- Blood is Thicker -

May 16, 2009 22:28

Elise Crane waiting for her cousin, comfortably settled in a chair with a glass of ice water. She hadn't seen Greta for years. The last time they'd actually met, Elise had been twelve. She'd also met Frederick, been told by her father that she'd marry him eventually, and that had been that. Now, though, the engagement had been broken. Elise ( Read more... )

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arkhams_dr May 17 2009, 08:28:03 UTC
Greta was hard to miss. Her white-blond hair pulled back in a tight chignon was enough to distinguish her, as was her unusual height, but what made her stand out was the way she strode through the arriving crowd, as though she were the only real person among phantoms.

She wore a winter-white suit jacket over a short dress - if she planned to live up to the phrase "ice queen," she'd begun well. She scanned the crowd once with sharp, green eyes - stopping when she recognized Elise.

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cranes_blood May 17 2009, 16:54:25 UTC
Elise waited, seeing Greta quickly, meeting green eyes with blue, but she took her time in looking her cousin over. Elise wore black slacks with a white shirt and black blazer. She disliked this situation more every minute. She should have asked Father to come with her. Would Greta expect conversation during the drive?

The young woman spurred herself into action, walking forward to join Greta. "Good afternoon," she said, cool but polite. She didn't ask about the flight. Obviously, whatever problems it may have had, it landed safely. "The luggage should be out in a moment."

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arkhams_dr May 18 2009, 04:29:11 UTC
Greta nodded. "Yes, they will bring it to your house," she said, in a crisp tone, containing next to no trace of an accent. Indicating the white suitcase she held, she added, "I have what I need for now."

She smiled at Elise, then looked around again. "And your father? He did not come to meet us?"

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cranes_blood May 18 2009, 04:43:03 UTC
"Which address did you give them? We'll be going back to Gotham soon." Elise led the way out of the terminal, hardly waiting to see if Greta followed. She wasn't going to allow this visitor to dictate what they did and did not do, when they did things.

She looked over her shoulder briefly as she spoke, still walking, "Father has work. He gave me a car so I could pick you up."

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