City Meeting [OPEN]

[Tamara George]

Tam stood round on the curb round the corner from the church, her stomach twisting sickeningly exactly as it had since she'd got the news. They'd gone for a trip out to New York to meet up with one of her old friends, she'd come back and discovered...this. Chicago was...everything to her, her best friend, her sister...and she'd just let her go like smoke through her fingers. If...if she'd been there maybe she'd have been able to do something. She knew Chicago wouldn't have left with no reason without telling anyone, the thought of what that could do to Semp alone would have had any person with a conscience stop in their tracks.

Semp.

He was probably in a state, she knew how she felt but Chicago had been his fiancée and pretty much the love of his life. She hadn't seen anyone since she'd arrived back early this morning, she'd only had time to go back to her dorm, throw on some clothes and then head out. She breathed a great sigh, steadying herself before moving forward. She'd sat listlessly for the entire journey back to Richmond, not quite able to let the tears fall because in all honesty, she didn't believe it. She still believed that she'd turn the corner and Chicago'd be standing there but no matter how hopefully she glanced round each corner, she never seemed to catch her.

She finally came to a stop outside the church, simply staring at it and although her mind egged her on, her feet felt so heavy and her legs seemed routed to the spot so she simply stood there and watched, her mind closed to everything but the scene before her.


OOC: Bleh x.x

[Xi Coleman]

Jul 13, 2011 18:43:33 GMT -5 Semper Capone said:

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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I looked at the traumatized face of Semper Capone. I didn't know what to say. I thought again; I barely know the guy! But I'd be strong in my attempt to comfort him; comfort was my freaking middle name. My bread and butter. At least...for today. "Clearly," I said quietly. "You're not okay, man. It's all right to miss her, and it's all right to cry. Frankly, I'd be very alarmed if you didn't." I gave a small, short laugh at my proper grammar. Lightly, even tentatively, I put my hand on Semper's shoulder and rubbed it subconsiously. What the hell are you doing, Xi? What happened to the sarcasm? Leave him alo-- Then I stopped thinking because my instincts were telling me to listen to Semper. There were smaller, less dominant instincts that recoiled at my kindness, and the larger, more potent instincts that forced me not to move. So I sat, attempting to comfort the gentle giant before me.