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Post by marcus owen foster on Mar 27, 2012 19:34:51 GMT -5
Marc was beyond worried now. Aubri hadn't been at work for five days now, and no one had seen her. It was like she disappeared or something. He walked to the address she had written down on a notepad for him. 'Just look for me there.' She had said with her smile. Marc stuffed the paper into his pocket, and started knocking on the door. He chewed on his lip ring, scared she wasn't there, and that they hadn't seen her either.
'What if she's dead?' He thought, and bit his lip harder.
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Post by alexander 'xan' manuel steele on Mar 28, 2012 10:46:46 GMT -5
Xander opened the door curiously at the knock, biting his lip as he recognized the vampire standing outside the door. His smile fell, vaguely listening to Sean bothering Trez inside.
"She's not here..come in." He set his guitar down, stepping aside to let Marc in the same moment Sean fell off the back of the couch.
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Post by marcus owen foster on Mar 28, 2012 11:15:22 GMT -5
"She's been gone for days and if she isn't here I don't know where she is. All I can think is that August got her.." He mumbled, stepping inside slowly. He watched the two on the couch, thinking they must be dating. He rubbed absently at an eye, a low rumble coming from his stomach. He still hadn't fed, even if his body had stopped aching. 'Tony would be happy..' He thought, glancing back at the guy.
"Do you know something I don't? I need to find her. She could be in trouble.." Not to mention pregnant, after what August had done to her. But she didn't think she was, so he took it fr what it was worth.
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Post by alexander 'xan' manuel steele on Mar 28, 2012 11:22:00 GMT -5
Xander chewed uneasily on his lip, ducking away as Sean tried ruffling his hair. "Go away Sean," He complained, glaring at the encantado. Trez had sat up, interested in the conversation. After a moment Sean seemed to realize who they were talking about, and sobered up in his actions rather quick.
"I dunno.." Xander mumbled. "I haven't heard anything from her, but I got this weird feeling..like I should be protecting her. And I don't like it."
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Post by marcus owen foster on Mar 28, 2012 11:27:49 GMT -5
"Everyone gets that feeling. She's tiny and usually high. All she does is get into trouble. She doesn't listen. She's addicted to the worst things possible." He rubbed his arms then crossed him over his chest. "And August raped her.. I'm worried."
He chewed on his lip ring, looking down at the floor.
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Post by alexander 'xan' manuel steele on Mar 28, 2012 11:33:58 GMT -5
Xander rubbed at his face. "I know, I know," He mumbled softly. "Ugh." He should have beenthere, should have been able to help her. That's the only reason he was even back here. For her.
Huffing, he sighed softly. He didn't know what to do, how to start.
Sean piped up. "What about Nashville? Maybe they know something." He stretched out on the couch some, glancing at Trez who was chewing on his lip ring thoughtfully.
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Post by marcus owen foster on Mar 28, 2012 11:40:25 GMT -5
"She hasn't been there since you have. And that was, what? Two weeks ago? Nash's dad said he hasn't seen her." He shrugged, rubbing his nose.
"I don't know. I think we should just call the cops. Maybe she got into trouble or something." He mumbled, looking over at Xander. "You're her angel, aren't you? You're /all/ she talks about." He said, rubbing his nose again.
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Post by alexander 'xan' manuel steele on Mar 28, 2012 12:40:25 GMT -5
Sean huffed. "Oh." He shrugged, eyebrows furrowing thoughtfully.
Xander smiled hesitantly. "Yeah I am, dunno what I'm worth to talk about, though. He rubbed at his arm, still not used to his healthy seeming body. Not having pointless bruises from the cancer. He wondered if it was just because he was technically dead, wondered if his organs still showed all the cancer damage even though it shouldn't be able to hurt him now. Shouldn't. And he found him wondering if there were flaws inthe system, if angels could get sick with terminal illness, because he didn't want to go through it again.
"We may as well call, I dunno what else to do."
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Post by marcus owen foster on Mar 28, 2012 12:54:03 GMT -5
"Apparently you're the cutest thing since Jon Bon Jovi." He said, pulling his phone out of his pocket. "And Bee loves her Jon Bon Jovi."
He walked back out the door, calling the police station. They said they didn't have her and he walked back in. "They don't ha-" He started and his phone rang. He raised an eyebrow, confused at all the zeros.
"Hello?" He answered, walking towards the door again. "No, she's-.. Okay?" He looked quizically at Xander. "Okay.." He hung up the phone, putting it back in his pocket.
"The military has her. They said they're coming to get us to see her."
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Post by alexander 'xan' manuel steele on Mar 28, 2012 14:00:15 GMT -5
Xander laughed. "Well that's a first." He watched him dial and call the station, then get another call.
"Alex."
"Hm?" Looking over at Sean leaning over Trez, he rose an eyebrow.
Sean frowned, waving his hand in front of Trez's eyes. "Absence again."
"It should clear in a minute," Xander mumbled. "Meds are in the kitchen."
Sean went to grab them and sit by a faintly twitching Trez as Marc returned. Xander bit his lip. "Wonder what they wanted with her..." He had an idea, though. She was Marilyn Monroe.
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