Topic: A Brother's Love.

David Huntington

Date: 2009-12-22 22:38 EST
*David had been a shut in since his sister had disappeared. Especially since Ryan had poofed as well. Now Ryan was back. And so was he. He sat in his room at the HQ on the edge of the bed. Those dark forest hues a mirror of his sister's staring off into space. Finally after what seemed like an eternity he shook himself awake. He got up and walked to his sister's room.* Darcy...

*He paused at the door before gripping the door knob and turning it to open it. With a huge sigh he opened the door. He had left everything the way it was the night she disappeared. Her room was a mess from when she had hurriedly gotten dressed to make a batch of brownies like she always did. His eyes welled up with tears and he quickly wiped them away. He had work to do. Moving into her closet he grabbed the first bag he found. He began stuffing her clothes and anything else she might need. He even went as far as packing the guitar that Kuro and him had gotten her for her birthday. That done he turned out the light and left the room. He quickly scribbled a note and put it on the fridge for whoever to find.*

To whoever it may concern...

I've gone to get my sister. I will be at the lair with mama and papa. I don't know when I'll be back. Please don't worry about me.

Love,

David.


*Already his bag was packed and waiting for him by the door. With one last look behind him he picked up everything and left heading for the lair. The first step in getting his dear sister back.*

Mayverdia

Date: 2009-12-23 02:00 EST
"DAMN IT!"

May tossed her shoe across the room at the sight of those words. She growled out. Her fingers traced her bracelet for a moment and she pointed towards it," Damn it, damn it, damn it, DAMN IT!!!"

Thus the process was made. She wouldn't let David go by himself. She'd fight through hell and back for that kid. Her body turned and she was stalking down into her lair, the basement. She pushed over a table and then opened the box beneath it. A few things were pulled out of it instantly.

She in a sense prepped a death bag. She'd use it to get David and D back or in the process die trying.

Once she was back upstairs she wrote, with a broken hand no less. The broken part was an entirely long story she wasn't pleased with. Try reading something in the Post while testing Jello tubs and screaming out," Divorcee-in-training!" and see if you hold your balance in the slick stuff. She didn't. Thus the broken hand.

JIN!

I love you! I love you! I love you!

I'm not doing anything dangerous I promise! I'm just going to go help David get D back!

Love you!

Be home for Christmas!

.... I hope.

May