war_maker (war_maker) wrote in themoderngods, @ 2012-03-05 07:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, ♥ brenna ward : dropped, ♥ ian ward : dropped, ♥ wesley cummings : dropped, ♦ badb, ♦ hermes |
Who: Ian and Wes/Hermes, later by Brenna/Badb
Where: Ward Penthouse
When: Sunday early morning, right after the start of the riots
When he first got home, it didn’t worry him that Brenna wasn’t there. Just because she was on the drugs didn’t mean she was a prisoner in the house. She was supposed to stay home, but just because he had told her didn’t mean she would listen. The woman he had married would never listen. That afternoon he had decided that he didn’t want her on those drugs anymore. Sure, she wasn’t having any breakdowns, but she also wasn’t the woman he had married. And, strange as it might sound, he had grown rather fond and cared about the woman he had married.
It wasn’t until he walked into the kitchen that he noticed the mess. The knife, and the blood, and he blinked at the amount of it. It wasn’t so much the blood that disturbed him, it was the fact someone, more than likely a doped out Brenna, had cut herself and wouldn’t know or be aware enough to stem the blood. Shouting out her name, Ian ran toward the lower bathroom first, before he moved to the bathroom near the bedrooms, as well as the master bathroom. Every single room was search before he just shouted out her name again.
Then, he took a deep breath, and forced himself to relax for a moment, and he started to move toward the phone. First he was going to call building security, she couldn’t have gotten far and have them start a search. Then, he was going to call the police, and then his own security. One of them would find her, they had to. He was just reaching for the landline when he heard the voice.