Dossier Thirty One

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Henrietta sits curled up in one of the old theater seats, picking at an ancient bit of something that is stuck to its arm. She looks tired, though not ill, at least, and it seems as though she's been crying.]

Louise Antoinette Laure... I bet she's pretty, too.

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[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Don't ask why Crowley's in the theatre. He probably doesn't even know, himself.]

[He perches on the arm of one of the seats just down the row from Henrietta.]

Something wrong?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[EEP THERE IS A PERSON.] N-no.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Still not much of a liar, are you? One of these days we'll fix that.

Now what's the matter?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[fdjfj] Signore Jose was in France and he just came back and he brought back a present for someone named Louise Antoinette Luare.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Insert blank stare here. Thankfully the sunglasses hide most of it.]

And?

[lamb_of_gold]

[The best therapy for emo is getting other people over theirs. So have a Mu.]

Is everything alright, Henrietta?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[She nods at the arm of the chair.] Yes, signore.

[lamb_of_gold]

Then why are you not meeting my eyes?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Pick, pick, pick.] No reason, signore.

[lamb_of_gold]

Henrietta.

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

Hey, are you alright?

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[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Yes! Yes, I'm okay. [She scrubs at her eyes.]

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

Uhm....do you want anything?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

No, it's okay... I was just [moping] thinking.

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

What about?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto takes the seat next to her, looking at her uncertainly for a moment before speaking.]

Did something happen?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[She shakes her head. SHE'S A BIT FAIL IN THE SPEECHIFYING DEPARTMENT AT THE MOMENT.]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[He sighs slightly at that, pulling out a packet of disposable pocket tissues. She looks as if she could use them right now.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[She wipes her eyes on one.] Um. Thank you.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

It's alright. Want to tell me what's wrong?

[ghostlighter]

[It's the Griever, for once, leaning on the back of the seat next to her.] ... Henrietta?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Meep] Hello, signore.

[ghostlighter]

['Signore' still. Nngh. He just leans forward a little more.]

What's going on?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Um. I'm just a little tired. [ >>; ]

[ghostlighter]

And upset?