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Wright Family Tree
Jul. 4th, 2014 09:24 amPosting this because it'll be helpful SOOOOOOONNNNNN
Jul. 4th, 2014
Let Me Tell You a Story. [open]
Jul. 4th, 2014 10:12 am( TLDR background )
It's now been two months since John left Alaska. With his natural Wright charm, he managed to get info on his brother's criminal record, something that honestly surprised him. He learned that Jason left Alaska a few years ago, and he felt like a damn idiot. Jason had been in the same state, admittedly a large one, this entire time and he couldn't find him with a simple scrying session??
The new information led him out of Alaska and over the course of several no-name towns throughout the north, John finally ends up in a place called Siren Cove. If his information is correct, all based on police records, Jason managed to work his way across the damn nation in just two years. John dumps his bag and his body on the bed of the hotel and opens a file. Jason's trail goes dead here. The last record the police have is a missing persons case his brother apparently reported. Ironic, really. He just hopes Jason hasn't up and left again already.
After a phone call to Felicity and Keaton, John realizes he hasn't eaten in almost eight hours. He runs a hand over his face, exhausted from so much travel in such a short period of time. How the hell did his brother manage it? He wills himself off the bed, stuffing his wallet into his back pocket before he's out the door. He wanders through the center of town, keeping an eye out for a good place to eat. It's nice here. Beautiful, really. He likes the feel of the town and instantly knows there's magic here. He stops in at a place called Quill and grabs a burger and a drink, settling himself down at a table outside as he flips through his notes and files again. As he takes a bite of his burger, he looks out at the sea nearby and thinks Jason would absolutely love this place. As kids, Jason would always take him down to the water and taught John how to swim.
He'll start asking around today. Next person he sees, he'll ask. He's not sure what his brother looks like now, but surely he's made enough of an impression on somewhere here. He's praying someone here took notice of Jason. He rolls up his trash in a ball and tosses it in the trash can, grabbing up his papers and heading out toward the boardwalk nearby.
"Excuse me? Could I bother you for some help?"
It's now been two months since John left Alaska. With his natural Wright charm, he managed to get info on his brother's criminal record, something that honestly surprised him. He learned that Jason left Alaska a few years ago, and he felt like a damn idiot. Jason had been in the same state, admittedly a large one, this entire time and he couldn't find him with a simple scrying session??
The new information led him out of Alaska and over the course of several no-name towns throughout the north, John finally ends up in a place called Siren Cove. If his information is correct, all based on police records, Jason managed to work his way across the damn nation in just two years. John dumps his bag and his body on the bed of the hotel and opens a file. Jason's trail goes dead here. The last record the police have is a missing persons case his brother apparently reported. Ironic, really. He just hopes Jason hasn't up and left again already.
After a phone call to Felicity and Keaton, John realizes he hasn't eaten in almost eight hours. He runs a hand over his face, exhausted from so much travel in such a short period of time. How the hell did his brother manage it? He wills himself off the bed, stuffing his wallet into his back pocket before he's out the door. He wanders through the center of town, keeping an eye out for a good place to eat. It's nice here. Beautiful, really. He likes the feel of the town and instantly knows there's magic here. He stops in at a place called Quill and grabs a burger and a drink, settling himself down at a table outside as he flips through his notes and files again. As he takes a bite of his burger, he looks out at the sea nearby and thinks Jason would absolutely love this place. As kids, Jason would always take him down to the water and taught John how to swim.
He'll start asking around today. Next person he sees, he'll ask. He's not sure what his brother looks like now, but surely he's made enough of an impression on somewhere here. He's praying someone here took notice of Jason. He rolls up his trash in a ball and tosses it in the trash can, grabbing up his papers and heading out toward the boardwalk nearby.
"Excuse me? Could I bother you for some help?"
