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Post by Adrienne Ayers on Aug 2, 2009 0:49:43 GMT -5
Date: March 6
Time: 23:33
Having accompanied Samir in depositing Owen back in his bedroom, Adrienne was now making her way to speak with the capo. She walked with purpose, the footfall of her boots echoing through the long corridor on her way to his room. He would no doubt be hiding out there; he didn’t come out if he could help it. The woman glanced down at the watch around her wrist, noting that Cerise wouldn’t be in there at this time of night, and there was a good chance that he was still awake. She felt almost ecstatic that out of all of the people sent to look for him, she was at least one of the people responsible for bringing Owen home, and was looking forward to giving the capo the good news.
Then she ended up getting angry at herself that for believing that she needed Amel’s approval for anything that she did. Plus she had been planning on shooting the hillside of Winchester at sunset this evening since it was the first clear night in a while, and it wasn’t like it was easy to reschedule a photo shoot with mother nature.
Slamming on the door with her fist several times, she called out, “He’s in his room. You’re welcome, boss.”
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Post by Amel Allen on Aug 2, 2009 0:50:57 GMT -5
Amel was in fact not awake when his ex-rival decided to rouse him. But after almost 48 hours of wakefulness, he needed to sleep eventually. He’d spent the last four hours in an empty, uneventful slumber, his dinner laid out on his bedside table where Cerise had left it for him. Hearing the loud knocking, he instantly sat up and tried to get his bearings. After so many years of practice, he’d gotten quick good at being able to wake up in a hurry, even as sleep deprived as he was. He winced as he stood up, his fractured rib still causing him a considerable about of pain after Finn had felt the need to punch him for his remark that made him leave and started this whole mess.
Stumbling across the room, his wrinkled clothes hanging loose on his body, he opened the door and quirked an eyebrow at the Belgian girl as he placed his glasses on his face. “That’s good news. Did he give any resistance?” He was glad to hear that she had been successful in finding the wayward soldier. The capo still wasn’t sure what to do with him now that he was back, but he knew that he couldn’t leave their little spat alone. He knew he had been out of line in what he had said, even if Owen had been the one to start the whole argument. But he wouldn’t let anyone badmouth Cerise, even if he couldn’t give a valid explanation behind her purpose.
Still. In hindsight he’d been out of line, not that he was going to be quick to admit it to the moody man.
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Post by Adrienne Ayers on Aug 2, 2009 0:51:40 GMT -5
“None at all. Samir and that silver tongue of his helped a lot,” she answered, holding back a frown as she surveyed the young capo. He’d obviously been asleep, but it didn’t look like it had been for very long. If he wasn’t careful he was going to end up killing himself before the Liberatores had a chance.
“He’s injured, lost a lot of blood. But he’s alive, just like you requested. Said he had some medical problems though, and that he was worried that you’d kill him for being useless, but he didn’t exaggerate. What the fuck did you do to him that made him leave anyways?” He hadn’t said a word as to just what had caused the fight, but between her orders and the choice words that Owen had for him, she could tell that it was a personal matter. She didn’t have time to worry about petty matters between these two men, so she didn’t care what answer he gave, but it was always fun to see Amel’s face turn that ridiculous shade of red in embarrassment whenever anyone pointed out his flaws.
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Post by Amel Allen on Aug 2, 2009 0:53:18 GMT -5
“None of your fucking business,” he answered, his face indeed flushing red at the reminder of his mistake. Amel’s eyes narrowed at the knowledge that Owen had been injured while he was out. What had he done while he was gone? The blonde couldn’t help but feel guilty at this knowledge, but tried to ignore it for the time being. It seemed like he had other things to worry about now. Owen had issues with everyone, and this hadn’t been their first blow out. He was becoming more self destructive, obviously focusing on the past and worrying about some sort of medical condition. It could have been any number of things, he’d certainly displayed symptoms of a multitude of medical problems in all the years that Amel had known him.
One thing was clear to the young man, though. This whole thing with leaving and sulking, not wanting to return to the house and allowing himself to be hurt was an obvious cry for help. Thoughts of his suicide attempt a year earlier suddenly came to mind. Owen had been the one who kept him from killing himself back then. He might have been wrong in coming to this conclusion, but he wasn’t willing to take chances on the older man; he needed to make sure that Owen was okay.
“Grazie,” he said quietly, walking past her and closing the door behind him as he made his way down the hall, knowing that the girl was too prideful to ask for anything further. He had a new issue now, and walking the halls would help him wake up as well as think up the best possible solution. The best thing to do would be to place someone at his side and make sure that he didn’t hurt himself. The idea made him sick to his stomach, as he needed people now more than ever if Owen was going to be out of commission. He could put Panas on it, but the poor child couldn’t handle a task like this. Samir would laugh in his face. Adrienne would kill the American before he had a chance to do it himself.
Sighing and running a hand across his face, Amel quickly settled on who he figured would be the best person for the job at the moment. Even if Shen didn’t like the idea, he just needed someone to take it temporarily until he could determine if further action needed to be taken. Straightening his hair and his clothing, he cleared his throat and on arrival at Shen’s door, knocked quickly three times.
“Shen. Might I have a word?” he said in his most commanding voice, trying to not sound as though he’d just woken up.
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Post by Shen Au-Yong on Aug 3, 2009 0:02:32 GMT -5
Shen had been sleeping peacefully when the rapping on his door began. Unlike his most of his 'family members', the young Chinese man always made sure to get a good night's sleep; although he didn't really have a heavy work load compared to the others.
Groggily, he hoisted himself up and rubbed at his eyes, covering his mouth with the other hand while he yawned. He glanced briefly at the clock on the wall opposite his bed. 11:30? What could anybody possibly need from him at this hour?
Sighing, he swung his feet over the side of the bed and headed for the door. Once there, he opened it, squinting while his eyes adjusted to the light.
Surpringly, Amel was standing at his door. How embarassing! He didn't even get to change into something more presentable! "G-good evening....," he said softly, his cheeks flushing at the realization. He nervously smoothed down his hair with his hand, sure that it was sticking up everywhere. Well, he was sure Amel hadn't expected him to be groomed at this hour, "What can I help you with?" |
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Post by Amel Allen on Aug 3, 2009 0:10:41 GMT -5
“Good evening, Shen, I’m sorry for waking you,” he said, a look of genuine apology on his face as he held up a dismissive hand. Amel really did feel bad for rousing him, but this needed to be taken care of now before it became a problem. If Adrienne’s report was to be taken as gospel, it sounded to him like Owen had probably been knocked out in order to get him back here. She’d said he was in his room, and there was no way that the American would have come back on his own accord.
He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m afraid I have a rather tedious, but important assignment for you. Owen was recently recovered and brought back after he left the house, and he’s not doing well. I just need you to spend a day with him and report back to me on his mental and physical condition. He should be sleeping now, but I will need you to go to his room first thing in the morning, say, 06:00. Any questions?”
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Post by Shen Au-Yong on Aug 3, 2009 0:25:32 GMT -5
"It's fine," he said simply, now wondering why he was woken up at this hour. It must have been something serious, but he couldn't imagine why he would be involved.
Shen nodded slowly as he was given instructions to 'spend the day' with someone named Owen. He had seen him around, but hadn't really spoken with him- he was sure he was quite a few years older than him. Why were they asking him to babysit Owen? It wasn't something he particularly wanted to do, but orders were orders.
"No questions sir," actually, he did have a few, but he knew he shouldn't be poking his nose into other people's business. Amel only told him what he needed to know, Shen obviously wasn't supposed to know the details about what had happened to Owen and why he needed someone to look after him. "Is that all?" |
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Post by Amel Allen on Aug 3, 2009 0:35:10 GMT -5
Amel nodded, happy that Shen wasn’t asking questions. Not that he would even be able to explain if he wanted to; the situation was delicate. But despite the trouble that Owen had been, he couldn’t simply have him snuffed out. The American might be moody and temperamental, but who wasn’t around here? He was still one of the best assassins that the Innocenzos had, and Amel was not willing to give up on him.
“Thank you for your discretion,” Amel said, giving Shen a polite nod of his head. “I suppose that is all, yes. But please, Shen, just know that there is a reason behind this order. I’m not asking you to babysit a grown man. Take extra care to analyze his mental state, I need to know if he is fit for duty. And be careful. He tends to run away easily, you’ll have to be on guard.”
He handed the Chinese boy a key on a small ring. “This is the key to his room, the second one down from the staircase, on the left hand side of the west hallway. He’s locked in at the moment, and his windows are barred. Thank you, and again, sorry to have woken you.” With that he turned and began walking back to his room. I'm not giving up so easily on you Owen.
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