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Post by Sage Amato on Jul 9, 2011 15:27:37 GMT -5
Floods of people, students and civilians alike, gathered at St. Ruth's Church. Everyone spoke in hushed tones, speculating as to what had happened to Chicago Eastlyn. The junior, soon to be senior, at Richmond High School had gone missing over a week ago. Friends and family members started to worry. The mayor approached the podium and quieted the crowd. "We have all gathered here today for one common cause. A very young female of only seventeen years has gone missing. Chicago Rae Eastlyn is a junior at Richmond High School, soon to be a senior. Chicago is described as a beautiful young lady. She is kind, friendly, and a bubbly teen. She was engaged to be married to Semper Capone who has been dismissed as a suspect. There is no clear evidence as to how Chicago disappeared. We asked anyone with information to please contact the missing person's hotline. Any piece of information will help the investigators greatly. We all just want Chicago Eastlyn back home." The mayor step down from his podium and stapled a flyer onto the church door.
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Post by Sage Amato on Jul 9, 2011 15:27:53 GMT -5
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Post by Scotty Cerry on Jul 9, 2011 17:36:22 GMT -5
Scotty sighed. He came here becuase there was a meeting, he loved to hear city meetings. He has always went to them in South Carolina. Then he heard it. Chicago was missing. Lots questions filled his head. WAIT!? What? Chicago is missing? How could this be? Scotty thought. He shook his head. His face was pale, about as pale as a person could get. His breath got harder and shorter. Then he deicded it. He was gonna help. Chicago was a sweet kind girl that didnt deserve anything bad at all. She was innocent. She did nothing at all. She was a great friend to everyone and definatly probably a good date. He had to admit he did have a tiny crush on her, but she was a dating his aqqauntince Semper. They were perfect. Shit, he was probably crushed when she went missing. And Sage is too. He hadnt really seen him anywhere. He stood up and cleared his throught. He went to the stage and walked up the steps. He took a deep breath and tapped on the microphone. "Hi ever'one"
[/color] He said. Everyone always says that when they talk to people in a formal meeting. "Im Scotty. I was Chicagos friend. And I would like to help find 'er. So I would like to be the student lead of this investigation"[/color]. He stood and waited for what the mayor would say to him offering.[/center][/size] |
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Post by Semper Capone on Jul 9, 2011 22:11:31 GMT -5
I should have known something bad would happen. Things like this tend to destroy me after everything that makes me think that things are finally okay. But they weren't. Chicago was missing and no one had even the slightest idea where she was. Her dad had gone back to Michigan and I didn't know any of her other relatives, so I was stuck. Believe me, if I could, I'd take my shotgun and search every damn house and building until I found her. But of course, that isn't legal, so I was left as a sitting duck, just waiting... and waiting... and waiting...
What if she never came back? More than like she would've run off with someone else since she never left a note or anything... Or maybe she was just sick of us all and left. Either way, I was left pretty much completely destroyed. Well, not completely since half of my heart belonged to Sage, but still. Chicago took the other half when she disappeared.
As I stood in the very back of the church, listening to the mayor speak, I huffed, muttering under my breath. What did the mayor know about her? Unless she slept with him, quite possibly. But that's besides the point. He was right about one thing, though: we all wanted her back home safely. I wanted to hold her again and never let go. But obviously that wasn't going to happen.
I shifted against the marble pillar I was leaning against when I heard a much younger voice, that of someone I barely knew. Scotty, I think his name was. He was saying that he wanted to be the student lead of the search for Chicago. Now, I was about to be ruled a suspect again because I was going to shoot the next investigator that asked me all these personal questions, so maybe it was a good thing that this Scotty guy was volunteering for the job, though I don't think he knew her very well. Chicago never mentioned anything about him that I remember... then again, I don't remember anything, so maybe I just forgot. I tend to do that a lot, you know. So I watched Scotty and the mayor, seeing if anyone would reject the guy's offer.
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Post by apollo on Jul 10, 2011 10:41:28 GMT -5
Apollo leaned against his silver motorcycle shaking his head a bit, so Chicago Eastlyn was missing again. What is wrong with that girl he remembered correctly this was the second time she went missing the first time she went missing she ran back to her daddy in Hell, Michigan and to be honest this girl was trouble ever since she reach middle school, and not to mention what pissed him off most was the trouble and pain these kids where going through because Chicago got selfish and left the people she loved without a word or such as a not of where she was going. But the truth was that Chicago was his offspring to look and go find, she was Aphrodite's but from every kids point of view the world was coming to an end since one girl went missing, Demigods went missing all the time, and people went missing all the time it was just the sad part of life. Chicago wasn't dead, and Apollo knew it. She just needed a while to clean up her act, Apollo watched her before he came to earth she had a habit of letting out all her anger and vanquish on other people, but besides that she was a good kid. Letting out a sigh he watch the poster being nailed up on the door. What if somebody else went missing? Would they be treated the same way? Or are they just doing this for this one girl? Apollo knew he shouldn't stay long since he knew one of the Demigod offspring would come up and ask for help or help from the gods witch Apollo couldn't give.
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Post by A P H R O D I T E on Jul 10, 2011 14:25:37 GMT -5
This did not sit well with the young woman's mother. Her daughter was missing and nobody could tell her where she was. She caught word of a city gathering that would be taking place in her honor, in hopes that new light might be shed on this investigation. Aphrodite stood behind the crowd, her eyes scanning the crowd for another god just in case he or she might have shone up. And there he was, the Greek god light. Apollo was leaning against his motorcycle, with a certain look of attitude on his face. "I certainly did not expect to see you here." She brushed a lock of caramel brown hair behind her ears, her milky eyes lost in the sky. There was something about this night have gave her that extra push of hope, a human emotion she never thought she could feel before. Chicago was one of her beloved children, and Aphrodite was more than willing to start another World War for her. It was a foul move to cross one of her children, and if Chicago left against her will Aphrodite would not spare her captor. "My daughter is missing, I cannot stand for this."
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Post by Hayley Fox on Jul 10, 2011 14:41:36 GMT -5
My phone rang about a million times that night, the night my best friend and sister completely vanished from Richmond. It was hard, seeing everyone gathered around as the mayor spoke to the crowd in a slow and somber tone. Chicago was always there for me, even when I thought I was alone she would be there to talk me out of horrible decisions. I looked up to her, and I knew I would miss her incredibly the very moment I graduated. "Semper...." I looked over at Semper, who in the short time I had known him had become one of the only close friends I still had. I put on a tough act for people, but I couldn't hold onto myself much longer as I saw him looking like this. "I'm sorry I'm late...how are you holding up?" She already knew the answer to that question, but she wasn't sure if there was anything left to be said.
I looked down at my white Nike shoes, kicking at a little rock at the ground. There were so many people here...so many hopeful and optimistic fellow classmates and civilians that all shared one common interest. They wanted to find Chicago, and they wanted to see her and Semper together again. It was unnatural and strange, to see him standing there without her.
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Post by Semper Capone on Jul 10, 2011 15:13:25 GMT -5
With the way I was slouching against the pillar, my side to where the altar was, I felt as though I should be smoking a cigarette. Forget cigarettes, though. I hated those. Alcohol was better -- but sadly I can't have that. I had broken my sober streak again last night, so I was still hungover, but I deserve the headache. I went sober for Chicago and it was so easy to stay sober with her around, but now that she's gone... it was a lot harder. I hated how I caved so easily, but there's nothing I can do about it.
When I heard a familiar voice saying my name, I looked up -- not really, more like slightly up -- and saw Hayley in front of me. She and Chicago had been really close, and I knew the disappearance was devastating for her too.
In response to her first statement, I shook my head and shrugged. "Y' didn't miss nothin'." I said. "Jus' people talkin' 'bout her that didn't know nothin' 'bout her." I shifted against the pillar, straightening up slightly. "I'm alright, I guess...." I answered rather quietly, avoiding Hayley's eyes for a few brief moments. Hopefully it wasn't obvious how much pain I was in, how hungover I was, and how terrified I was that Chicago could very well be dead. I quickly fought off that possibility, refusing to believe it at any cost. "How 'bout y'?"
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Post by apollo on Jul 10, 2011 15:45:27 GMT -5
Apollo nodded in greeting as Aphrodite walked up to her, he knew Aphrodite would be surprised to see him here. Apollo can be selfish, a little arrogant, but when it came to someone who was close to him, or his children he would always be there. And with her daughter missing, Aphrodite would not be happy, probably angry, sad or both. And he wanted to make sure Aphrodite didn't do anything to give away their cover, "I thought you could use some comfort. Afterall i'm sure it isn't easy. He said gently to her. Every god knew they could start a war to find their child but they would be harming the people, and the other things that lived on this Earth.
Apollo would do the same thing thing if one his children went missing but then regret it later just to find out that their children was fine and just needed some time to themselves. Apollo looked at Aphrodite with a raised eyebrow,"Easy Aphordite, we don't know what has really happened to her. Maybe she needed some time to herself she is part human after all." He said the last part quietly, not wanting to get people suspicous about them. Even though he was a god, Aphrodite had the same affect on him as it would a human. She was beautiful, absolutely stunning, he let out a soft sigh before looking back the church.
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Post by Fagan Lay on Jul 11, 2011 0:53:51 GMT -5
Fagan stood before the hidden altar. It was in the back of the Church, hidden from the world. Only the children of the Gods knew about it. It was for them, to pray to their parents and the other Gods. Fagan sighed, sadly, thinking about how Chicago may never see the altar again.
Fagan didn't know the girl very well. That didn't matter. Fagan had still been impacted by the news of the missing girl. She was the same age, the same grade, the same school. Chicago was Aphrodite's daughter, and very pretty. She was engaged to Semper, from Archery. And she was missing. Gone.
Fagan held a stack of papers in her hand. It was a song, a master piece really. She'd just finished writing it the other night. She'd stayed up until six in the morning, adding the final touches. It was a sonata; allegro, light, and happy. Two-four. She'd written it after seeing the muse Euterpe. She was beautiful. She played a quick rhythm on her flute, and then vanished. Fagan was so excited; she'd never heard the music now.
Now she held her master piece up to look at it. She'd called it Sunlight Sonata, in honor of her father and his music. She stared at the paper, and gently set it down on the altar. It was an offering, now in possession of her father Apollo.
Dad, there's a girl missing. You probably already know that, though.. Anyways, I was wondering, since you're the God of Prophecy, if maybe you could send a sign to someone. Anyone. Anything! A dream, a vision, just.. Something. Please.
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Post by Hayley Fox on Jul 11, 2011 17:47:30 GMT -5
I shrugged my shoulders and kicked at another rock, this time sending it much further than the last one. I was beginning to wonder...and it was never a safe idea to let my mind wonder around because I was the kind of person to think of the worst possible scenario. But for the sake of my sanity and everyone else's, I was telling myself that Chicago was safe. Hope was something I had to keep reminding myself of. "Please don't take this the wrong way, but you look like you need some sleep." I looked up at him and sighed, seeing your friends in this kind of state was something I wish I'd never have to see.
I looked around the crowd to see if I recognized anyone in particular, but I didn't see anybody who shared a class with me and Chicago. We had biology together, and I couldn't help but smile as I remembered how alike Chicago and one of the biology teachers looked. But my smile slipped away like melted butter when I saw Semper's face again. "I've been alright I guess, just trying to keep my head up. You know...you can always swing by my dorm if you need anything."
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Post by Semper Capone on Jul 11, 2011 20:12:59 GMT -5
Sleep. Oh, how I wished I could sleep right again. It's not good to be waking up every fifteen minutes after having nightmares about the love of your life being murdered, or kidnapped, or something like that. Even in my sleep, where you're supposed to find peace from all the trouble and pain of the world, I couldn't get away from it all. Chicago was still haunting me in my dreams, making me wake up in a cold sweat, ready to run down to my truck and pull out the shotgun from underneath the seat. Hell, by now, I was ready to kick down the door to any house and face whoever the hell it was that had Chicago captive or had killed her.
No, no, she wasn't dead.... she's not dead....
The thought made a very cold chill run down my spine, causing my breath to catch in my throat. Images of her lying in a pool of blood -- pale, cold skin, eyes distant and the light gone out of them; her locked in a room, nails digging into the wood of the door as she screamed for help -- flashed through my mind, sending me in a panic. I wanted to find her so badly. I wanted to be more than sure that she was safe and sound and that nothing would take her away from us ever again--
When I came back to reality, I could feel my eyes wide, heart racing, and hands clammy. The realization that all of this was real and the severity of it was finally hitting me in the face like a brick. I suddenly felt a terrible wave of claustrophobia overwhelm me and I knew that I had to get out of that church before I had a complete mental breakdown.
"Th-thanks, Hay...." I said in a shaky voice, my eyes frantically searching for any way out of the church instead of making eye contact with her. People were everywhere... I couldn't breathe. I was suffocating in the mass of conversing people and I wanted to get away as quickly as I could. I just couldn't take being with all these people... it just hurt so bad to hear them all talking about her....
"'cuse m'." I barely managed to tell Hayley in barely a whisper as I swept past her, forcing my way through the crowd and muttering apologies while on my way to a side door, forcing it open and quickly shutting it behind me. Luckily it was a heavy wooden door with no windows, so no one would know I was out in the back of the church unless they had seen me escape and decided to follow, which I doubted anyone would do.
I sat on a low wall that was the perimeter of a flowerbed that was against the side of the building, putting my head in my hands and feeling the dampness of my cheeks. Fucking hell, I hated crying. It made me think I was weak and overly sensitive, but hell, I was so scared for Chicago.... If she was dead, then I don't know what I'd do. I didn't want to live without her. Taking a few deep breaths, I tried to collect myself again, but was failing. I was quickly falling apart the way a sand castle does when you kick it. Pulling myself together just seemed so impossible since Chicago was actually missing now. I had to be strong, but how could I? For all I knew, Chicago Rae Eastlyn was dead and there was nothing I could do about it. It could very well be the truth -- all I had to do was just accept it. But I couldn't; I wasn't going to.
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Post by Xi Coleman on Jul 12, 2011 15:32:27 GMT -5
I slipped down onto a street bench. I couldn't wrap my mind around the fact that Chicago Rae Eastlyn was just...gone. I hadn't really known her, but I knew that she was a really well-liked person. My iPod blared in my ears, but it still didn't blot out the sound of the city around me. I closed my brown eyes, and let Christina Perri soften my shell. Even without the music, I was going to be serious and composed. As usual. Was Chicago dead? I couldn't help but wonder. But no...just missing. But it's a possibility. A nasty part of me snarled. You know it's possible. I sighed, and forced myself to concentrate on Arms, rather than the sorrowful atmosphere around me, or the fact that Semper Capone was only five feet away from the bench I sat on. Anything but that. But, of course, my "soul" took over, and I walked right up to him, and propped myself up on the wall next to him. I didn't know Semper very well. The only thing I knew was that he was very aptly-named. Always Faithful... I thought. I sighed, and turned my head to him. "Hey, Semper." I said quietly. "I'm sorry Chi--" I decided it was best not to say it. "--she's gone missing. You want to talk?" I didn't really know where this compassion was coming from. I barely knew Semper, much less talked to him. But here I was, standing right next to the poor guy, prepared to help him through this. I breathed in, and waited for his response. |
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Post by Semper Capone on Jul 13, 2011 18:43:33 GMT -5
I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard a voice no more than five feet away from me. I could have sworn that the alley beside the church was empty, but then again, who am I kidding? I'm going blind again, so maybe my eyesight is just declining at a much faster rate than I had anticipated.
Which brings me back to my first point: I hate crying in front of people, which was why I retreated through the side door of the church. So I could be alone, not snuck up on. I quickly averted my eyes from Xi to hopefully keep him from seeing my reddening eyes, roughly brushing the back of my hand across my cheeks to wipe away the dampness from the few tears that had already come streaking down.
I knew what he was going to say when he abruptly paused mid sentence. I'm sorry that Chicago's dead. There was no use hiding it anymore. She could very well be dead, watching us from wherever it is that demigods go after they die. The thought disturbed me, a stinging sensation itching at the back of my eyes, threatening to send more tears forth like a crack in a dam. I shut my eyes tightly, though, fighting the liquid back. Once I was collected enough to speak without sounding too distraught, I managed a very brief glance at Xi. "I'm, uh.... no, I'm alright.... thanks..."
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Post by Amelia Rodgers on Jul 18, 2011 2:40:05 GMT -5
Amelia had been more of a recluse than she usually was ever since Chicago Eastlyn had disappeared. The missing to-be-senior had been her acting role-model ever since they had met one night after one of Chicago's plays. Now, her inspiration was gone.
Someone had to have taken her. If anybody had told her otherwise, Amelia would be too stubborn to accept their words. There was no reason that the one that had lit her acting "spark" (as she called it), would suddenly up and leave because she felt like it.
Somebody's got her...Maybe even killed her.[/color] A shudder ran down her spine. She looked up at the girl on the poster, and gulped down a lump in her throat. No...No, she's fine. She's strong. She can take being kidnapped...as long as we find her soon.
We. Amelia jolted. We. Not just the police. That Scotty guy that had spoken after the mayor. He was just another student at Richmond High - just like Chicago. Just like Amelia would, next school year.
She wouldn't just wait. She'd find a way to help. Maybe I can be like a private eye, and find her myself. After all, I might find myself in a search party that looks in all the wrong places. I don't do well with other people, anyway.
But where to start? The mayor said something about Chicago being engaged to a "Semper Capone," but he had been dismissed as a possible suspect. Amelia narrowed her eyes. Pfft...That's what they all say. Whoever "they" are.
(ooc: Evil post. >_> )
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