Is it really kidnapping, if it’s your kid?

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Is it really kidnapping, if it’s your kid?

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--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--
Doc: The business at both his companies were picking up. He had gotten a call from a company in Vancouver, who were interested in a contract for services. It was a lucrative proposal. The only downside was the company wanted a face to face to meeting, which meant he would have to travel to Vancouver. He wasn’t crazy about airline schedules from Harper Rock to Vancouver. The red-eye overnight flights were sold out. He could drive. He could do it in a car no problem. It would take two nights.. but it was preferable compared to getting stuck in a sunlit airport, should something go wrong like a flight cancellation or some such. He had the ability to walk in the sun, and his complexion was such that he easily passed for human, but he wasn’t willing to take the chance.

Doc: Doc shot a quick email to the company to inform them it would be three or four days before he could his arrange his schedule to be in Vancouver. Their reply was swift, assuring him, that they were more than willing to work with his schedule. He figured he could leave the next night and be there for a meeting first thing Tuesday morning.

Doc: Going about his regular duties the early evening went by as normal. The abnormal happened about a quarter to midnight. He had stepped out of the lab to take a smoke break when he saw it. It was parked across from the bank in Newborough. What the **** that car, that thing of beauty was doing parked along the Harper Rock streets, he had no idea. The pull of that powerful beast just a few hundreds meters from him was too strong to resist.

Doc: Before he knew it, Doc was behind the wheel and headed to the outskirts of Harper Rock. He pulled his cell from his pocket and called Minx, when the call was eventually answered, he said without preamble, “I want to show you what I found in the street.. may I come over?” The affirmative answer was not eager or even polite. It had been given grudgingly, as though she expected the worst. and she added that it had to be quick as she was headed out. It was a few minutes later, when the LaFerrari rumbled onto the narrow driveway that lead to Dominique’s hide-away-home. As he stopped right in front of her door, Doc revved the engine and blew the horn. He reached over to open the passenger door. The gull-wing door slid upwards in a graceful arc as Dominique opened her front door.

Doc: From the driver’s seat Doc leaned toward the opening and grinned at her, “Saw it, and I knew I had to take it for a spin. Want to go a test drive before I have to return it? I Drive out.. you drive back?”

Dominique: It was barely enough time for Dominique to step outside and turn around to find the last thing she ever expected to see. The dream of any true car connoisseur had its engine revving in her drive. Even more bizarre was that Doc had current possession of it. What were the odds of that being an honest presentation? She had seen a lot of what was in the Canadian streets and she never saw a LaFerrari. She shook her head slowly. He would steal anything and she was sure of it. The tight fit of her jeans pressing the worn green rosary beads into the depths of her left hip pocket reminded her why she was sure when it came to the man opening the door.

Dominique: Taking her car was simple when he did it. Dominique was in the back of an ambulance with all the promise of being a fresh corpse at preventing it from happening. Now he was increasing his skill considerably. Appearances showed he was apparently aiming higher than vintage Ford and going for high end sports cars. She wondered what sad son of a ***** was bleeding in some dark alley for trying to keep what was theirs to begin with. His voice called out asking if she wanted to take it for a ride. Of all the cars she had the pleasure of riding in this one she could not claim as one of them. Her black brow shot up.

Dominique: Was it wrong that Doc had that car? Of course it was. It was also wrong she beat up gangsters, yanked out their diamond teeth and chased around blood thieves at one time for a relic that she could not afford that would save her from bouts of weakness. She was no saint before her last heartbeat or after and he sure as hell was no god worthy of praise. So, for the moment, it was time to either accept one of those once in a lifetime chances to feel the hum of that engine beneath her or take the being holier than thou route and pretend her invisible halo was only slightly bent. A pretty price would be paid for the vehicle in the right places.

“To town and back?” Horns kept that bent, broken and golden ***** of a halo up in the clouds out of sight.

Dominique: Dominique’s mind did the rationalizing to make it alright in her choosing to go with the moment. It wouldn’t be more than fifteen minutes tops? Her dark eyes scanned the exterior of the beauty as she stepped to the passenger side. She looked at him then at the empty seat. It took him longer than fifteen minutes each attempt he made to kill her. What could really happen other than she could say she felt the power of this car beneath her from her toes to the top of her dark head? Her bottom was in the seat and sinking back before she could play it safe and never be sorry again. The seat felt like a glove had just wrapped around her. It was questionable and she could feel the heat of that thought sink in deep.

Doc: Doc grinned openly as she accepted his offer. When she said ‘to town and back’, he had lifted a shoulder in what ‘might’ be perceived as a yes, but it was really an ambivalent way to ignore the question. After all Vancouver was a town right? He put the car into reverse and turned it around then headed out of the driveway back to the highway. At the end of the driveway he waited for a nice clean stretch of space before pulling out. The force of the acceleration pressed him back in the seat, as he let the engine wind out. As Harper Rock quickly came into view, he opted to take the bypass instead of going through the city. How could you possibly let a beast like be chained to a maximum city limit speed? Easy, you couldn’t; not if you really wanted to see what it could do, and he did.

Doc: In the space of five minutes the car ate up the road with aggressive glee, the whole of Harper Rock was an image in the rear view mirror while they were speeding west toward Vancouver. Dominique hadn’t really said anything, and he really didn’t know how to start a conversation, when it dawned on him. Doc had not let the staff at either business location know what was up. He needed to sort that right away. Yet another spur of the moment decision was made.

Pulling the cell, he hit ‘hands free’ and gave the verbal command, “Call Phoenix.”. The phone automatically dialed the number.

Phoenix: She eyed the phone as it rang and frowned at the caller ID. Why the **** would Doc call her? "Hello?"

Doc: "Phoenix.. I am going on a road trip.. I will be back in a week or so.. give or take.. you're in charge. Don't **** it up."

Phoenix: She blinked at the phone in her hand as if Doc had completely lost all sense. Yesterday, he wanted to fire her. Today, he was placing her in charge. "Understood. I'll take good care of it. Any specific instructions other than 'don't **** up'?"

Doc: "Yes.. that missing person case. Solve it. I don’t care if she's dead.. in jail.. or bag of bones.. get it solved."

Phoenix: "Got it. Will do! Thanks Doc - have fun and please don't die while you're away, yeah?"

Doc: "Right. " He disconnected and glanced at Dominique, and saw her look horror mixed with Disbelief, "What?" When he realized, "Oh.. didn't I say..?” He offered a sheepish grin as he turned his eyes back to the road. “We're going to Vancouver."

Phoenix: She blinked at the phone and set it down slowly. This was surely a trap.

Doc: Doc may come to regret this particular action, because it had been a spur of the moment idea. But was it kidnapping? Kidnapping was a ‘human’ offense. And she was his spawn. And.. all his well-thought-out plans had turned out bad or worse; why not give the spur of the moment road trip a chance? He had succeeded in getting her in the car, now he just had to get her talking. Something light hearted, so they could maybe … possibly... find some common ground. If all else failed, he could tome out and be back in Eyrie, leaving her the car.

Doc: However. Doc didn’t want it to end that way. He wanted … what -did- he want? He wanted to see her smile when she saw him. He didn't want to see that scowl of hate that usually graced her face when she laid eyes on him. The irony of the situation was not lost on him. he wanted her to at least enjoy his presence, when he had just kidnapped her. He offered her the phone, “You should call your sister.. so she doesn’t worry.”

Dominique: Dominique was sliding her hands down the outside of leather seat and feeling for all the options available at her fingertips. She bent over and reached deep under the seat where her body was increasingly being forced back as he showed no mercy on the speed limit. That is when she caught on to the exchange between Doc and some female responding. He was going to be gone to Vancouver for a week. She shrugged and sat back since soon her turn to take the wheel would be coming sooner than it would had he paid attention to the speed limit. He was going to Vancouver with some Phoenix woman. Why did it matter to her? He didn’t have to tell her where he was going with whom. Her face soured out of habit as looked at him and was about to ignore the whole thing except he now said she should call Kenlie. The wheels in her head that should have been working faster than they had up till that point finally moved double time and her sour expression bloomed into absolute shock as her jaw dropped.

“You wouldn’t dare.” Of course he wouldn’t.

Dominique: It would have been simple really to deal with. Simple that is if this happened before she returned and found clothes and stopped at the store to make sure the handy tome she had was gone from her possession. Why? It delivered her to those she had vowed to now protect with her absence. Now she would hike, drive or whatever means it took to get around but she would be without the ability to just go in the blink of an eye. Why the hell did she do that? Her scowl tightened as she looked at him with the offering hand holding his cell phone. He would dare. Did he have connections at the shop? He was high as a kite in a tornado if she was going to take his cell phone and call Kenlie to say that she was taking another unplanned ‘vacation’.

Dominique: “Yeah, because I really can explain this.” She hissed and took out her own cell phone and text out a quick message. Hopefully she would get it and take it as one of those taking some time to chill kind of messages.

Dominique: -Will be figuring some things out. Till I get back can you check in on the pets?- She sent the text off then decided she would not have to worry. Cars like this sucked up gas faster than he likely did virgin blood. She forced up a smile as if she trumped his move.

Dominique: “No worries. I can see you barely breaking the car as you toss me out of it when you are sick of my ***.” She stretched back and gripped her hands around the back of the headrest as if she just got far more comfortable than she should. “Got music?”
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--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--
Doc: When she didn’t take his offer of the phone, he placed it back in the inside jacket pocket. “You have it all wrong, kid. I want to get to know you.. Properly.” He glanced at her just briefly, she seemed to have relaxed. That was a good sign, right? “No weapons. No yelling. No fighting. No hot topic issues. No business. Just ordinary conversation.” She brought up music. The topic of music was perfect. He enjoyed music, a wide variety of types and artists. He couldn’t say he was crazy about hip hop, or country. But after watching Mortll ride a mechanical bull to a country song, he had a whole new appreciation for that genre. He wanted to get to know her, so that meant giving her some of the power. “What do you say, traveling rule number one is… passenger picks the tunes?” He could be setting himself up for some bleeding eardrums if he absolutely hated her choice, but that was the price he was willing to pay, to get to know her. it couldn’t be worse than Catherine’s hip hop crap.

Doc: Doc realized that she had texted someone. She texted versus phoning, so it could be private, so he couldn’t hear what she said; therefore he wouldn’t be privy to her personal business, that was fine. He didn’t need to know, nor did he want to know. Sometimes, that old adage was true. Ignorance was bliss. He didn’t want to **** this up.

Dominique: Dominique had turned slightly while he spoke. Not away from but to look at him fully. Doc sounded as if someone else had took possession of the man who she had always known him to be. Either that or she missed the very one through all the violence that was casually talking to her as if he was interested in conversing without any other agenda but getting to know her. She blinked while the idea was in her head. For once she weighed the possibility that it could be true. It was never anything she dangled her hope on in the past. They had an unspoken understanding. He attacked her, she attacked him and wash, rinse and repeat. Now there was a clear change. She took a few extra moments of silence to stare at him.

Dominique: “Sure.” She agreed. “I can agree to that.” The car was far too sweet to be messed up by what was better dealt with outside if it all came down to the same old thing with them.

Until then Dominique could co-pilot the stereo and the music. Her fingers in their permanent inked glory found the system available rather easy to operate. In seconds the car filled with the unexpected. Seven Mary Three’s ‘Cumbersome’ rattled windows as she sent the volume up to a worthy level.

Doc: The music was not what he would have classified as a favorite, but thank for it wasn’t hip hop. Doc took it as a good sign. That, plus how easily she seemed to agree. Granted she could be biding her time, so she could jump out and make a run for it. He would not chase her. This was just what he said it would be. Conversation and music. Maybe more music than conversation. There was something to be said music. Even if you didn’t care for it. It was better than long drawn out awkward silences.

Doc: While the music played at the level she liked, conversation was a moot point. She could scream and he would not have heard what she said. He settled in, enjoying the drive. There were options for the traction control that he was jonesing to give a try, and being as late as it was, there was very little traffic to impede his experimenting. The first song had ended by the time he switched the settings again. Now the rear of the car seem to flatten and stick to the curves better. He liked this setting. His passenger momentarily forgotten as he lost himself in the sheer pleasure of the moment. He accelerated, damn, he wanted one of these cars!

Dominique: Dominique tapped a few more buttons figuring it out as she did so. Music changed and it was a wild guess where it would land next. Meanwhile her eyes looked at him through the space between them. What he was going to Vancouver for was a mystery. Her finger tapped at the volume and had it muted instantly.

“What is in Vancouver?” She had not been there. Never even got that far after she ran into Harper Rock and into him. “Not that it is my business. I am just riding along.”

Dominique: Now her focus went back to his handling of the car as they rode through the darkness from the city that would always have a hold on her and a place she had yet to set eyes on. One leg curled up and folded under the other and she reclined a little. If he didn’t answer the question there would be more silence.

Doc: “Possibility of a lucrative business contract, for the lab. But they want to meet me in person.” He glanced at her briefly before turning his gaze back to the highway. “All the red-eyes were booked. I am too wary about flying during the day, I am sure you understand why.” His tone was dry, “Anyway, I was going to drive. Leave tomorrow night, be there my Monday morning easy.” He grinned, as he related the next bit, “I came out of the lab to have a smoke. ******* protocols .. and there she was. Sitting right across from the bank in Newborough.” He blew a soft whistle. “I couldn’t pass that opportunity up. So I took it.”

Doc: He gave her another quick look, “I was just going to drive it around the city once. Maybe twice, and put it back.” he gave a mostly silent laugh, “Then I thought, ‘this is too ******* great not to share. Someone needs to do this with me’. Then I thought of you.. you like cars. Why not? Then I thought, road trip as I turned on your drive. We would have plenty of time to talk, we could buy what we need on way, and if things go well, do some sightseeing in Vancouver, then you drive us home.” He rubbed his jaw. “I didn’t plan it. Just sort of happened.”

Dominique: Dominique looked at him the whole time while he spoke. Her mind was working. Not against what he said or what he was trying to do if all was as he said this trip was. She was a last minute thought and that was better than a thought from the very beginning.

“I know that all too well. No plans and things happen.” Her life was one big running example of such. “What does this deal involve that pertains to your lab? Tell me about your work there.”

Dominique: Dominique was completely interested in just what Doc was doing in that spacious lab she had made her way into at least once...if not twice. She wasn’t looking for something wrong this time when she asked. Much to her surprise she wanted to know this time what made what he was doing important to him. He was a mystery on many levels and she had the time to learn more about the one who created what she had now to thank him for...good or bad it was his doing and no other could claim it.

Doc: “To understand the contract, you need to understand what we do at the lab. Genesis labs, started as a small venture that I did part time, because the hospital labs closed at five pm. So any tests results you were waiting for, you had to wait until the lab techs came back in at eight am. Those guys have so many tests to do per day; blood drawn the day before we wouldn’t get results until close of business the next day.” He sighed, “******* hospital administration wouldn’t hire more techs. So what, you don’t get your labs the next day. So what if the wait causes a serious patient to go critical. Administration didn’t care.

Doc: “When I do a job, I want it done right, and I want it done well. So I had the equipment, I started running my labs over night, when I am awake. Other doctors heard about it.. starting sending me their labs, Next thing you know, its full time.” He paused, “Downside is ..I like to have the latest equipment. That costs some serious money. Can’t take a loan out.. cause I am ******* dead. So I needed to supplement the labs with something else. I started doing DNA sequencing. You know, ‘who is the father’ type of thing. That worked for a while. Then I bought more stuff. Hired some techs. But work is cyclical I need something steady, to keep revenue coming in. That brings me to the ‘deal’

Doc: “ReCorp, housed in Vancouver, has developed a new type of DNA sequencing. The standard method is Sanger Sequencing. It’s fast, it’s reliable and recognized in the court systems. I currently use Sanger. ReCorp is willing to give Genesis Labs a contract for using their system ..in addition to Sanger. Basically ReCorp wants to see how well their method holds up against the standard. Works for me.. I am getting paid twice to do the same test, my techs will have something to add to their portfolio, and I will be on cutting edge if .. it becomes the next standard. Make sense?”

Dominique: Dominique followed along as Doc explained. If she counted the words it was likely more than she ever heard him say to her without her interrupting and saying something to instigate a fight. She took a mental jog backpedaling through their previous interactions and she was right. She could say something that would have her sounding like she aced chemistry and biology and knew just what the hell he was talking about. But she didn’t. Sitting there in the dark interior of the car they shared space in gave her a chance to try a different approach.

Dominique: “I can make anything you want to blow up anything you have but when it comes to the body and cells and whatever else...just isn’t my strong point. Still not sure why I don’t have fangs let alone the working of every cell in my body. Sounds like a good deal for you.” She looked at the dashboard lights and then back to him. “Stealing cars can catch up with you and change everything as you know it.” A smile formed lightly at her lips as she looked down at her lap.

Doc: “You are very good at traps and bombs.” He conceded that with humor. She had blown up his house and nearly blown him up as well. Give credit where credit is due. “And stealing cars.. can get a person killed, true enough.” He paused, he wanted to say, ‘you need to plan for the future, create something that will grow as the centuries go by’. He wanted to, but he didn’t. So instead, at her confession of not knowing why she had no fangs, he decided to admit, what he didn't know as well. “I do not know why I am ******* shadow. Supposedly we take the path that we feel most at ease with. I am doctor. I would think that would be a necromancer. The ones that raise people from the dead. But no.. I am ******* lame *** shadow. And to add insult to injury.. Catherine calls me ‘vampire jesus’ because I can walk on water. Whoopi-*******-do.”
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--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--
Just as Doc admitted he was less than pleased with his path to Dominique, his phone beeped again, indicating another text had come through. He hit the hands free button, so the phone verbalized the text message, for everyone on the vehicle to hear.

<Phoenix> [t] Can you inspire people?

Doc: *text* No.

<Phoenix> [t] Damn. Thank you anyway.

Doc: *text* Dutch can.

<Phoenix> [t] Would she though?

Doc: *text* What's the worst that could happen? she says ..no.. or no **** you..

<Phoenix> [t] You know how I feel about that word.

Doc: *text* ****?

<Phoenix> [t] No. "No"

Doc: *text* You have no trouble saying it. Give it a shot, you might be pleasantly surprised.

<Phoenix> [t] Fine. I'll ask. You're a poop.

Doc: *text* Thank you.

<Phoenix> [t] You're welcome. I meant it lovingly. You shouldn't text and drive.

Doc: *text* Hands free Baby

<Phoenix> [t] That makes me worry about what you're doing with your hands

Doc: *text* I am fondling...well you know... *a long pause...because she ******* deserved it.* my.... steering wheel.

<Phoenix> [t] After necrophilia, autophilia really shouldn't surprise me.

Doc: *text* Keep an open mind..

<Phoenix> [t] I'm all open mind. It's one of my charms.

Doc: *text* Then ******* call Dutch.

<Phoenix> [t] I did! Calm your man tits.

Doc: *text* And.. what did she say?

<Phoenix> [t] She said she could when she has energy, more or less. Don't rub it in.

Doc: *text* And she didn't say the dreaded... No.. word? Huh. Imagine that.

<Phoenix> [t] I know. It was like magic

Doc: *text* So what have we learned from this? That things aren't always as bad as we build them up to be. Correct?

<Phoenix> [t] ... You sound like a parent talking to a 5 year old.

Doc: *text* If the shoe fits.

<Phoenix> [t] That's not very nice!

Doc: *text* ******* ********.

<Phoenix> [t] Uncle Doctor Charlie McBastardpants.

Doc: *text* And I am not talking to a 5 year old?

<Phoenix> [t] If you're gonna treat me like one... >.>

Doc: *text* Very well. Phoenix, put the phone down. You are grounded.

<Phoenix> [t] I take it back.
<Phoenix> [t] I am a mature adult without the word McBastardpants in her vocabulary.

Doc: *text* Thank you.

<Phoenix> [t] I'm going to work now before you get all cranky at my interrupting your car sex.

Doc: *text* Goodbye Phoenix.
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Dominique looked at Doc as the conversation unfolded. Should she be surprised? At this point likely not. The convo ends and the cell is again calling for his attention. She eyed his hands on the steering wheel. If they weren’t in the car flying down the road she would have left and given him, his cell and whoever was on the other end the privacy the convos warranted. Her body slid down in the seat and her eyes turned to the flashes of scenery being left behind. This was going to be a long night.
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"--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--"

Mortll: Text: Hey Doc Where are you headed tonight ?
Doc: Doc listened as the hand's free option on his cell spoke the text aloud. ****! He forgot to call Mortll. *text* Hey Darlin.. um.. I am on my way to Vancouver.. a few days early
Doc: The silence made him grimace.
Doc: ****.
Mortll: Text : Darn i guess i don't need to bother you then My baby is in the shop and i was going to see if you would give me a lift ...I was thinking about spending some time at the cabin .
Doc: *text* Baby I am sorry. I Should have called you.. I just got caught up in the moment.
Mortll: Texts: Mmm thats a habit i never want you to break *she smiles to herself * Well i guess have a safe trip and ill call a cab or something to get out there
Doc: *text* Darlin, be safe.. I will be home in a week.. give or take.. Then I owe you a night out and full body massage
Mortll: Text: that sounds promising
Doc: Doc leaned back and looked at Dominique *text* Promising? That's it? Promising?
Mortll: Texts: Hey your lucky im the patient type This is going to be 2 weeks wait for this date
Doc: *text* I am.
Mortll: Text: Why Vancouver if you don't mind me prying ?
Doc: *text* Business for the Lab .. possible contract of lucrative proportions. But.. downside.. they want to meet face to face.. and I don't want to fly.
Mortll: Texts Next time you don't want to fly let me know we can take my baby
Doc: *text* Is your baby a laFerrari? I think not...
Mortll: Texts : close enough Image
Mortll: Text: 1965 corvette stingray
Doc: *texts* Not even close baby.. http://pictures.topspeed.com/IMG/crop/2 ... 600x0w.jpg
Mortll: Texts: you should go more classic but you will get there fast
Doc: *text* yes.. If I plan to purchase.. I am right there with you.. But when opportunity knocks.. I take it
Mortll: Texts: you would look daper in http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IrmuPq9zbzs/T ... yFRONT.jpg this.
Mortll: Texts: its sitting in a garage up in Moss End
Doc: *text* Only if you are with me..
Mortll: Texts: Sure though it's admittedly not my strong suit ill help
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Dominique shook her head slowly as a female named "Baby" went on about losing her ride and not looking forward to the hike. Mr. SexyPants or Sir Hot Wheels... Whichever he got called when he got her motor going was sounding like he was leaving town for more reasons than some deal over Petri dishes and glass tubes. He had his hands in a few cookie jars. Men. She didn’t know a lot about relationships with them. She knew of two. One was still an experience that if she took enough time to think about would give her instant reason for therapy. The other was like a part of her as much as her her own flesh was. Now she ached and she did not want to give much time on pondering why. She was much better off with a pet rock.

Dominique folded her inked arms slowly watching Doc as he took the texts and navigated the car through the abyss that was slowly divided by two beams from the headlights. He likely did this all the time. One of the reasons she hated her cell phone. Once you started the habit you never could shake it or the dependence you get from overuse. No surprise that as soon as the call ended and before she could get a word in the damn thing was going off yet again.

This one started like fire shooting out of the starting gates. Her face scrunched up. Doc was Dr. Feelgood? Seems his bedside manner was well known. She almost chuckled. Almost.There are two sides to the man next to her. Who would have thought it? Not her. That is for damn sure. She sank down slowly and got comfortable. This was going to be a long ride in a fast car and a phone calls that revealed a lot more about the one next to her than she ever planned on knowing.
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--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

Cristiana: Get your dirty paws out of my silky draws! .. ha
Cristiana: *T* It seems I felt a little groped this evening. Would you happen to know anything about that?
Doc: *text* Not a Thing Crissy.. No idea what you are talking about...
Cristiana: *T* So that was not you slipping away into the cave? I would know that rear anywhere.. What I mean to say is Hi! How are you? What are you up to this evening?
Doc: *text* Really? I am on my way to Vancouver.. .
Cristiana: *T* ... why on earth would you be going there?
Doc: *text* Business...
Cristiana: *T* Well, do have fun with that. .. remind me again what business you are in?
Doc: *text* DNA sequencing...
Cristiana: *T* Would you be able to use that to trace someone's history?
Doc: *text* If I had enough DNA samples of the different members.. yes.
Cristiana: *t* It would just be one. The dreams have started to return and I am curious. I think it is time I found out who I was.
Doc: *text* I will be in Vancouver for a week.. I will give you a call then?
Cristiana: *t* See you in a week. Is there anything you'd like of me on the homefront?
Doc: *text* Check with Mortll .. she needed a ride?
Cristiana: *t* Will do. I needed to see her anyway.
Doc: *text* Thanks, Crissy..
Cristiana: *t* No prob.. see you in a week.
Doc: *text* Good. .. Oh by the way.. when is your next event?
Cristiana: *t* Not until the remodel is finished. Unless you count this as an event, the contest.
Doc: *text* Oh yes.. .who won?
Cristiana: *t* It is still going on for the next week with the judging.
Doc: *text* ah I thought it was over.
Cristiana: *T* The submissions end in a few hours, after that I gave a week of judging.
Doc: *text* Good luck to the winner.. I will find out when I return...
Cristiana: *t* It sounds like a plan. I've had three submissions so far. I was kind of hoping for more, but I guess 100K only goes so far.. I should have offered 200K
Doc: *text* That's good - hope they are all worth it.
Cristiana: *text* They are. So much I decided to give everyone a small prize for playing along. I wasn't going to but I came up with a fair amount so.. everyone actually gets something.
Doc: *text* You are a very fair person Crissy
Cristiana: *text* We all knew I would break, but the plan is I was going to use all of the submissions anyway
Doc: *text* Relax Crissy.. take a break..
Cristiana: *text* What is that?
Doc: *text* A break? It is where you don't judge yourself so hard.
Cristiana: *text* Aren't you adorable. Not until the Metronome done can I even rest.
Doc: *text* **** yes you can. It's called sleep. Take some woman.
Cristiana: *Text* When all the construction is over, more peace will be had.
Doc: *text* Crissy..one day.. wont make a difference. Take a day off.
Cristiana: *Text* I will, soon!
Doc: *text* Crissy.. promise me, you are taking care of yourself?
Cristiana: *text* Of course dear, I shower daily and eat. I was just enjoying a drink as well. One won't hurt.
Doc: *text* Neither will some extra sleep
Cristiana: *text* I get a few hours here and there. Listen to you, you are just as busy as I am!
Doc: *text* and I have a few more hours to drive.. so I am going radio silent.. night Crissy!
Cristiana: *Text* Night Doc.. keep safe!
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Dominique sighed and wondered how she missed this side of him. He was obviously an entirely different man elsewhere. Again she looked at him when the call ended. She waited for the cell to ring again. Silence finally was filling the inside of the car. She took the moment and said what was on her mind.

"There are no words." She left it at that. Her mind and her conscious took hold of her.

Maybe Dominique was the one making things more difficult than they should be. Sure they beat the **** out of each other. Perhaps he did nearly kill her more than a few times. But in the middle of all the twists and turns of the dysfunction that bonded them there were a few points she could not deny. They were far more alike than she ever wanted to admit from the beginning. Now they filled her as he went on in the background with his friendly convo.

Doc kept re-approaching her despite all her rejections and trying to bridge some sort of contact. Even the blonde who often accompanied him did as well with texts and asking for help. He never minced words over what he had done or voiced any regrets. In fact he did quite the opposite. She knew should be gone permanently. He could have ended her right there and no one really would have known the difference. She had done very little to be deserving of walking the earth as the human she was. She never appreciated anything she loved until it was gone. She took what wasn’t hers instead of earning it. She was no monster but she could have been a far better person. Her grandparents exhausted themselves doing right by her mother and raising her in the most loving and nurturing home anyone could be blessed to have. What did she do with all that? Not a damn thing worth making note of. Certainly nothing that would have her grandparents proud of.

As a paladin Dominique thought she had finally started making amends for her wrongs but in hindsight she was really no better than those she swore to hunt. She made excuses for killing and stealing. She tried to make it all noble and just with it being her god’s will. It was the darkness past the windows that she looked out that reminded her what it took to get to that line of thinking.

Dominique was cold before her brief life ever truly ended. Now she saw it. She justified the diamond teeth in her hands with the blood still on the shreds of roots that stuck out. The weapons and the relics that could be taken from the dying hands were more appropriate in her own as she used them on the cops that shot at her for good reason or the clusters of gangsters in raids that would give her more because she never had enough. Were they not only motivated for the same reason as she was? More. Always had to have more. With that in mind was it really any different what Jane Dominique Doe did? Would the god she had been taught to pray to, to follow with absolute devotion approve of her acting as judge and jury of those lives she took?

Doc said she was chosen. Wanted. In his position...if she extended her thoughts beyond the human mindset and went deeper and darker into that of an immortal it would make sense to choose carefully what you would strengthen and grant immortality. Who wants a total asshole or dumbass running around forever and the world is left to thank you for it? Doc was many things but stupid was hardly one of them.

Dominique’s eyes drifted slowly so that she could keep Doc in the corner of her visual field. Everyone that called cared about him, where he was going and what he was doing. Her cell had not vibrated once since the call fest began next to her. Her face deadpanned at the revelation and finally turned to watch the darkness outside the window speed by. Perhaps she had it all wrong from the beginning. It wouldn’t be the first time and she was pretty sure given her history it would hardly be the last.

“Do you remember being a kid? When things were still great and you had not fucked up so bad that there was no turning back?” She asked this as she stared out the window to her right. Her voice was thoughtful as if she could either be asking him or perhaps even her self out loud.
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Re: Is it really kidnapping, if it’s your kid?

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Doc was going to apologize for the way his phone blew up and made him completely ignore her in favor of the callers. In one way it would be rude to take the call over the live person with you, however, he needed to speak to Mortll, and well Crissy was just too ******* sweet to be short with. In his defense he did end the call as quickly as etiquette would allow. But then as he was choosing the right words, she asked a question. The subject of the question, he pretty much avoided speaking about for the majority of his life.

He blew out a slow breath of air. He could not admit that, there had ever been a time when things were ‘great’.He learned to separate himself from the emotions that seemed to boil over in his childhood home. You didn’t hurt, if you didn’t feel. So it became a habit that he learned to embrace more and more; until it normal and natural. He glanced at over at Dominique as she stared at him. He turned his eyes back to the road before he answered, “My childhood was never great. My father was abusive; my mother drank too much and lived in a alcohol dulled haze.” He accelerated.and passed a few cars, as “Guess you could say I fucked up so bad there was no turning back at age 17. I killed a hooker, after a rather brutal and violent exchange with my father. It was a defining moment you might say…” He didn’t elaborate. He figured she would put two and two together, and come up the correct answer.
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Dominique could have been shocked by the revelation but she was not. Not because she thought as much of him but because she had come to accept every human was incredibly flawed, fragile. All that was needed was the right time, the ideal conditions in a less than ideal world to crash and send everything into ruins. The mind and heart usually went first. She swallowed slow and hard at what she was about to admit. No one else would be witness to her confession but him. Her God left her long ago...if one truly even existed.

"I killed the two that really mattered to me growing up." She blinked because she wanted to seem thoughtful, guarded. Truth was her eyes burned. As they should. "Or chased them away." Her eyes darted back to him briefly in the pause then went to the beams stabbing into the darkness ahead. "I was a awful kid. I broke my grandmothers heart. Drained the last of my grandfathers patience and energy when he needed it most. Slowly. I don't have any excuse either. They were perfect. I was a real piece of work. Mom died soon after I was born. And I never got hit or any of that so, yeah, I was an ungrateful ****."

Dominique shrugged. So she tossed that out there then felt the sting of the truth setting in. She finally told someone she was a ******* piece of work from day one. It didn't erase what happened or how she still felt at times but it did give some sort of release to how it weighed her down till that moment.
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