Tate Sewell (tatesewell) wrote in vrrpg, @ 2017-03-13 17:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: quintella cadwallader, char: tate sewell, location: victory road, time: 2009 03 |
RP: Light Stalking
Who: Tate & Nancy (npc - Quin's Nanny)
What: A little stalking for good reasons
When: March 13th
Where: Victory Road
Warnings: Tate technically stalks the family for good reasons.
Ever since Valentine’s Day, Tate could only seem to focus on one thing. He might, potentially, have another sibling that he had never laid eyes on. A little boy, from the sounds of it. He wanted to see this child, he wanted to be able to see his sister too if he were honest. Every time he had gone out drinking, it was all he could talk about. He’d talk to anyone who would listen, about how he had siblings. Two, that he hadn’t seen in ages. He was going to see them soon. Though he just had to figure out how to do that.
It had struck one night, after sharing a blunt with a muggle that he’d worked with back in France at one of the high-end restaurants. They had been catching up and talking about Tate potentially getting an audition where the guy was working now. He’d hang around near Quin’s house until she left with the kids, she had to leave sometime. He’d follow, just long enough to get a glimpse of the kids. She wouldn’t be expecting it. A small, very small, voice at the back of his brain said that he could potentially just walk up to Quin and ask to see them. She had sent him cupcakes on Valentine’s Day. He couldn’t though, he wasn’t sure he could handle it if she pepper sprayed him or something. At least she couldn’t hex him.
That was how he was spending his Monday. He’d taken up a spot on a corner near the house. He had a newspaper in hand, just a boring muggle one, and a cup of coffee in his other hand to keep him warm. He was just wondering how long he’d have to wait for her to leave, when he caught sight of her, the children, and another woman leaving the house together. He folded his newspaper then, waited until they were on their way, before he followed slowly after. He kept a few feet back, far enough away that he wouldn’t draw anyone’s attention that he might be following them.