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Summary: Hosea is searching for clues that might show him where Sophie may have been taken. Instead he finds Fiona, and perhaps hope to find Sophie through her.
Date: Tuesday, February 29, 2012. 4:00pm.
Log Title: Bloodhound
Rating: PG
Westchester - Salem Center
On the far end of the Food Court lays the long, wide hallway of the Mall. Oversized skylights let the sunlight pour in during the day, while the florescent bulbs light the Mall at night. This hall has a number of kiosks, selling anything from cheap jewelry to car stickers to on-the-spot portraits, along with them come a number of benches and let's not forget the store fronts calling out to the consumers with their bright lights and attention-drawing displays.
The mall is a common place to find teenaged girls, and therefore it's really no surprise that one might find Fiona here. She's currently hanging around on a comfy chair near a large fountain in the mall, sipping on some trendy-ish coffee while she reads a book. She looks comfortable, her feet splayed to either side while one of them knocks the thick heel of her combat boots against the chair idly. Occasionally, she seems to space out completely, and then comes back into it.
The mall is not, however, a common place to find Hosea. He doesn't much care for the mall crowd, and would just assume steer clear from all the consumerism. However, this is the approximate place that Sophie was kidnapped from, and so this is where he is searching for clues. "What do you mean dat you don't know anyting?" his deep voice bellows through the hall long before he is within sight. "You call youself security? You must know tings dat go on heah, how do you protect people if you do not even know what happens heah. Dere must be cameras, or at least people who would know what dey are doing! Who was heah Thursday night?" As he gets closer of course, the Nigerian is as large as his voice, standing a solid 6'8" tall and with long curly locks of hair that fall out around his head and down around his shoulders. He is not a happy African, either, from what can be seen.
Fiona may not be… /hugely/ on consumerism and superficiality - but hanging out here is FAR better than hanging out in the dingy apartment in Hell's Kitchen. Or ANY apartment in Hell's Kitchen for that matter. Or anyWHERE in… well you get the idea. The sorceress, if you can call her that - watches Hosea with some amusement. There's no love lost between her and the mall guards, that's for sure. In fact it's so funny that she lets out a giggle, now hanging over the back of her chair and watching unabashedly, only to pause and space out again as her eyes glow for a few seconds. She shakes her head. Fantastic. "This must be what it's like to have ADHD."
Hosea's contrasting voice to the rest of the mall is remarkable, enough that the answers from the officer are too quiet to hear. "Bah, I will get da information myself, den." The large Nigerian throws his huge hands up in the air, and continues on toward where Fiona is sitting. So much for asking the locals what happened in the middle of the night. His heavy feet plod him along the ground, in search of the next clue.
Ohgod! He's coming this way. Possibly large angry maybe crazy guy incoming! Fiona wiggles around, sliding down further in the seat to try and pretend that she wasn't watching. Nope. Just reading a book here. Then again… she herself happens to be pretty crazy. Slurrrp goes the coffee as she drinks it noisily.
Hosea stops next to Fiona, scanning the ceiling as he looks for the security cameras. He glances out of the front of the windows nearby, and then turns around and looks back into th erest of the mall. There is a low growl that comes through his chest. He seems to be checking for ideas about how to proceed from here.
Fiona looks up at him, purple eyes glowing just faintly enough to be visible, "You sound angry," comments the much shorter girl, "What's going on? You get too angry and they'll call the real police to come deal with you. I should know!" she pipes up, and then facepalms. Why is she talking to random angry stranger? Probably because it was less awkward than just pretending he wasn't there. Which wouldn't work, anyway.
Hosea's focus is broken when Fiona speaks to him, and his dark eyes dart over to meet her purple ones. It's noticed, but he doesn't comment. He looks like he's about to yell at the girl next, but then his gaze softens ever so slightly. "Hmm," he responds, his eyes looking back down the corridor for a moment before speaking to Fiona. "Dere is much to be upset about. Da police are not my concern. It is my girlfriend, Sophie DeCosta. Dat is my concern. She has been kidnapped, and da security heah does not seem to be capable of dere position. Tell me how it is dat dere was a kidnapping in da Salem Center, but dat officer knows nothing about it?" Open with the issue, and the annoyance continues to bleed through in his tone to Fiona. At the same time, his annoyed tone isn't directed specifically toward Fiona, he is just annoyed in general.
"Sophie…" Fiona trails off. The name sounds really familiar. Someone she knows from around here. "I… I know her!" her eyes glow more brightly, "I didn't know that though! I guess nobody tells me anything." 'Maybe that's what happens when you run away from home for months at a time,' she thinks. "This mall is a big place. If it didn't get reported to them, they might not even know. Besides, they're like, fourth rate security at best. They can barely handle a bunch of regular teenagers let alone real criminals…" she trails off, "This is - I could… that is…" she trails off, then folds her arms across her chest looking frustrated.
"When you work in da area, it should be known to you," Hosea answers. "You know Sophie?" the Nigerian inquires. "How is it dat you know her?" He seems curious in the matter. "She is da most amazing woman dat I have had da honor of knowing. I am proud to be her friend. If you know her vedy well, den you would have to agree, yes?"
"Well I don't like to speak in absolutes, but she was very nice to me. In fact, I met her in Westchester a bunch of times… It was nice," murmurs Fiona. "I would have a way of finding her but… it's… stupid. Someone took it away from me. For good reason, but the timing certainly is inconvenient…" she seems really disappointed. She zones out for a moment again while she has another mental argument. "SHUT UP!" she hisses, frowning as her eyes glow brightly again. It seems Norg is being quite active since Hosea showed up. "Sorry. It's. Bah. Anyway."
One dark eyebrow cocks up on Hosea's brow as Fiona spits her complaint at…no one. "Well, if you were to find a way to locate her, I would like to know of it. My name is Hosea Ikbuku," he says. "I can give you my telephone number. If you learn of a way to find her, I would be in your debt, yes?" Even if Fiona seems a little odd with the brightly glowing eyes and talking to herself, one must really consider his own living arrangments before making too hard a judgment.
"Ugh… I gotta quit doing that," Fiona shakes her head, "Yeah that's fine," she grasps her portal keys, ripping one open in broad daylight to extract her cell phone from it. "I will ask my teacher about it. If she agrees, we will need one of her possessions, something she touched a lot. Like a piece of clothing. Then, barring no unforeseen errors, I should be able to locate her precisely, or at least view her location remotely. That is, assuming no interference…" she rubs the back of her neck, "But I've never come across something I couldn't pass with it before."
"Ugh… I gotta quit doing that," Fiona shakes her head, "Yeah that's fine," she grasps her portal keys, ripping one open in broad daylight to extract her cell phone from it. "I will ask my teacher about it. If she agrees, we will need one of her possessions, something she touched a lot. Like a piece of clothing. Then, barring no unforeseen errors, I should be able to locate her precisely, or at least view her location remotely. That is, assuming no interference…" she rubs the back of her neck, "But I've never come across something I couldn't pass with it before," she pauses, "I'm Fiona, by the way, Fiona O'Mally."
Hosea seems to have no great surprise by seeing the portal open, he has no knowledge of magical processes in specific, so he makes no suspicion about Fiona's activities, assuming them to be a mutant activity. After rattling out his number to Fiona, he bids her farewell. "For now, I will keep looking by da old-fashioned method, yes?" he suggests. "I do thank you for da offer of help, and if da Lord wills, I shall talk to you again soon. Be of good cheer and may your day be well, Miss Fiona."
Fiona smiles, "Sure," she nods, "And um, the Lord be with you, too," she grins a little bit. It seemed like the appropriate thing to say, even if she is obviously not a huge believer in religion… ironic, considering that to most people, the existence of magic and demons would probably validate their religious views. "I'll give you a call if I can work something out. Good luck!"
