Ohana means family
Posted: 18 Sep 2018, 12:35
The sun had just began to duck below the horizon when Izzy left the terminal. The night air was crisp and she was glad she had decided to wear her jacketHer excitement and sense of adventure and long since faded and turned to exhaustion. She stared off at the empty street for a long moment before flagging down a taxi and giving the driver the address to her hotel. She stared out the window watching the city streets pass her. Harper Rock. Up until a few days ago she had never even heard of the place. The internet had painted a mixed picture and she wondered if the rumors were true.
She tapped her foot repeatedly the more she thought about the whole situation. She had come to Harper Rock with the singular purpose of finding her missing brother. Three years ago she had been in a dark place. On top of loosing her leg she had lost all sense of purpose. Damien had been with her through the whole thing. It had been his idea that she open a garage. Her parents had scoffed at the idea of her climbing under cars for a living but Damien had encouraged it and even landed her first few customer. He had also put her in contact with Auriella.
Auriela was the godsend lawyer who had handled all the legal nonsense of starting a business. Something Izzy had no clue about. The von der Marck's had a couple different ties to her family. Her father had done his fair share of business with them and Damien had gone to school with one of them. It had been a stroke of good luck that they were based in Harper Rock. Her memory of Auriela and those early days of her recovery was a bit of a blur. She had kept in loose contact with Auriela and had exchanged emails right before she had left Germany. They had agreed to meet up once Izzy arrived in Harper Rock. She was hoping Damien had gotten the same idea and gotten in touch with one of the von der Marcks.
Damien hadn't given a real straight forward answer as to why he had left. At first they emailed and texted daily. Then every few days, then every few weeks. The last few emails she had gotten had been short and random. Something about them had seemed off. Damien had refused to talk about it so after two months she had started to really worry. Her parents hadn't seemed the least bit concerned. The night before she left they had fought for hours over it. She hadn't told them where she was going and knew it wouldn't be long before her absence was noticed.
The taxi stopped and she slipped the driver some cash and grabbed her bags from the boot. The hotel wasn't five star but it wasn't rent by the hour either. She didn't know how long she was going to be in Harper Rock but for now the hotel would work. She checked in under her assumed name and face planted into the bed letting out a deep sigh. She was beyond tired and took all the strength she had to pop off her boots and jacket and crawl under the covers. Everything else could wait until the morning.
Like most mornings she woke up on the floor wrapped in a blanket. She groaned sitting up and let out a long yawn before hobbling back onto the bed. She looked around the room confused before remembering the previous days adventure. She hobbled to her suitcases and started pulling out clothes and her laptop. She started a pot of coffee and booted up the laptop. She wasn't meeting with Auriela until later in the evening. Plenty of time to call around the city one more time and inquire into some private investigators in the area. She slipped on her prosthetic and walked out onto the rooms balcony lighting a cigarette and sipping the coffee.
She looked out towards the city suspiciously. Something about the place had put her on edge. She couldn't quite put her finger on it. She finished the cigarette and retreated back to her laptop to start her work for the day. A lot of it was spent on the phone to one agency or another. The other half was digging through websites and replying to emails and other feelers she had spread out across the internet. A few hours later and the only new information was the last ping of Damien's phone before he had turned it off or it died. She closed the laptop and decided on a shower before meeting with Auriela.
Izzy dressed and stepped back to look at herself in the mirror. She had ran her hands through her short blonde hair and just kind of let it do it's own thing. She had forgotten her contacts at home and she stared back at herself with mismatched eyes. Black knee high boots covered her prosthetic while the sleek black pencil skirt covered the rest of her legs. The black side button shirt felt uncomfortable compared to the denim overalls and button up she was accustomed to wearing most days. It was about as fancy dressed as she got anymore.
She let out a deep sigh and phoned a cab before packing her suitcase and digging the Mil-tac knife from the bottom of her suitcase. She stared at the knife for a long moment before tucking into the back of her skirt and pulling the shirt over it. She doubted she would need the knife but better safe than sorry. She climbed into the cab and fed the cabbie the restaurant address they had agreed upon. She rode in silence and was surprised at how fast the cab ride was over. She was thankful the restaurant didn't seem to ridiculously high end. Even with her upbringing Izzy had never been one fore overly fancy things. She entered the restaurant and gave the hostess notice of her arrival. She clasped her arms behind her back and glanced around the restaurant silently.
She tapped her foot repeatedly the more she thought about the whole situation. She had come to Harper Rock with the singular purpose of finding her missing brother. Three years ago she had been in a dark place. On top of loosing her leg she had lost all sense of purpose. Damien had been with her through the whole thing. It had been his idea that she open a garage. Her parents had scoffed at the idea of her climbing under cars for a living but Damien had encouraged it and even landed her first few customer. He had also put her in contact with Auriella.
Auriela was the godsend lawyer who had handled all the legal nonsense of starting a business. Something Izzy had no clue about. The von der Marck's had a couple different ties to her family. Her father had done his fair share of business with them and Damien had gone to school with one of them. It had been a stroke of good luck that they were based in Harper Rock. Her memory of Auriela and those early days of her recovery was a bit of a blur. She had kept in loose contact with Auriela and had exchanged emails right before she had left Germany. They had agreed to meet up once Izzy arrived in Harper Rock. She was hoping Damien had gotten the same idea and gotten in touch with one of the von der Marcks.
Damien hadn't given a real straight forward answer as to why he had left. At first they emailed and texted daily. Then every few days, then every few weeks. The last few emails she had gotten had been short and random. Something about them had seemed off. Damien had refused to talk about it so after two months she had started to really worry. Her parents hadn't seemed the least bit concerned. The night before she left they had fought for hours over it. She hadn't told them where she was going and knew it wouldn't be long before her absence was noticed.
The taxi stopped and she slipped the driver some cash and grabbed her bags from the boot. The hotel wasn't five star but it wasn't rent by the hour either. She didn't know how long she was going to be in Harper Rock but for now the hotel would work. She checked in under her assumed name and face planted into the bed letting out a deep sigh. She was beyond tired and took all the strength she had to pop off her boots and jacket and crawl under the covers. Everything else could wait until the morning.
Like most mornings she woke up on the floor wrapped in a blanket. She groaned sitting up and let out a long yawn before hobbling back onto the bed. She looked around the room confused before remembering the previous days adventure. She hobbled to her suitcases and started pulling out clothes and her laptop. She started a pot of coffee and booted up the laptop. She wasn't meeting with Auriela until later in the evening. Plenty of time to call around the city one more time and inquire into some private investigators in the area. She slipped on her prosthetic and walked out onto the rooms balcony lighting a cigarette and sipping the coffee.
She looked out towards the city suspiciously. Something about the place had put her on edge. She couldn't quite put her finger on it. She finished the cigarette and retreated back to her laptop to start her work for the day. A lot of it was spent on the phone to one agency or another. The other half was digging through websites and replying to emails and other feelers she had spread out across the internet. A few hours later and the only new information was the last ping of Damien's phone before he had turned it off or it died. She closed the laptop and decided on a shower before meeting with Auriela.
Izzy dressed and stepped back to look at herself in the mirror. She had ran her hands through her short blonde hair and just kind of let it do it's own thing. She had forgotten her contacts at home and she stared back at herself with mismatched eyes. Black knee high boots covered her prosthetic while the sleek black pencil skirt covered the rest of her legs. The black side button shirt felt uncomfortable compared to the denim overalls and button up she was accustomed to wearing most days. It was about as fancy dressed as she got anymore.
She let out a deep sigh and phoned a cab before packing her suitcase and digging the Mil-tac knife from the bottom of her suitcase. She stared at the knife for a long moment before tucking into the back of her skirt and pulling the shirt over it. She doubted she would need the knife but better safe than sorry. She climbed into the cab and fed the cabbie the restaurant address they had agreed upon. She rode in silence and was surprised at how fast the cab ride was over. She was thankful the restaurant didn't seem to ridiculously high end. Even with her upbringing Izzy had never been one fore overly fancy things. She entered the restaurant and gave the hostess notice of her arrival. She clasped her arms behind her back and glanced around the restaurant silently.
