Nathaniel Fitzwilliam Archibald (_narchibald) wrote in omega_reality, @ 2011-02-15 18:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2011 02, dead: leon vance, dead: nate archibald |
RP: Nate & Leon
Who: Nate Archibald & Leon Vance
Where: HQ
When: Tuesday, 15th February
Summary: Nate wakes up a long way from the Upper East Side.
The last thing Nate remembered was stepping out into the lobby of the Empire, late for a brunch date with Humphreys. He hadn't seen his friend in a couple of days and they had a lot to talk about, especially with Serena's ex-teacher being back on the scene. Nate wasn't sure how Dan felt about it, especially living with the man that had been falsely imprisoned for inappropriate relations with Serena but he knew they would catch up over brunch. However, that didn't seem to be the plan because everything had rapidly gone black.
And now he'd woken up in a room that was most definitely not any of those in the suite he shared with Chuck. In fact, it wasn't a room he had ever seen before and it wasn't exactly welcoming.
Don't panic... he told himself, looking around groggily. It was probably a practical joke of some kind or Blair and Chuck wanted him out of the way for a scheme they knew he wouldn't like. Their plotting activity went in peaks and troughs and that was only the shit Nate actually knew about. Recently, Blair seemed to be pimping him out to her colleagues at the magazine to get ahead and as much as Nate liked being pointed in the direction of beautiful women, it was exhausting trying to figure out what they wanted.
Wondering about the other, scarier reasons, Nate shook his head. There was no reason for him to have been kidnapped. Unless his dad had gone and done something really stupid... Jesus Christ, this was the reason he had his grandfather on speed dial even if he was a prick.
"Hello?" he called, getting up and walking towards the door. He closer his hand around the knob and pushed, not surprised to find it locked. "Hey- Can anybody hear me? What's going on?" he asked, hitting the door twice with the heel of his hand.