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entrancelogs2018-12-19 09:32 pm
givingback) wrote in entrancelogs2018-12-19 09:32 pm
i live in darkness | closed
Who: Bree, Jamie, Claire plus a 4th wall enemy
Where: Random room, random floor, before things go to heck in the mansion
When: Dec. 18
Rating: Probably R for murder.
Summary: Bree is taken by a man she thought was her father. Jamie and Claire find her
The Story:
Bree's been on the lookout for anyone who might be familiar from home. At first, it was just Roger or Frank. Now it's older or younger versions of her parents because that's a thing, apparently. Everyone came at once but with the network not working right, who knows who she might have missed. So, she wanders, looking, wondering if anyone might arrive who knows her but the opposite isn't true.
Turning a corner, she freezes as soon as she meets the eyes of the one person she's been hoping to see again. He's in black pants and just a white shirt, and she can't tell that the hair is long, not with it pulled back. All she sees is that face, and her heart skips a bit.
"Daddy," she breathes out, and then she's moving to him, reaching out to him. "I can't believe you're here, that you're really here."
She has no idea that he's been watching her, that he knows precisely who she is, and that he is, as a matter of fact, not Frank.
Where: Random room, random floor, before things go to heck in the mansion
When: Dec. 18
Rating: Probably R for murder.
Summary: Bree is taken by a man she thought was her father. Jamie and Claire find her
The Story:
Bree's been on the lookout for anyone who might be familiar from home. At first, it was just Roger or Frank. Now it's older or younger versions of her parents because that's a thing, apparently. Everyone came at once but with the network not working right, who knows who she might have missed. So, she wanders, looking, wondering if anyone might arrive who knows her but the opposite isn't true.
Turning a corner, she freezes as soon as she meets the eyes of the one person she's been hoping to see again. He's in black pants and just a white shirt, and she can't tell that the hair is long, not with it pulled back. All she sees is that face, and her heart skips a bit.
"Daddy," she breathes out, and then she's moving to him, reaching out to him. "I can't believe you're here, that you're really here."
She has no idea that he's been watching her, that he knows precisely who she is, and that he is, as a matter of fact, not Frank.