Deacon Cartwright | Abraham Van Helsing (arbitraryman) wrote in ourtrueselves, @ 2010-01-06 18:41:00 |
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Who: Deacon Cartwright
What: Picking up Lilia Trask and taking her home
When: Wednesday Jan 6 - about an hour and a half after this
Where: Petra's penthouse and New Orleans
Warnings: Mild swearing
Van Helsing wasn't saying a word, but from the minute he had listened to Lane's message, Deacon could feel an ominous sense plauging him courtesy of Doc's unspoken concerns. Although he didn't exactly have time to read into it at the moment, he had picked up on the strange tone in Lane's voice, and it unsettled him a little. He didn't dwell on it, though, throwing on some clothes and heading straight for the nearest MTN, Petra's address scribbled on a crumpled up piece of paper that had been crammed into his pocket.
Once arriving in LA, he managed to find Petra's building pretty quickly, taking the elevator right on up, ignoring feeble protestations from the doorman. Figuring that Lane had left the door open, he didn't even pause to try the handle, slamming the door open and barging on inside. One quick glance around assured him that, other than the kid, the place was deserted. This same glance was also all it took for him to notice the blood stains on the carpet in the living room.
He frowned, deeply, at the sight of it and muttered, "Shit," under his breath, knowing fully well that it was Lane's. But he couldn't concern himself with it now, he had a mission, a fact that he was reminded of by the sound of a child's tentative voice coming from one of the bedrooms. Forcing himself to tear his eyes away from the stain, he turned on his heel and headed in the direction that the sound had come from.
"Hey there," he said, smiling softly, keeping his tone gentle and unthreatening, as he approached Lilia, kneeling down on the floor next to the bed so that they were at eye level with one another. "I'm here to take you home, alright, honey?" When she didn't say anything or fight him, he stood up again and carefully scooped her up into his arms, heading out of the penthouse.
Before leaving San Francisco, he had had the presence of mind to contact the Agency and get the Trasks' address, which was where he was headed to next. He had never been in New Orleans before and, as he threaded through the streets after arriving, once again, by MTN, he started to think he might have to come back to do a little sightseeing one day. Lilia had been silent the entire trip, which assured him that the kid at least wasn't scared to death of him.
Upon reaching the front door of his destination, he shifted her a little in his arms so that he could knock. "Special delivery," he said by way of greeting once the door was opened, managing a slight smile as he handed Lilia over to her parents. He hadn't done this for the glory, but the relieved, joyous expressions he was met with sure made him feel pretty damn good.