|Jameson William Kemp (flare_star) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2013-12-04 04:06:00
|Entry tags:||charlotte kemp, jameson kemp, lena rainmayr, madeline kemp, saint anthony, theseus stavros, thomas kemp|
Who: Jamie Kemp, Anthony, then Thomas, Lena, Maddy, Charlotte, Theseus, and possibly Emma, Victor, and Kat
What: Jamie's been found!
When: Early Wednesday morning
Where: Somewhere in Queens, then the hospital
Warnings: Discussion of torture, TBD
The sun was barely up when the door of Jamie's prison was thrown open, and Dantalion walked in, a mask over her face. "Up and at 'em, motherfucker," she yelled, grabbing Jamie and hauling him to his feet. "Today's your lucky day." She tied a scarf over Jamie's eyes, shoving him out the door and into a van. Jamie was so weak from hunger, exhaustion, and thirst, he didn't even protest. He laid there in the back of the van, hoping against hope that it was all about to be over.
Dantalion stopped driving after about 20 minutes, then she got out and hauled Jamie out of the back of the van. She pulled off the blindfold and shoved him into an alley, jumping back into the van and driving away. Jamie stayed where she'd left him, huddled on the floor of the alley and using all of his energy to stay upright and not start bawling. Or screaming.
Anthony had the paintbrush that Victor had given him tucked into his pocket, and he was using it more or less like a compass to pinpoint Jamie's location. Which was good, because he wasn't all that familiar with Queens. It took about 30 minutes to find the right alley, but he finally found Jamie huddled on the ground, and he crouched down next to him. "Jamie Kemp?" he asked softly.
Jamie barely raised his head. "I don't have any money, so whatever you're going to do, just do it," he whispered.
Anthony's heart broke for him a little. "All I want to do is help you," he said. "Your father sent me to find you. That's my gig, I find lost things."
Jamie finally looked at him properly. "How do I know he really sent you?" he asked warily.
"He said to tell you that Captain Giraffe wants you back safe," Anthony told him, watching his reaction.
A cautious kind of hope spread over Jamie's face. "That's what I call Dad," he said at last. "You said you find lost things?"
"Part of the Saint deal," Anthony told him, smiling slightly. "My car's not far from here, how about I take you to the hospital. Get you checked out."
"Yeah," Jamie said. "Yeah, OK. You might have to help me up, though. I don't know if I can walk on my own."
"Not a problem at all," Anthony assured him. He gently hauled Jamie up, supporting him all the way back to his car. Then he drove them to the hospital, explaining the situation, as best he understood it, to the intake staff. They whisked Jamie into the back, hooking him up to an IV of fluids and checking him for injuries. Sometime after his head had been checked out, Jamie finally, mercifully, passed out.