evandalist-in-gotham

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"You think we could have kept this place afloat? Evan knew our problems, just- not to what extent." Gabriel buries his face into his hands.

Jenna just looks tired and defeated. "We're living on borrowed time. She wasn't going to just let us off, especially now that we're telling you."

"She called herself Anastasia. The Rebirth."

[The lights are on in the Lorenesi household, the cafe seemingly closed.]

[It seems the parents are home.]

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Jenna tries to get him to stop talking, but Gabriel barrels on.

"We made a deal. We couldn't keep it. She never said our son was the collateral!"

[The lights are on in the Lorenesi household, the cafe seemingly closed.]

[It seems the parents are home.]

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He buried his face into his hands, as Jenna tugged. "Gabriel, what are you-"

"She took him- it's- it's better this way- Jenna you know they're going to find us eventually, it's better for him like this! We can't get him back!"

[The lights are on in the Lorenesi household, the cafe seemingly closed.]

[It seems the parents are home.]

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Evan's parents exchange a glance, seemingly having an argument without words. Each sharp glare and subtle movement saying something. Before Gabriel turns to Beau.

"You won't be able to find him."

Jenna turns sharply, grabbing Gabriel's arm. "Gabriel." She hissed, twitchy.

[The lights are on in the Lorenesi household, the cafe seemingly closed.]

[It seems the parents are home.]

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Gabriel sighs, introducing the two first.

"Beau, Jenna. Jenna, Beau. He's here for....well." He gestures slightly, and his wife carefully schooled out her features.

"A week, give or take."

[The lights are on in the Lorenesi household, the cafe seemingly closed.]

[It seems the parents are home.]

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He looked down, before hesitantly letting Beau in. A woman sits inside, likely Evan's mother.

[The lights are on in the Lorenesi household, the cafe seemingly closed.]

[It seems the parents are home.]

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Gabriel's face contorts into a grimace, as if he was accepting something.

"So you don't know where he is either..."

He looked up at Beau, feeling a pang of fear. Still, he sets himself as stone "I have nothing to tell you." He attempts to slam the door closed-

[The lights are on in the Lorenesi household, the cafe seemingly closed.]

[It seems the parents are home.]

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Any previous hospitality dissipates, Gabriel's face going stone cold.

"What do you want? Who are you, really?" His stance shifts, as if hes getting ready to fight.

[The lights are on in the Lorenesi household, the cafe seemingly closed.]

[It seems the parents are home.]

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The man's hold on the door tightened, as if the man was contemplating shutting him out.

The longer Beau looked, the more evidence there was of an underlying wrongness. Dark circles stained the bottoms of his eyes, and his hair seemed hastily combed down.

He licked chapped lips, before replying. "Gabriel. Gabriel Lorenesi. And you are?"

[The lights are on in the Lorenesi household, the cafe seemingly closed.]

[It seems the parents are home.]

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The door creaked open slowly, revealing a house, completely tidy and clean. As if nothing was wrong.

Evan's father looked at Beau, raising an eyebrow.

"We're closed."

[The lights are on in the Lorenesi household, the cafe seemingly closed.]

[It seems the parents are home.]

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[The lights are on in the Lorenesi household, the cafe seemingly closed.]

[It seems the parents are home.]

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[Evan's phone is cracked, the screen flickering showing missed calls and one unsent message]

"I think there's a reason my parents have been gone for so long."

[The cracks on the screen do not lend any viewer to know who this was meant to be sent to.]

@evandalist-in-gotham

[Evan's items are located near the Narrows, laid in disarray. There has been a struggle.]

[An unused canister of fear gas Evan created is found nearby, likely something he had tried to use.]

(since youre searching for him i thought itd be fun to leave around some clues :3)

Beau has the items in a room...the first clues to his lost kid....

[evandalist-in-gotham]

Evans Yule gifts from Artem are:a fancy camera, several lenses enchanted for getting lucky shots, and an enchanted for lucky hits collapsing bo staff

[Gifts are laid out on a bed that has been lain untouched for days. His room starts to gain dust.]

[Evan's parents aren't home.]

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: ...

: me too.

Text from Artem:

:Evan what are your plans for the holidays?

:I have your gifts wrapped and I wanted to know whether you would prefer I drop them off or if you’d like you can come over to the manor to celebrate with us?

:but if you already have plans we understand

: s okay u dont have 2 do anything

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Text from Artem:

:Evan what are your plans for the holidays?

:I have your gifts wrapped and I wanted to know whether you would prefer I drop them off or if you’d like you can come over to the manor to celebrate with us?

:but if you already have plans we understand

: s okay u dont have 2 do anything

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Evan looked away as he heard the mechanisms of the grappling hook, ignoring the twinge of regret in his chest at the breaking of her voice.

*follows you quietly from rooftops as you take a walk alone*

~@gotham-s-nightingale

Evan looked around uneasily, huddling something to his chest. He flinched at passers-by and keeping a wideberth of narrow alleys, but otherwise kept staring at the ground. Slowly he walked, as the population around him lessened.

Suddenly, he whipped around, glancing through the rooftops. The sudden movement revealed what he was holding, a pipe. Seems the paranoia wasn't completely gone after all.

Piercing brown eyes scoured through the rooftops, searching.

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Evan took in a sharp inhale as fury marred his features, clouding over any other emotion that had painted his face.

"Oh? So that's it, huh?"

He took a step forward, forcing Nightingale to take one step back.

"Poor little Evan can't defend himself, and he's too stupid to be left alone?" Each pause was punctuated by a step, clenched fists and fury in his wake.

Any chance of rebuttal from Nightingale was shut down, Evan on too much of a tirade to care what the other thought.

"Well, news flash, I've been by myself for longer than you even know! And I'm not dead yet! So fuck you, and fuck your stupid little family you've made up in your head!" He pushed against Nightingale.

*follows you quietly from rooftops as you take a walk alone*

~@gotham-s-nightingale

Evan looked around uneasily, huddling something to his chest. He flinched at passers-by and keeping a wideberth of narrow alleys, but otherwise kept staring at the ground. Slowly he walked, as the population around him lessened.

Suddenly, he whipped around, glancing through the rooftops. The sudden movement revealed what he was holding, a pipe. Seems the paranoia wasn't completely gone after all.

Piercing brown eyes scoured through the rooftops, searching.