Amelia Reed (__kaboom) wrote in notionsic, @ 2011-07-08 03:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | amelia reed, complete, john martin, july 2011 |
Who: Amelia and John
What: Burning down the house
When: July 5, Tuesday (back-dated)
Where: The brownstone of doom
Rating: TBD
After the little texting back and forth between father and daughter, Amelia fell back to sleep without any problems whatsoever. She was lying in bed when she was texting after all. Sitting up to do it was useless as well as meaningless. Plus, the bed was really freaking comfortable and why the hell did she have to wake up now?
But, what felt like no more than a few minutes after she was able to fall back to sleep, the house A.I. was waking her up, repeatedly asking if she wanted to listen to a message. Amelia shot up from bed, a dazed look upon her face while blinking her bedridden hair out of the way, before finally looking up toward the ceiling in her way of speaking to the house. “Yeah, yeah, play it. Whatever.” She waved her hand as she threw herself back against the mattress, about to roll on her side when she heard a voice that sounded like it could be in a cartoon. His name was Lou, that’s all she got so far, but then hearing that Frank was going to be in big trouble for not showing up at work had her arching one tattoo brow and sitting up slower this time. “What?” she asked no one, but the A.I. thought she wanted the message to be played again. First instinct was to wave at nothing in particular before realizing that wasn’t going to stop the computer, so she told it to shush and go back to doing whatever A.I. systems do.
The first thing she thought of doing was phoning Frank. But to do that, she needed to find her phone. Calling out for it wasn’t working, though she continued to do so. Lifting up the covers on one side of the bed to check, only to be surprised by Gizzy roaming out and greeting her with a little spin before going off doing what he does best. So she checked the other side of the bed on the floor – nothing. The covers were next. And there it was, at the end of the bed underneath the covers. “You sneaky little devil you,” she said to the phone, pressing the special number she had programed with Frank’s number. “Let’s see what Mr. B is up to.” No such luck. It went right to voicemail. No ringing. Huh.
Amelia stared at her phone as if Frank will magically call her right then and there. But nothing happened as the minutes went by. Then the thought of John popped in her head, making her think that maybe Frank turned his phone off so he could spend alone time with John. “Blagh.” Was all she could make toward that image with her tongue sticking out. It didn’t stop her from calling John, though. Surprisingly, his phone was on and ringing. This little excitement had her back straightening and her body bouncing a little on the mattress.
And when the receiver was picked up, Amelia went into super overdrive excitement. “Flap—John! Hey, hey, John! Is my dad with you? Cause his boss man called looking for him. Are the two of you playing hooky?” She giggled.