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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 19, 2011 10:00:49 GMT -5
((This takes place the same night as the fundraising gala thread.))
Adrian started dialling in the elevator, tapping a foot impatiently. He didn't normally have issues with his thoughts racing, but these were...
Unusual circumstances.
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Post by Johan Liebert on Sept 19, 2011 10:07:02 GMT -5
(( don't mind Johan, just staying up in case you might call ))
The phone only rang once.
"Hello?"
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 19, 2011 10:08:48 GMT -5
"...John?"
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Post by Johan Liebert on Sept 19, 2011 11:01:40 GMT -5
"Yes."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 19, 2011 18:34:13 GMT -5
He sighed.
"I heard back from the lab tonight."
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Post by Johan Liebert on Sept 19, 2011 18:39:44 GMT -5
"What did the results say?"
It was difficult to sound particularly surprised, but he did.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 19, 2011 19:32:49 GMT -5
"...I'm your father, John."
The words felt practically as though they had weight, and fell from his mouth rather than were simply said.
His son. He had a son, and said son was nearly two years older than Adrien.
That settled it. He'd never get Adrien back now, not after this...
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Post by Johan Liebert on Sept 19, 2011 21:21:46 GMT -5
"Now you'll believe me," came the reply, very softly.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 19, 2011 21:30:51 GMT -5
"Yes. I suppose the question-"
He laughed bitterly.
"I don't know where to go from here. Christ..."
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Post by Johan Liebert on Sept 19, 2011 21:33:14 GMT -5
"I'm very happy."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 19, 2011 21:38:27 GMT -5
"No, no, I am as well," said Adrian, unconvincingly
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Post by Johan Liebert on Sept 19, 2011 21:44:11 GMT -5
"We should -- meet."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 19, 2011 21:48:21 GMT -5
"...yes."
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Post by Johan Liebert on Sept 19, 2011 21:49:08 GMT -5
"Yes, we'll do that."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Sept 20, 2011 8:30:12 GMT -5
"Fuck-"
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