Soapy Land
Thread Topic: Soapy Land
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(Ooo)
Arcelio scoffed a little, but smiled. He wasn't wrong, after all- it was very, very nice. But a little personal, so he was glad that Daniel was sleeping. He raised an eyebrow at the suggestion of moving, but then again, it wasn't that unheard of. "A cruise line? We'd move by cruise? Sounds interesting, I guess."
Drake laughed a little at him, kissing the side of the boy's hair. "You're really adorable, Ro, I love it." -
(does Mr. Newman pick up the phone.)
Tate nodded. "Yes. Of course.. Free of charge. I owe the man that much," He replied, nodding.
He made a noise of complaint, but didn't move, and didn't say anything in response. -
(that is a good question
no he does not his secretary does)
"Oh... Thank you," Arcelio said, "But Daniel's in college, with his boyfriend. I can't move and leave them so far away."
Drake kissed the same spot again, humming. "Ro?"
After a few rings, maybe three, a woman with a nasaly voice answered the phone. "This is the office of Governor Newman, how may I help you?" -
(aw)
"They can't stay, if you would like to not have them brutally murdered," Tate sighed, glancing over to Daniel again. "What happened?"
"Mhm?" He hummed, smiling softly.
Rayson sighed in annoyance, but didn't hang up. Instead, he said a quick, "Yes, this is Rayson Carser. I have information on the murder of the governor's son and wife. I need to speak to him immediately. And only him." -
Arcelio frowned, thinking of how upset Daniel would be to leave his school that he'd only just started at, especially since he'd worked so hard to go there. He went over to him, gently lifting his bandaged arm a little off the bad. "Not a good few days."
"Nothing," he decided, holding him gently.
The other end of the line was silent for a moment, and then there was a click, and a man answered on the other line. "Hello, this is Govenor Newman. May I ask who's calling?" He was calm enough to obviously not have been informed of what the man had said to his secratary. -
Tate made a small noise of understanding, holding up his own arm to show a fading scar. "He'll pull through. Just.. Be there for him, kid. And he'll be alright." Sighing, he turned, moving towards the door. "I'll be back in a couple hours. Tell Ray I dropped in? Yeah." With that, he left, leaving Daniel and Arcelio alone.
"Something," He complained, sitting up to kiss him again. Rosario laid back down, though, closing his eyes. "We can sleep."
Rayson repeated what he had just said, changing his words a bit. "This is Rayson Carser. I have information about the murder of your wife, and the.. Kidnapping of your son. Because he's not dead, sir. Arcelio Newman is alive. And I can tell you where he is if you can promise to be there in the next five hours. No ransom. No joke. No publicity stunt. I.. I can send you pictures to prove it. But I need you to come retrieve him. He.. Doesn't need to stay here any longer." -
Once Tate was gone, Arcelio sighed, setting back down in his chair facing Daniel. He wasn't sure when the boy would wake up, but when he did he wanted to be there.
"Nooo, I just wanted to hear you talk for a second." He returned the peck to his lips, then plopped down next to him. "Tired?"
The man on the other end scoffed, and there was an audible slam of his hand against his desk. "Prank calls, especially concerning this sensitive matter, are not tolerated." -
It was a while before Daniel woke up. And, when he did, he sat up and pulled the IV out of his arm, and the little thing that monitored his pulse off his finger. An alarm began going off, but he ignored it, looking around. When he spotted Arcelio, he muttered a soft, "Gotta pee."
"Oh," He mumbled, sighing. Rosario stuffed his face in the boy's side, yawning before nodding. "Yeah. Mhm."
"It's not a prank! Listen, listen, I have pictures of him. I'll send them to you to prove it! I need your email, a-and.. Please, you really need to come get him," Rayson pleaded, desperation creeping into his voice, loosing his professional edge. -
mews
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hissss
Arcelio stared at the boy with wide eyes, his hands hovering over him to try to keep him laying down. He stood, shaking his head. "If you just ask, I would've taken you, now you've got to wait for a nurse."
Drake snaked an arm around him, closing his eyes. "Mkay."
"This," the man huffed, then paused. "I will not be going there myself. I will send the police to whatever location you're talking about. And if he is not there, so help me..." -
meeeew
"No, Dad, really," He squirmed, shaking his own head. "I'm going to pee the bed, Dad. Dad. Please," Daniel begged, but then sunk back as a very annoyed looking nurser entered the room, crossing her arms.
It wasn't long before Rosario drifted off, dreaming of nothing but darkness.
"No! No, it has to be you. He wont go unless it's you, and I wont tell them where he is unless it's you, Mr. Newman. And I swear that he's there. He is. Please, I.. I love him, and if you don't make him leave, I'm going to loose him. Please." Rayson broke a bit then, holding the phone away to allow himself to sob. -
hisssssssss
Arcelio bit his tongue, looking at the nurse when she entered. "I'm sorry," he started, "he just needs to go to the bathroom. Is that alright?"
Drake stayed up and rubbed Rosario's back for a little while, before falling asleep with him.
"Dear god," the man breathed, trying to understand these unbelievable claims. It sounded like a poorly thought-out assassination plot, but if Arcelio really was alive, he'd like the boy back. "I want the pictures sent to me. Now. And if any harm has come to him it will be on your head." -
cri
"Not until I put that IV back in," She said, moving over. Daniel groaned, and whined out a, "I have to peeeee reeeallly bad." The nurse shrugged, grabbing a silver bowl looking thing from the cabinet. "Use the bed pan, then."
When morning came, Rosario sat up, yawning and stretching.
"I-I need your email," He replied, and moved to the computer, getting together a file of pictures of Arcelio. He watched them as they downloaded. Multiple selfies. Ten sets of birthday pictures with Angel and Daniel. A few that Daniel took of him and his love curled up on the couch, watching a movie. When the man gave him the adress, he sent them, giving him a dry, "Sent." -
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Arcelio swallowed, knowing Daniel would not possibly have a positive reaction to this. "I won't look," he promised. "It's not so bad at all."
Drake could feel the stirring of Rosario, but wasn't ready to wake up himself yet, so he tried to gently tug him back down.
The father on the other end was anxious, staring at his computer, waiting to receive the email. When he got it, he quickly skimmed over it- and in every picture Arcelio didn't seem one bit upset. He didn't recognize anyone in any of the pictures. "Who are you? How do you know my son?"
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