RunAway - LI. Down
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Chapter Title: Down
Chapter Summary: Things aren’t quite as good as they seem.
A/N: Dom and Jack’s stories do not occur at the same time.
Jack had no luck at the bus depot or the train station. None of the ticket salesmen and bystanders he questioned recalled seeing someone that fit Dominic’s description. He sank down onto a rain-splattered bench and sighed heavily. He was so close, he knew, but he’d come to a dead end.
***
“Listen, mate: you’re the best we’ve auditioned so far, but that doesn’t change the fact that your monologue needed some serious work. If we hire you, are you willing to put that work into getting better?”
Dom nodded quickly. “Yeah, of course. I know I can do better than that, really. I was having a, uh, a bad day.”
“We’ll see about that. Here’s a copy of the script.” The director handed over a short sheaf of papers. “Work on your part. Get the lines memorized before the first read-through with the cast, because that’s when we’re going to fine-tune everything, okay?”
“Right. Memorize my lines, rehearse with the cast, get better. Got it.”
“You’ve got cheek, mate, but this is a comedy and just cheekiness won’t cut it. Get the words down and we’ll work on your timing.”
Dom nodded again. “Right. Okay. Is that all?”
“Yeah. We’ll call you when we’ve finished casting the other roles.”
“Great. Thanks. See you, then.” Dom gave the man a weak smile and fumbled the script pages. “Thanks.”
***
The trail’s getting colder by the second, you wanker, Jack thought, his head in his hands.
I don’t know him well enough to know where he’d go.
Doesn’t matter if you know him, you shoddy excuse for a detective. Use your fucking instincts; where would you go?
I wouldn’t go in the first place!
“Oh my god, shut up,” Jack groaned, silencing the two sides of his conscience. “Where would I go, where would I go, where would I go…” Jack looked around.
I’d get on the first fucking bus no matter where it was headed.
I don’t know what time he left, though.
“Doesn’t matter. There’s only so many unique destinations, right? I’ll just ask around.”
Because that worked so well last time.
“I’ve got to find him somehow.” He sighed and pushed himself up off the bench. Dom had left the apartment within a two-hour window earlier in the day, according to Hans. There was a limited number of busses leaving the city during that time. It shouldn’t be too hard to narrow down the places Dom could possibly be.
***
When he left the building, Dom walked quickly down the street and came to a standstill at the next intersection. He had nowhere to go, and he just realized he’d given the director the number of the mobile phone he’d left with Hans. Cursing, he spun around and ran back to the theatre.
“Hey, sir, wait!” he cried as he saw the director heading towards his car outside the building.
“Yeah, what is it?”
Dom panted and tried to regain his breath. “I, uh, I just remembered that I don’t have a phone anymore. I gave my mobile to a friend, and I don’t have a new phone yet, so… Um, I just wanted to tell you that because I obviously won’t answer the number I gave you.”
“Jesus, kid. How are we supposed to contact you?”
“Um…”
“Come in a week from tomorrow with something worked out,” he said after a moment. “We won’t be done casting until at least then.”
“Right, okay. Sorry ‘bout this. Really. I just… forgot. Sorry. I’ll see you next week. And, uh, thanks again.” Dom mumbled, then turned and trudged down the street.
Dom walked for several blocks, thinking over his situation, before finally starting to scan the alleyways for a secluded spot to sleep.
“I don’t even have a fucking box like all the other homeless bastards here,” he groaned to himself. Dom sighed. It would only be for a short time. Just until he could work out a place to stay.
Next: Time
Previous chapters
Chapter Title: Down
Chapter Summary: Things aren’t quite as good as they seem.
A/N: Dom and Jack’s stories do not occur at the same time.
Jack had no luck at the bus depot or the train station. None of the ticket salesmen and bystanders he questioned recalled seeing someone that fit Dominic’s description. He sank down onto a rain-splattered bench and sighed heavily. He was so close, he knew, but he’d come to a dead end.
***
“Listen, mate: you’re the best we’ve auditioned so far, but that doesn’t change the fact that your monologue needed some serious work. If we hire you, are you willing to put that work into getting better?”
Dom nodded quickly. “Yeah, of course. I know I can do better than that, really. I was having a, uh, a bad day.”
“We’ll see about that. Here’s a copy of the script.” The director handed over a short sheaf of papers. “Work on your part. Get the lines memorized before the first read-through with the cast, because that’s when we’re going to fine-tune everything, okay?”
“Right. Memorize my lines, rehearse with the cast, get better. Got it.”
“You’ve got cheek, mate, but this is a comedy and just cheekiness won’t cut it. Get the words down and we’ll work on your timing.”
Dom nodded again. “Right. Okay. Is that all?”
“Yeah. We’ll call you when we’ve finished casting the other roles.”
“Great. Thanks. See you, then.” Dom gave the man a weak smile and fumbled the script pages. “Thanks.”
***
The trail’s getting colder by the second, you wanker, Jack thought, his head in his hands.
I don’t know him well enough to know where he’d go.
Doesn’t matter if you know him, you shoddy excuse for a detective. Use your fucking instincts; where would you go?
I wouldn’t go in the first place!
“Oh my god, shut up,” Jack groaned, silencing the two sides of his conscience. “Where would I go, where would I go, where would I go…” Jack looked around.
I’d get on the first fucking bus no matter where it was headed.
I don’t know what time he left, though.
“Doesn’t matter. There’s only so many unique destinations, right? I’ll just ask around.”
Because that worked so well last time.
“I’ve got to find him somehow.” He sighed and pushed himself up off the bench. Dom had left the apartment within a two-hour window earlier in the day, according to Hans. There was a limited number of busses leaving the city during that time. It shouldn’t be too hard to narrow down the places Dom could possibly be.
***
When he left the building, Dom walked quickly down the street and came to a standstill at the next intersection. He had nowhere to go, and he just realized he’d given the director the number of the mobile phone he’d left with Hans. Cursing, he spun around and ran back to the theatre.
“Hey, sir, wait!” he cried as he saw the director heading towards his car outside the building.
“Yeah, what is it?”
Dom panted and tried to regain his breath. “I, uh, I just remembered that I don’t have a phone anymore. I gave my mobile to a friend, and I don’t have a new phone yet, so… Um, I just wanted to tell you that because I obviously won’t answer the number I gave you.”
“Jesus, kid. How are we supposed to contact you?”
“Um…”
“Come in a week from tomorrow with something worked out,” he said after a moment. “We won’t be done casting until at least then.”
“Right, okay. Sorry ‘bout this. Really. I just… forgot. Sorry. I’ll see you next week. And, uh, thanks again.” Dom mumbled, then turned and trudged down the street.
Dom walked for several blocks, thinking over his situation, before finally starting to scan the alleyways for a secluded spot to sleep.
“I don’t even have a fucking box like all the other homeless bastards here,” he groaned to himself. Dom sighed. It would only be for a short time. Just until he could work out a place to stay.
Next: Time