Adam Conant makes his own fate. (darkenedfate) wrote in thegateway, @ 2012-03-26 18:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | adam conant : darkenedfate, diana meade : purewitch |
Who: Adam and Diana.
What: Connecting with a friendly face.
When: Monday evening.
Where: Diana's room.
Status: In progress.
Adam didn't know what was going on. Something that seemed to be the case more and more often as of late, and he was growing more and more frustrated with not knowing. This, however, was more than the usual brand of strangeness that he had begrudgingly been getting used to over the past months. The school fundraiser had been winding down and it was painfully apparent that Cassie was no longer at the school so he decided to leave before someone tried to rope him in to helping cleaning up. One minute he had been walking out of the school and the next he was walking in to the entryway of an antiquated mansion. It was almost as surreal as being possessed, but thankfully less painful.
The journal thing was kind of strange, but it reminded him of texting. Maybe a steampunk version of texting, if there was such a thing. He figured he would have plenty of time to try and figure it out if he was really stuck in the place for an indeterminate amount of time. It had been reassuring though to see that most of the Circle seemed to be in the same place. Even Jake. The more of them, the stronger their powers. Cassie was the only one Adam hadn't heard from and that worried him, but he was trying to take one thing at a time.
Once Diana told him where she was Adam closed the journal and put it in his back pocket as he headed off to find her. If he could navigate the woods around Chance Harbor, he could handle a couple-story mansion. He would truly feel better once he saw her and could confirm himself that she was okay. No matter what there was between him and Cassie, Diana was his best friend, his confidant, his home. Maybe that home wasn't in the greatest shape with all that had been going on, but he still knew it was there. It had to be. He was running out of things to believe in and if he didn't have that...
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he slowed his pace as he neared the appropriate room, knocking twice and waiting for her to open the door. It felt weird, considering how used to letting himself in her house and heading upstairs to her room he was, but he remembered reading something about roommates in this place and figured it was safer just to knock rather than barging in.