while other artists did their things. Balancing lawn mowers, swinging from hooks in their skin (Bonnie had never been brave enough for that one... ouch. Plus, she was not a fan of scarring her skin)... typical show, but people seemed to like it.
After taking her final bow, she headed backstage, and plopped down at one of the massive, brightly lit vanity tables to remove her make-up. It was a small theater, there were no dressing rooms. But it was a family environment. Nobody in this group could be shocked easily. Probably why she fit in so well. She stared at her reflection for the longest time, thinking about how Dex had helped her learn to throw daggers when she was a little girl. Dammit, she thought, sighing heavily as she forced herself to pull it together. At least take the damn make-up off.
Antonin wasn't really a fan of questioning people, he'd rather go out and bust someone or catch a crime in progress than hang around in a room and ask a bunch of pointless questions he wasn't even listening to the answers for. But he couldn't deny that he had a huge advantage that most other people didn't. Telepathy came in real handy for a cop, even if the evidence he gained that way wasn't quite able to hold up in court. Yet. Didn't bother him much because if he could get a person to think it he could usually get them to say it and it wasn't like he was looking out for someone guilty of murder tonight. Just the sister of a guy that the station wanted brought in for this or that crime. Antonin didn't know what it was, he hadn't been paying attention before he left. He just knew he was supposed to ask Bonnie Byrne about her brother, Dex. Of course he'd have been filed as a missing person, by them, just to make it a little more difficult. Ah well, Antonin could pretend to care.
Plus the show hadn't been all that bad. Antonin'd actually enjoyed sitting there and watching but when the part with Bonnie, he'd picked her name up from the other performers, was over he sighed and stretched out before ducking around backstage. Wasn't hard to get in thanks to his badge and before too long he came across a silent Bonnie who looked like maybe she was going to take her makeup off. "Excuse me, Ms. Byrne? My name's Antonin Dolohov, I work at the police office here in Scarlet Oak and was wondering if I could ask you a few questions." She was thinking about that Dex guy and knives; throwing knives? Weird family.
Bonnie started when she heard the unfamiliar voice, and she turned slightly to meet him. For once, she didn't feel the usual rise of fear upon being faced with a cop. For once, she knew she wasn't going to hear about Ryan or Liam being in some trouble. Nope, she knew who the trouble was. Her big brother, who was gone. His room still empty in hopes that he would come back. "Have you heard from my brother?" she asked, hopeful despite her efforts not to be. Dex leaving had to mean he was in trouble, but she couldn't help but want answers anyway. What was going on, where he was, would he ever come back. These were things she needed to know.
Oh. Normally hearing some hopeful tone meant that the person was genuine or pretending, duh, but there wasn't a way to tell. Antonin had a way and that way was telling him that Bonnie actually was worried. She didn't know where he was or even really why he was gone. Well damn, there goes what they wanted me to get. Bloody hell. First time he did this and he couldn't even get someone who was in on it. But he couldn't just turn and walk away because no other officer would do that, they'd actually ask the questions and he couldn't have her knowing he didn't need to. "Sorry ma'm, not a word from your brother. But we were wondering if maybe he's contacted any of you in any way. You may or may not know but he's wanted for questioning and having him just go missing... you can see why it's a little sketchy."
Bonnie's face fell slightly. So he was in trouble. She'd expected as much, but had been hoping - against her better judgment - that things would turn out okay. She sighed and pulled off her false eyelashes, because those were really bothering her, and shook her head. "It's very sketchy," she confirmed. "Sketchier still if you had the faintest idea of how close we all are. You know that aside from slumber parties in high school, I never spent this much time away from him?" Dex might as well have been one of her parents, and she hated to say a bad word about him. But he must have really done it this time, if it was enough to have him leave the family. She couldn't help but still be a little angry over it. Sad, heartbroken, confused, but yes - still angry. What trouble had he gotten himself into that they couldn't possibly face together? "I haven't heard from him, and if Ryan or Liam did, they'd tell me," she said. But Dex was smart. If he wanted to contact them somehow, he doubted very much that he'd do it himself, on the phone or otherwise. She wasn't sure how he would do it, but it wouldn't be something the cops could trace.
Why was it that people always felt the need to talk? Not that Antonin minded, he'd always been good at listening to things that people said and thought, but he didn't get it. Maybe he'd been spending too much time around the snakes when he thought that people were talking too much. But despite all that talking Bonnie didn't have anything that Antonin needed. Nothing that his superiors wanted. Seemed like he really had just gone and left after all. So Antonin pulled a sympathetic look onto his face. "I'm sorry to hear that you were close and he just left you like that, it's gotta be tough. If you hear from him it'd be best to contact us, let us know. The sooner we get to the bottom of everything the better it'll be for everyone." And you wouldn't tell us if he phoned home because you're a good little family like that. Damnit. Whatever happened to sibling rivalry and the uglier sides of the family?
Better for who? Bonnie thought. Yeah, that'd really happen. Bonnie had a hard time trying to think up any possible crime that Dex was capable of committing that she would take issue with. The only thing she could really take issue with was not being allowed to go on the run with him. She'd always wanted to see the world. Who care if it meant hiding to do it? New names could be bought. Hers was stupid anyway. She didn't acknowledge what the cop said. She didn't like the words. "Can you tell me what he supposedly did?" She doubted it. Odds were good she'd get little visits like this one a few times, in hopes of her slipping up and incriminating herself as an accessory.
Better for us, Antonin thought naturally in reply, though his thoughts were his own and he knew no one else in the area was reaching for them. Though the bit of knowledge about how Bonnie wouldn't be affected by what her brother did was, yet again, disheartening. Where were the families like his where the black sheep would've been turned over at the first opportunity? At Bonnie's actual question Antonin just gave a remarkably convincing apologetic smile and shrugged his shoulders. "Sorry miss, can't really do that. But like I said... you hear anything, you let us know." He inclined his head. "Thanks for your time, miss, unless you have any questions I can answer I should let you get back to your work."
Yup, waiting to see if I was in on it. Well guess what, this time I wasn't. And it blows. What happened to keeping it in the family? Bonnie kept that sad little smile on her face, honestly unconscious of it right now. She shrugged, half her heart in it, and then nodded in much the same way. "Tons of questions. None you can really answer. Thanks for stopping by, I guess."
If Antonin were someone else then maybe he'd have had the ability to feel bad for Bonnie when it came to the whole family. But he wasn't and so he didn't, just taking it as part of what happened in life with a slight shrug and a tip of his hat. Thoughts like that didn't effect him because this little redhead didn't matter to him or anyone outside of the superior who'd ordered him to come down here. "Have a good evening." Then he was turning to leave. Nothing left here to keep his interest. Maybe he could grab a cup of coffee to help him stay awake on his way back.