|Kitty Pryde (shadowenpointe) wrote in no_good_deed,|
@ 2011-04-26 13:07:00
|Entry tags:||angel, husk, incomplete, open, shadowcat|
Who: Kitty OT Warren (open)
What: A meeting...of sorts
When: Tuesday afternoon
Where: Open Sitting room, First Floor
Rating: Pretty sure it'll stay G
The first thing Kitty saw when she opened her eyes that morning was her phone vibrating on the nightstand beside her bed. It wasn't even five-thirty and Warren was awake, sending her a text. "Be at this address by 1. Dress for an interview." Well that snapped her awake. She quickly sat up and texted him back, demanding a few more answers, but all he would give her was a smiley face in return. She loved Warren like the older brother she'd never had and always wanted, but sometimes he could be downright infuriating. What kind of message was that? And why send it so early? Now she'd be thinking about it through her morning classes and lunch.
Speaking of lunch, that was consumed quickly so she could run back upstairs, take a speedy shower and get dressed before she had to run out the door.
The address was not one she was familiar with, so it was punched into her GPS before she even left the mansion grounds. It turned out that her destination was on a street that ran parallel to Main Street downtown. There was no sign of Warren's car and it was just now turning one. He was late. Still, she parked across the street and got out to see exactly where they were meeting. She looked at her phone, looked at the numbers on the buildings, counted, and paused. The address he gave her was an empty old store. Actually, it was the same store that had been the place X-23 found and destroyed. Frowning her confusion, Kitty dialed Warren's number and waited.
That was when a man in a suit and carrying a briefcase approached her, asking if she was "Ms. Pryde." She disconnected quickly and accepted his hand in greeting, puzzled, but nodding affirmation. An hour later she was driving back to the mansion on a mission to find Warren.
When she found him in the sitting room reading, she stood in the doorway for a moment, unable to say anything at all.