|Hera (oxeyed) wrote in paxletalelogs,|
@ 2011-08-10 22:10:00
|Entry tags:||eris, hera|
Saint Anthony, who received from God the special power to restore lost things...
Who: Tanya and Charlie
What: LOST: One photo of Tanya's father. Reward if you pretend you haven't seen it.
When: Nautical Dawn. Oh yeah. We went there.
Notes: Lotto post!
It had been a long night at work. Lots of customers, many of them rude, and very poor tips. Definitely not one of her best nights. She had been looking forward to coming home and forgetting about all the bad stuff at work and recharging for another day. Too bad the day wasn't done with her yet.
After sitting down to organize her wallet and purse (she finds this to be relaxing, you see.) Tanya discovered something horrible. The picture that she carried in her wallet was missing. Her heart began to pound and her stomach dropped to the floor. All thoughts of organization were thrown out the window. Similarly, all the items in her purse and wallet were thrown haphazardly on the floor. Still no picture. She raked a hand through her hair and scanned the floor for anything that resembled an old Polaroid. No luck. Time to turn her attention to the apartment.
For hours she searched high and low. This photo was a well loved object, and one that she looked at often. It was her grown up security blanket and if she couldn't find it, she'd probably crumble. Now that hours had passed and the apartment was in shambles, it was time to venture out to see if it was anywhere within the building. Thankfully, at this hour very few people would be awake to see her making a spectacle of herself. Her appearance was a nightmare and her poise was all but gone. All the walls were down in her panic, and she would not be able to keep her head about her were she to be confronted.
Floor by floor she searched, her panic growing with every level she descended. Finally, she reached the lobby. There was nowhere else to go. It had to be here. Her panic did not allow her to be very polite, and her searching wasn't exactly quiet. She was too worried about finding her photo to consider being polite. This was an urgent situation that needed to be rectified immediately.