[Wharil Choc]
If he didn't get her the first time her phone rang and Wharil's number flashed on the caller ID, he would have gotten her the second time. Or the third time. Or the time he calls from the Chicago Sun. Or the fourth time from his cell phone. Or the two times he calls from a payphone. Or the fifth time he calls from his cell phone. The point would be clear, Wharil was trying to reach her. And he wasn't about to give up.
And once again, as if to prove the point, Henri's phone rings. And Rings. And Rings.
[Henrietta Bean]
*Her phone has been ringing, left on only so that her father can phone her. A hopeful consideration. The entire time she'd had the number, there had been no word from home, save from an aunt to tell her the funeral arrangements were being seen to. What funeral arrangements? Why her mother of course. Her father had been too consumed with grief to pick up the phone. But maybe, just maybe, her father would reach out once he was no longer reeling in the wake of his wife's death. Hope springing eternal in a young etherite as she drags weary limbs under herself on a busbench. Her phone rings once more, and she doesn't recognize the number. A thin lipped frown as she clicks it to talk.*
Ey?
[Wharil Choc]
"Henri its Wharil." Comes a tired sounding voice. "Please don't hang up."
And then a pause, as if to see if she does just that indeed.
[Henrietta Bean]
What!? What do you want!?
*He was probably tracing this call. He could - did Euthanato'ses do that? Could they do that? If he could find Dylan with a T-shirt could he find Henri with a cell phone number? Panic stirs her to her feet, frizzy hair buffeted by the wind as she hollers into the phone, accent thick.*
Why don't you just leave me alone!
[Wharil Choc]
"Because I'm worried about you, Henri." He counters with calm, or at least more calm than she was expressing at the moment.
"Henri, I'm...I'm sorry I didn't get in touch with you. I'm sorry you had to hear about Dylan from someone else. But you can't go after him. Its too dangerous."
[Henrietta Bean]
You're not worried about me, you just want to follow me to Dylan so you can put a bullet in his braintrap! Well Nooot me mate. You bark up another bloody tree. Now I'm hanging up afore you Do something to me.
*The eccentric Etherite is getting more than her fair share of odd looks a she yells into the phone, gesturing wildly between pulling her pants back on narrow hips.*
Come near me an' I .. I'll.. Guts to garters mate! Clothes to acid! I'll rearrange the molecules in your brain, see how you like it! You hear me?!
*Click. Click-click-click-click! The phone is hung up and then some. She had to get moving. Couldn't keep in the same spot, or someone would find her and muck about in her mind. Ashley had shown her true colors, she couldn't imagine what a Death Dealer would be capable of. Even one she'd once thought was a friend.*
[Wharil Choc]
"Henri, no. That's not it at all." Though, now that she mentioned it, it wasn't a bad idea. No. No, better to find Dylan before she does.
"Henri, just listen to--"
And then she was gone. Its less than a minute before her phone rings again, the same number as last time.
[Henrietta Bean]
*A high pitched squeal of anger and frustration as she hits "END" over and over again, before scrabbling at the back of the device and ripping out the battery.*
If he didn't get her the first time her phone rang and Wharil's number flashed on the caller ID, he would have gotten her the second time. Or the third time. Or the time he calls from the Chicago Sun. Or the fourth time from his cell phone. Or the two times he calls from a payphone. Or the fifth time he calls from his cell phone. The point would be clear, Wharil was trying to reach her. And he wasn't about to give up.
And once again, as if to prove the point, Henri's phone rings. And Rings. And Rings.
[Henrietta Bean]
*Her phone has been ringing, left on only so that her father can phone her. A hopeful consideration. The entire time she'd had the number, there had been no word from home, save from an aunt to tell her the funeral arrangements were being seen to. What funeral arrangements? Why her mother of course. Her father had been too consumed with grief to pick up the phone. But maybe, just maybe, her father would reach out once he was no longer reeling in the wake of his wife's death. Hope springing eternal in a young etherite as she drags weary limbs under herself on a busbench. Her phone rings once more, and she doesn't recognize the number. A thin lipped frown as she clicks it to talk.*
Ey?
[Wharil Choc]
"Henri its Wharil." Comes a tired sounding voice. "Please don't hang up."
And then a pause, as if to see if she does just that indeed.
[Henrietta Bean]
What!? What do you want!?
*He was probably tracing this call. He could - did Euthanato'ses do that? Could they do that? If he could find Dylan with a T-shirt could he find Henri with a cell phone number? Panic stirs her to her feet, frizzy hair buffeted by the wind as she hollers into the phone, accent thick.*
Why don't you just leave me alone!
[Wharil Choc]
"Because I'm worried about you, Henri." He counters with calm, or at least more calm than she was expressing at the moment.
"Henri, I'm...I'm sorry I didn't get in touch with you. I'm sorry you had to hear about Dylan from someone else. But you can't go after him. Its too dangerous."
[Henrietta Bean]
You're not worried about me, you just want to follow me to Dylan so you can put a bullet in his braintrap! Well Nooot me mate. You bark up another bloody tree. Now I'm hanging up afore you Do something to me.
*The eccentric Etherite is getting more than her fair share of odd looks a she yells into the phone, gesturing wildly between pulling her pants back on narrow hips.*
Come near me an' I .. I'll.. Guts to garters mate! Clothes to acid! I'll rearrange the molecules in your brain, see how you like it! You hear me?!
*Click. Click-click-click-click! The phone is hung up and then some. She had to get moving. Couldn't keep in the same spot, or someone would find her and muck about in her mind. Ashley had shown her true colors, she couldn't imagine what a Death Dealer would be capable of. Even one she'd once thought was a friend.*
[Wharil Choc]
"Henri, no. That's not it at all." Though, now that she mentioned it, it wasn't a bad idea. No. No, better to find Dylan before she does.
"Henri, just listen to--"
And then she was gone. Its less than a minute before her phone rings again, the same number as last time.
[Henrietta Bean]
*A high pitched squeal of anger and frustration as she hits "END" over and over again, before scrabbling at the back of the device and ripping out the battery.*
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