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Post by Rosie on Apr 5, 2013 0:25:14 GMT 1
By David (same writer as Rosie)
I found myself implanted chest first onto a nice hard sidewalk. Now I remembered why the organization decided to stop using that damn clock. I stood up rapidly and brushed the dirt off of my tweed suit. I sighed. Okay David you can do this. I told myself. If you were a lost pre-teeanger where would you go? I would go to the police that's where! I reasoned but...would a child reason that way too? Hmm. Gretchen, even though I never actually met her, appeared to be the kind of parent who would teach her children to look to people of authority in times of trouble. I brushed my fingers through my now messed up mop of hair. Lord God, had Arthur finished talking to Lestat yet? Then I felt my racing mind freeze for a moment. What if Lestat's emotions had gotten carried away with him like always and he accidentally killed or wounded Arthur before he could explain about the twins. I shook my head firmly. Stop jumping to conclusions, you're worrying yourself needlessly. Once Lestat arrives the two of you can split up and search for the kids. Yes, that was best. Since the French Quarter is where I landed and since no one else would touch the clock this must be where the children are too. My heart leaped in my throat thinking about them. Lost, alone, and weary. Hold on just for a little bit, dear ones. Don't give up hope yet. "You had better hurry up Lestat. You too Arthur." I muttered under my breath as I made my way toward the police station. Then I stopped. How stupid could I get? I didn't even know what my own children looked like! Arthur only had baby pictures of them. More thoughts began to hit me. What if the children didn't even want us? How would Lestat and I hide our vampiric nature from them...or would we? Then I felt a familiar vibe teasing my brain. Telepathy. Strong vibes of it too. The source was coming from somewhere down the street I was on and about two or three blocks west of that. Whoever this telepath was they had probably just gotten their gift and didn't know how to control it yet at all. I turned to help this poor soul then all of a sudden I couldn't feel the sensations anymore. I blinked. Had I imagined it? I shook my head and pressed onward to help my fellow mind reader. I knew my children needed me to find them but I couldn't let a mind reader go around uncontrolled. As former superior general of the Talamasca I felt it was my duty to help this individual.
*Thread continued in Cafe du Monde*
By Rosie
I squeezed inside the warm and crowded cafe, trying to hold onto Gabriel's hand at the same time. The place was crammed to the walls with adults and teenagers alike. Good Lord! Was this cafe always this packed? I tightened my grip on Gabriel and heard him cry out. My grip probably hurt him. I accidentally ran into a chubby man with a breifcase. "Ah! I'm sorry!" I told him quickly and heard him grumble a reply before Gabriel and I slowly and painfully made our way to the back of the cafe. We sat at the table at the very far end, the only one available. I pushed a strand of my long blond hair out of my face and placed my denim jacket covered elbow on the sticky table top. "Now what do we do?" I looked to my brother.
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Post by gabriel on Apr 5, 2013 1:20:55 GMT 1
Rosie pulled me into a crowded and warm cafe. We squeezed through the crowd as Rosie tightened her grip on me. I cried out at her to loosen it. It hurt! She then ran into a man who muttered a gruff "watch where you're going next time". I sighed in relief. I'm glad he didn't get too upset at her. We finally made our way to the farthest table in the place and I sat down across from her on the side closest to the front door. I watched Rosie rest her elbows on the sticky table top and brush a strand of hair away from her face. How on earth could she put her elbow on that thing? I put my hands together and placed them underneath the table, I guess I wasn't one for hygiene tonight either. She looked at me. "What do we do now?" she asked or something like that. "We should wait until a waitress comes to our table and then politely ask her how to get to the police station from here." I whispered. I stared around the counters before and around us, wishing silently that we had some money for food and a drink.
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Post by Rosie on Apr 5, 2013 20:47:11 GMT 1
I nodded. I leaned my head back against the leathery back of the booth seat, letting my eyes scan the people around me. I wondered what they all were thinking... I shifted around in the seat and lifted my head up staring intently at the college aged people in front of us. "Roise, what are you doing?" I heard Gabriel whimper behind me but I ignored him. Damn, Dr. Smith's test kicked my butt today. I think I need to drop...The girl right in my line of vision said that...or at least I think so although, I didn't see her mouth move. Ugh it's so crowded tonight. I can't wait until I get that call from Wal-mart so I can get outta here. That was from one of the waitresses I thought. But she didn't move her mouth either. What's going on!? Oh God, Sally please don't divorce me! I can change, I'll show you I can! Where did that one come from? Soon all of the voices-no. Thoughts. Blended together. Ouch! My head, it was aching. Stop it! Why did all of these people have to think so hard and so loud! I threw my head back against the booth violently. I clasped my hands to my ears and scrunched up my eyes and forehead. I could feel my teeth grind together and my lips let out little spastic groans. Gabriel jumped up from the seat across from me and sat loyal at my side, his arms wrapped tightly around me. "Roise, Rosie what's wrong? Rosie can you hear me? Rosaleen!" I could hear him all right I tried to respond but the pain...the pain was too much. I'm sorry Gabriel I can't stop it. Lord, did any of these people notice me acting like a madman? Of course not they were too wrapped up in their own damn agonizing thoughts! Tears began to spring into my eyes. I let them flow freely down my always flushed cheeks which were probably turning a stinging red. I want these dumb people to stop thinking, I wanted to go back home to Savannah, I wanted food...I wanted my mother back!
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Post by gabriel on Apr 5, 2013 23:02:53 GMT 1
I held Rosie tighter and I felt the roughness of her denim jacket brush against my plain midnight blue t-shirt. I looked around with wide eyes. I had to get her some help somehow. I shot my hand up in the air like I had seen other people in the cafe do when they wanted a waitress. My stomach churned inside. I didn't like talking to people...that was Rosie's thing. After about ten whole minutes my arm started to ache, I considered just putting it down by I glanced at my sister. Still in pain. No, she needed help. I had to get over my shyness for her sake. Suddenly, just as I had made my reserve a young waitress came rushing toward us. Oh thank God! She glanced at my sister for a second. "It looks like she has a migraine, and a huge one from the looks of it." Her thick southern accent was comforting even when full of worry. She rushed off and quickly as possible returned with an advil and a tall glass of water. She presented the pill and glass to Rosie. "Here you go sweetie." Rosie took the pill and drowned it with the water greedily. "Thank you so much." she managed to gasp. The waitress grinned from ear to ear. "No problem. I get them all the time," then her grin faded and she looked stern. "I'll get you two something to eat and drink on the house but I suggest you march yourselves back home ASAP. You're folks are probably worried about you now." She turned to fulfill her kind offer but sharply turned on her heels. "Trust me I've been in your shoes, it's really not all it's cracked up to be." With that she left for the kitchen, humming merrily as she went. I blinked. Did she think we were runaways? I sighed and felt my heart pound. Gosh talking to that woman was scary but I was amazed by her kindness as for thinking we were runaways well...I guess that was sort of true. I mean we weren't acting like we were in any hurry to get back to London. The reason for that was, well...what if our father learned about us and then...decided he didn't want anything to do with us? Or worse what if he had already somehow known about us and decided that he wouldn't even meet us? I glanced up at Rosie as the kind waitress brought us some cafe au lait and a small plate of beignets. The waitress shook her head sadly at us and went back to her regular duties. Rosie let out a large yawn. "I don't think anyone is coming for us Gabriel," I winced. I thought so too but it hurt to hear it said out loud. I nodded in agreement. My sister stood up and tugged on my bare arm. "Let's go. If we go to the police we can find an orphanage or something. Some nice couple will adopt us." I blinked. Didn't we stay here to ask somebody where the police station was in the first place? I reminded Rosie of this and she shrugged. "Yeah well, I'm tired of sitting here. We can just find it ourselves. Come on!"
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Post by Rosie on Apr 10, 2013 5:31:44 GMT 1
I had planned on leaving with my brother in tow but when we reached the front door something caught my eye. On top of the very first table somebody had left a large paperback novel. I felt exhausted and glanced up at the clock on the wall. 3 AM. Well, I supposed that an orphanage could wait until morning or something. I glanced down at the book and gingerly picked it up. It's pages were dog-eared all over the place and I could tell it's pages were starting to yellow a tiny bit. I felt Gabriel place his head on my shoulder which probably felt weird for him since he was taller than me. We both silently read the title of the large novel: The Vampire Lestat. I quickly flipped the book over and we glanced at the summary. Despite the fairly bland title the story itself sounded fascinating enough. I smiled at my brother and he smiled back. Gee, this one book that we haven't even read yet had given us our first honest smiles of the morning! "Let's take it with us." I suggested. I doubted that the person who left it here was coming back for it anyway. Then I lead the way out the front door with The Vampire Lestat tucked under my arm like it was some sort of family heirloom. I don't know why but for some reason I'd felt almost drawn to this novel...almost like...some strange fate... My brother and I stood by a lamppost and began to devour our way through the first part of the novel that talked about Lestat becoming a rockstar in the 80s. While I read I couldn't help but grin to myself. This Lestat sounded so...cute! I glanced up from the text every once in awhile to see if my brother was enjoying himself too. It pleased me to know that he was just as engrossed in Lestat's poetic and witty word flow as I was. "We probably look so weird standing out here like this." my brother joked quietly. I nodded. I didn't really care how we looked to other people at the moment. For some reason Lestat gave me comfort. Something I needed after such a long night and what had turned into a long early morning. I didn't think anything could pull me out of Lestat's dark and rock-powered world...except for maybe the real thing!
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Post by David I on Apr 13, 2013 17:11:49 GMT 1
I walked toward the sensations when I stopped and saw two children reading a copy of The Vampire Lestat. Could that be them? I let out a sigh. I turned to look at the sky. In about three hours it would be day. I suppose they will have to sleep during the day too. Well, that'll work out perfectly. I opened my mouth to call out to them but my body moved before my words could spill out and I wrapped them both in my arms. "Oh Thank God I finally found you..." I whispered but I don't think they could hear me. Could they sense something strange about me? All of those questions should be left for another night. At that moment all I wanted to do was hold my children...and get them into one of Lestat's French Quarter apartments so they could rest. "Gabriel, I think this man is our father..." I could hear my daughter speak her realization out loud and I couldn't stop my smile from showing. I stepped away from them a tad and nodded to confirm her belief. The twins looked at each other and smiled at me, tears streaming down their faces. All three of us hugged again. Perhaps my worries were for nothing. I was starting to believe that I was meant to take care of them despite being a...blood sucking monster...
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Post by Rosie on Apr 13, 2013 17:22:39 GMT 1
As Gabriel and I were reading a tall man with brown hair and brown eyes wrapped both me and my brother into his arms muttering something about finally finding us. I glanced up at the man and then sideways at my twin...they looked exactly the same! Well, okay, this man was bigger but that could change! "Gabriel...I think this man is our father..." Gabriel nodded. Our father stepped back away from us. Why was he doing that? I saw him nod and I felt tears coming down my cheeks. I was so happy! We weren't going to be abandoned! We didn't have to go to some orphanage...we had a father who had been looking for us the whole time. I just wish that Mom was here to see our family united. She'd be so happy to see that. So happy to see us finally meeting our father. I felt myself grow weary. I was exhausted beyond belief but I wanted to hug him...my father again. So I did. Gabriel had the same idea and the three of us were soon in a happy yet tear stained embrace.
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