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Allison Hargreeves | #00.03 ([personal profile] numberthree) wrote2021-04-12 10:49 am

Mask or Menace ☂ IC Phone Post

INBOX Voice | Text | Call | Video | Surprise Me A flat computer automated voice comes on and states in monotone: "This is the voicemail box for Allison Hargreeves. Leave a message at the beep."

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[personal profile] obediences 2020-06-09 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ You'd think he'd be used to this by now.
You'd think each successive disappearance might hurt less and less, like a calcified wound, scarred over and healing. It's supposed to hurt less when it's not family, either. So you'd think.
But.
]

Shaun is gone.
The Masons, I mean. Both of them. Shaun and George. They're both gone.


[ This one stings like hell. Because Shaun had promised. Luther knows it's childish and unreasonable, like a talisman against disaster, and a pledge they obviously couldn't keep if the Porter decided to act up, but—

But you're not gonna get stuck alone in this place. For one thing, I'm way too annoying as a friend to let you have that much peace and quiet.
]
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[personal profile] obediences 2020-06-16 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
The same way as always. How else?

[ The Porter, with all its goddamn whims, taking and giving and taking. Luther's accustomed to rolling with the punches, but he's getting tired of this particular blow. ]

I'm on my way home. Their usernames are deactivated on the network; I even swung by their apartment to double-check. Gone.