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[Mar. 23rd, 2010|12:52 am] |
Parker and Murphy were sound asleep, Elijah could tell. The sound of their breathing always let him know if they were awake or asleep. Parker had fallen asleep before Murphy had, and he'd been out for two hours now. Murphy for an hour. Everything in the house was silent. Though they were downstairs and a bit away from the house, Elijah could hear Adam's footsteps sometimes. If Adam was home, he usually had one of the three upstairs with him, too. The moment he heard footsteps he sat up on his bed and scooted to the edge, waiting to hear if Adam would come downstairs or not. It made him feel sick to his stomach that he often wanted to be the one Adam chose to take upstairs. It was the only time he was out of the cage, and his only sense of freedom, even if it wasn't real freedom at all. |
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| Elijah, Adam, Parker (Backdated to when Elijah was first taken) |
[Feb. 21st, 2010|11:25 pm] |
Elijah had been living on his own for a little over a year, and he had nestled himself into a very comfortable routine. He lived in a tiny little apartment alone, and he didn't need much. He went to college at the same time every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday morning. He went home at the same time every day afterwards for two hours, then went to work at a local music shop until close. He went to the grocery store every Tuesday at noon. Every Tuesday and Thursday he went to practice for the local orchestra that he was a part of, and every Saturday he taught three different boys violin lessons on the side. Sundays were his quiet days and he just stayed in at home.
It was a Saturday evening, and after his last student Elijah went home and let himself into his tiny apartment. He closed the door up behind him and locked it like always, then he went to go put his violin down on the table. He knew his way around his place like the back of his hand and if anyone who didn't really know him ever saw him in his own environment, they would never guess that he was blind if they couldn't see the way his eyes never seemed to focus on one thing.
He turned the TV on just for background noise, and there was a report on the news about a young violinist close to Elijah's age who had been attacked in his home a month prior. Elijah had heard the story before, and he just switched the channel to some music and went to go fix himself something to eat for dinner. |
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| shay, lijah, adam |
[Dec. 28th, 2009|10:29 pm] |
As much as Elijah hated to admit it, Adam was always especially sweet during any holiday. He tried to make them as special as he possibly could for all of the boys, and Lijah hated that sometimes he really enjoyed himself. But he supposed he had to take pleasure in the smallest things, or else he'd go crazy. He and Murphy had played a song for Adam, and naturally that had made the man very happy. He'd cooked them a special holiday meal, and spent time with each of his little talented artists. Reagan had been a bit difficult, but when Shay had taken photos of him, he'd been good, mostly because he'd been worried about what might happen to Shay if he wasn't. It was obvious to everyone how much he missed Liam, though. An entire month had nearly gone by with nothing, and though the team was making a lot of progress - especially thanks to Adam's slip up with Vegas - no one held captive knew that.
After Adam had taken Murphy up for photos, he'd taken Parker, and now Elijah was waiting for his turn as he sat on the edge of his bed. He was anxious and nervous, afraid that Adam would see his attraction to Shay, though he supposed that wouldn't be bad. In fact, that would probably only make Adam happy. What Elijah was really worried about was if Adam recognized the feelings that he and Shay had for one another. There was no way of knowing how the man would react. Adam could be very sweet, but he could snap and when that happened, it was never good. |
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| To Vegas |
[Dec. 19th, 2009|11:43 am] |
Chester, West Virginia. It wasn't too far to drive, especially not for this purpose. Ever since he realized just how important Vegas was to Murphy, he'd been traveling to their home town. He'd made contact a few times before, bumping into him in a crowded bar, sitting next to him on the bus. He tried to make sure it was never a memorable experience because he knew the indulgences could be dangerous. But with his successful nabbing of an FBI agent's husband, Adam was flying high, thinking that he was untouchable, the perfect genius. He was going to talk to Vegas this time.
It was always easy to find Vegas, all he had to do was follow the music. He was sitting in the audience tonight, watching the show, not too far forward and not too far back. He enjoyed the music, relaxing with a Coke until Vegas was done with his set. |
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| adam, reagan |
[Dec. 14th, 2009|10:32 pm] |
As much as Reagan wanted to fall apart, he wasn't allowing himself to. Eventually, he'd managed to fall asleep, and when he wokeup the basement was completely quiet. Everyone seemed to have fallen asleep judging by the steady breathing he heard from each little cell. He got up and went over to the suitcase that Adam had packed, and he sat down on the ground to sift through his belongings. Halfway through, he found a shirt that was Liam's. It was a dress shirt, white, simple. Reagan had ones just like this, but he knew the difference between his and Liam's shirts, and he felt tears sting his eyes as he brought it up to his face to inhale the familiar scent. He wanted to curl up with the piece of clothing and just break down, but he had to keep his head clear, so he swallowed down the urge and folded up the shirt carefully to tuck it back inside the suitcase. There was a dresser, but the idea of putting things away made him feel sick to his stomach.
After a moment, he pulled out a simple thin white t-shirt and a pair of black slacks, along with some argyle socks and a pair of boxer briefs. He got up and slipped into the teeny bathroom to take a long shower, and it was then that he finally cried, though he did so quietly. After he'd brushed his teeth, he came back out into his cell and went to sit down on the bed, his hair still damp and curling at the ends a bit. He twirled his wedding ring back and forth around his finger before he took it off and slipped it into his pocket. He didn't want to risk Adam seeing it and taking it away. |
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| To Elijah |
[Dec. 14th, 2009|09:36 pm] |
Adam still held down a job through all of this. While his father had left him some money, it wasn't enough to keep up his extracurricular activities. He made good money as a general contractor and he was good at his job. So good, in fact, that many times his employer had asked why he didn't go into business for himself. Adam always passed it off, saying he didn't want the responsibility of owning a business. Really, he didn't want more time taken away from his passions at home, or the collecting of more. Today, he cut out early claiming he had a doctor's appointment. When he arrived home, he went downstairs and pulled Elijah gently from his cell to take him upstairs. He never expected the boy to struggle.
"I drew a bath for you," he said quietly, leading Lijah to the bathroom, smoothing a hand up underneath the boy's shirt so he could touch his back. It had been a couple days since Elijah had slept in Shay's cell. "Maybe this will help you sleep." |
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| reagan, liam, adam, parker, elijah, shay (and a sleeping murphy) |
[Dec. 10th, 2009|02:30 am] |
( Reagan gets nabbed. ) |
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