Breaking and Entering

[literary_james]

OOC: Based on a plot device with miss_brady

James rented an unassuming Ford Taurus from Hertz, leaving his McLaren SLR in his driveway. He had slipped into black jeans, his black leather jacket, and had put on a black beanie for good measure, even though it wasn't cold enough for one

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[miss_brady]

Samira paced a long strip into Maddie's kitchen floor. After talking with James, she tried her best to distract herself but that deemed unsuccessful and the worn marks across the linoleum in the bright cottage kitchen was proof of that. When her cell phone vibrated in her right hand, she stopped and closed her eyes to fear the worst. Samira lifted her phone up, forced it open with her thumb and index finger and ran a shaky hand through her hair as the tiny screen flipped to the message.

Color drained from her face. 'No fucking passport. No fucking passport...' she shook violently. After five minutes, she began her text back to James

Nothing left to do. Have to pack and get myself to the airport. Did you have any problems?

[literary_james]

James had already pulled into his driveway and pressed the code to close the gate behind him. He was halfway to the door of his house when his iPhone alerted him of a message. He pulled it out and looked at the screen, his eyes going dark with worry. Slipping himself inside, he shut and locked the door behind him, then walked into the living room. He bit on his lip as he plopped onto the couch and sighed. He sent a text back to her:

No problems here. Left things the way they were. Need help with flights or transportation?

[miss_brady]

She'd managed to get her things into her bag quickly. When her phone chimed, she jumped but without hesitating, she opened it to the message and immediately typed out her reply

Will have to talk to Connor. Its only fair. He'll help. Will call you once I get to wherever. Thanks so much for helping. <3

Just as she flipped her phone shut, she heard a car coming up the dirt road and quickly shut the light off before bolting to the window. Her blood rain cold as she saw the dark figure of Tim slide out of a rental car..

[literary_james]

James pressed the button to view the message and read it, his brows furrowing with concern. He shook his head, though she obviously wasn't there and couldn't see him. With a heavy sigh, he replied.

Try again. Let me help you. Please.

[miss_brady]

Her phone chimed again, but she couldn't stop to answer it. Flying out of the room, she moved to Maddie's room and knocked heavily, calling her name frantically. When there wasn't any answer, she opened the door to find the room empty. She was there only an hour before.

A loud knock banged against the door downstairs and Samira forced herself into Maddie's room and shut the door. Her eyes swept the area and settled on the small closet on the opposite side of the room. She wedged herself in and quickly opened her phone to see James' message. Shaking so violently, Samira could only afford to type 4 letters before hearing a loud crash downstairs.

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[literary_james]

The message sent James into a panic. He sat up straight on the couch, his eyes growing wide and his body freezing. He didn't know what to do -- He couldn't very well hop a flight to Ireland. After all, it would take five or six hours before he even got there, not to mention going through security and customs .. What could he do?

Swallowing hard, he sent her a text.

Give me Connor's number.

[miss_brady]

Pressing further into the corner, she turned her ringer off and listened as Tim ransacked the main floor. When James' text came back, she fled through dialing Connors number and hit talk to send before hearing Tim stomp his way upstairs...

[literary_james]

James stood from the couch and walked to the back door where he looked out onto the glittering city. Rubbing his face with his hand, he sent Samira another text.

Get out of the house now.