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You really can't go home again
Feb. 27th, 2012 11:11 amGotham hadn't changed much in five years. Why she thought it might she had no idea. There was still the same thickness in the air, a perpetual gray November afternoon. Didn't the sun shine here anymore?
She remembered sunshine, warmth and happiness here once. But that was before...
Before everything. Before they took it all away from her and she'd taken anything left and destroyed it. She'd left this place before, escaped she told herself, but there was never an escape from her own mind, from her own heart.
It took five years before she came back this time. She told herself it was to collect the last of her father's holdings. The few stashes of money and sentimental items that remained in his safe deposit box. She knew it was risky, and she surely didn't need the money. It was about dad's things, about a piece of home and what little of mom she had left. Sure, that was what she told herself.
Why was she really back though? A shadow flickered across the passenger window of the taxi and her heart leaped. Was it..? No, even he wouldn't know she was here. She was flying under the radar quite literally. Her flight in had been privately chartered, even this taxi had been prearranged to get her to the hotel. Had she been careless though? And if she was, was it subconsciously intentional?
Andrea Beaumont had left Gotham before, once swept away by her father and then by her own guilt. Why had she gone back to leave the locket though? Had he even found it... would he even care?
It didn't matter, she chided herself as the taxi pulled up alongside the hotel. "Here we are Miss." She nodded her thanks and got out as he removed her bags from the trunk. Short stay but she needed room for what was going back. The doorman greeted her, "Welcome to the Gotham Plaza, may I take your bags Miss..?"
Andi looked at him and nodded to her bags. "Benson, Angie Benson. I believe room thirty fourteen is reserved for me. If you would take my bags up." The doorman nodded and escorted her inside to get her key at the desk while he loaded her bags.
Ten minutes later she was standing at the window overlooking Gotham. It was turning night with the hazy gray of Gotham's own brand of sunset. The rain was just beginning to fall. She let her forehead press against the cool glass, her eyes sliding shut. "Welcome home Andi."
She remembered sunshine, warmth and happiness here once. But that was before...
Before everything. Before they took it all away from her and she'd taken anything left and destroyed it. She'd left this place before, escaped she told herself, but there was never an escape from her own mind, from her own heart.
It took five years before she came back this time. She told herself it was to collect the last of her father's holdings. The few stashes of money and sentimental items that remained in his safe deposit box. She knew it was risky, and she surely didn't need the money. It was about dad's things, about a piece of home and what little of mom she had left. Sure, that was what she told herself.
Why was she really back though? A shadow flickered across the passenger window of the taxi and her heart leaped. Was it..? No, even he wouldn't know she was here. She was flying under the radar quite literally. Her flight in had been privately chartered, even this taxi had been prearranged to get her to the hotel. Had she been careless though? And if she was, was it subconsciously intentional?
Andrea Beaumont had left Gotham before, once swept away by her father and then by her own guilt. Why had she gone back to leave the locket though? Had he even found it... would he even care?
It didn't matter, she chided herself as the taxi pulled up alongside the hotel. "Here we are Miss." She nodded her thanks and got out as he removed her bags from the trunk. Short stay but she needed room for what was going back. The doorman greeted her, "Welcome to the Gotham Plaza, may I take your bags Miss..?"
Andi looked at him and nodded to her bags. "Benson, Angie Benson. I believe room thirty fourteen is reserved for me. If you would take my bags up." The doorman nodded and escorted her inside to get her key at the desk while he loaded her bags.
Ten minutes later she was standing at the window overlooking Gotham. It was turning night with the hazy gray of Gotham's own brand of sunset. The rain was just beginning to fall. She let her forehead press against the cool glass, her eyes sliding shut. "Welcome home Andi."
