Post by Dorothy Stewart on Aug 29, 2012 11:10:00 GMT -5
DOROTHY GALE STEWART 
“Damn it...empty again…” Came the disappointed and appropriately pissed off voice of one Dorothy Gale Stewart. Slamming her fridge shut she groaned loudly and crashed on her couch, looking around at her newly purchased (piece of shit) apartment. Located in the narrows (the only place she could afford) it was barely the size of an average person’s living room. It had a futon, a fridge, a counter with a sink, a stove and a small desk with her work-issued laptop and...that was it. It wasn’t much, but it was hers and that was all that mattered. She had been depending on her brother for too long. It wasn’t her fault that she was terrible at managing her money! ...Okay, maybe it was, but no one had ever taught her.
Grimacing she picked up her cell phone and dialed the number she had been hoping to avoid. “Hello?” Came a bright and cheerful female voice. “Hey Joyce! It’s Gale, can I talk to Franklin real quick?” In trying to sound casual Dorothy came off as more like ‘oh my God do I have to talk to you? Well then I’m going to fake being nice’ and his brother’s bitch of a wife caught onto it real quick. “My God Dorothy are you asking him for money again?! First you try to change your name into that stupid name instead of using the one your parents gave you now you’re trying to sap more money out of your brother?! How am I supposed to run a decent household with you constantly-” Dorothy attempted to tune her sister-in-law out as she lectured her over...and over...and over. It was the same exactly bullshit Dorothy had heard before, why she thought this time would be any different was a mystery. After waiting another minute she put her ear to the receiver and all she heard was Joyce’s angry breathing. “Can...I just talk to Franklin?” Dorothy asked childishly. Joyce made a sound between a roar and a swear as she slammed the phone down going to find Franklin.
Dorothy leaned against her counter for a few minutes. God how she hated Joyce. Maybe she was just trying to be helpful but all she seemed to do is come across as a narrowed minded bitch. How her brother ever married that...thing...would be one crime Dorothy couldn’t solve. “Sooooo sis, you need more money?” Her brother’s voice was cheerful. “What do you want?” Dorothy dead-panned, knowing that exact voice that he used was his ‘I need a favor’ tone. “Heh heh, you know me so well sis. Well it seems I’m gonna be staying late again, and Joyce is working the night shirt again so, can you pick up Arthur and watch him? You can drop him off later, but it would be around midnight, so I’d say just let him stay at your house for the night if you wants that.” Tonight? Of ALL nights? “W-Well I would, but you usually give me the money later and I don’t have any groceries to feed the kid.” Normally she loved watching her nephew, but oh God...not tonight. “Not a problem, I had a feeling that I’d be staying late so I shoved some money into Arthur’s backpack, it’ll be enough.” Damn him. “Alright, but you know I’m working tonight right?” This was her last chance. “Dorothy Gale Stewart, you work at a police department, you’ll be fine.” A short silence. “You’re a workaholic.” “No more than you are.” And with both of them chuckling Dorothy hung up, staring at the wall. “You’re so ignorant brother.” she whispered, before chucking on her coat and leaving.
Dorothy had considered taking a taxi, but decided to just walk. She hated cars anyway, and the school was only a half an hour’s walk. Glancing at her side she finally noticed someone was staring at her, a young woman whom she had met earlier. Checking around to make sure no one else was looking she nodded. “I’m going tonight, I promise. But are you sure it’s the right address? Or that she’ll even talk to me?” The young woman, who’s eyes were plucked out, nodded and suddenly disappeared into the building that Dorothy had stopped at. It was an old factory, and the woman was a ghost who had visited Dorothy the other day. At this factory an attacked had taken place, three women went in, two came out. One of the two was the doll maker, and the other was the only surviving. The ghost, determined to get revenge, sought Dorothy out and told her where to find this surviver, a girl named Adianna Baudelaire. Unfortunately, Dorothy had failed to get the ghost to tell her much else besides the girl’s name and her house, so she had no idea what she was getting into it. But, for the chance to catch the Doll Maker, Dorothy was willing to do anything.
Arriving at the school shortly after Dorothy leaned against a tree waiting for nephew, Arthur. She loved this little kid and he loved her. Sure, he didn’t know about his Aunt’s ‘talent’ but he didn’t need to. Only her brother did and frankly, the less any of them knew about what she went through the better. The school bell rang and a certain young boy, looking really depressed, slowly shuffled out of school. However, upon seeing Dorothy, his frowned changed to the world’s biggest grin as he ran over and virtually tackled her. “AUNTIE DOROTHY!” He screamed. Dorothy smiled, he was the only she let call her Dorothy anymore, just because he told her that he liked the name. “Hey kiddo. Wow I thought you were disappointed to see me there for a minute.” Arthur viciously shook his head. “No I thought my mom as picking me up, and she was mad at me when I left today soooooo.” Dorothy ruffled his head. “Well don’t worry about that. Listen your dad and mom have to work late, wanna spend the night with me?” Arthur looked as if he was on cloud nine. “Of course Auntie Dorothy!”
Dorothy gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Alright kiddo, but first I gotta do some work.” Arthur frowned. “Does that mean I have to go to the station again?” He seemed to hate that place more than school. “Well...n-no. Actually what I’m doing today well...it’s undercover-" “LIKE A SECRET AGENT?!” Arthur seemed to be practically jumping for joy. Dorothy laughed. “Y-yea, a secret agent. So you gotta keep it a secret. I just need to ask someone a few questions. You can tag along but you gotta be real quiet, deal?” They shook on it and Dorothy started walking with him, using the money that he gave her from his backpack to buy him some ice cream. “Don’t you want any?” He asked after Dorothy had paid the man. “Uh...no. I’m a bit nervous so I don’t like to eat when I’m nervous.” Arthur raised an eyebrow.“I thought cops didn’t get scared?” He asked. “No, we get scared, we just can’t show it.” Content by the answer they kept walking until they reached the apartment. Twitching, Dorothy saw the ghost appear again, pointing at the exact door. But this time she wasn’t leaving, and stood by the door. “Okay this is the place, but you gotta be quiet and don’t talk. If you do, just call me Gale, no Aunty or anything, promise?” They exchanged pinky promises and went up to the door, knocking on it and waiting for an answer.
When someone did answer, it was a young women. Clearing her throat she flashed her Crime Scene Investigator badge. “Hi I’m Gale, from the police department. I was wondering if there was a woman named Adianna Baudelaire here, I need to talk to her about an assault that occurred roughly 6 months ago.” Glancing to her side, she saw the ghost nod in encouragement, and it was staring right into the apartment. Waiting for a reply, Dorothy cross her arms, trying to look calm and collected when, in reality, she was about ready to jump off the balcony. Only her nephew, who was holding her hand with one hand and eating his ice cream with the other, seemed to prevent her from doing so.
[/font] [/color][/size]“Damn it...empty again…” Came the disappointed and appropriately pissed off voice of one Dorothy Gale Stewart. Slamming her fridge shut she groaned loudly and crashed on her couch, looking around at her newly purchased (piece of shit) apartment. Located in the narrows (the only place she could afford) it was barely the size of an average person’s living room. It had a futon, a fridge, a counter with a sink, a stove and a small desk with her work-issued laptop and...that was it. It wasn’t much, but it was hers and that was all that mattered. She had been depending on her brother for too long. It wasn’t her fault that she was terrible at managing her money! ...Okay, maybe it was, but no one had ever taught her.
Grimacing she picked up her cell phone and dialed the number she had been hoping to avoid. “Hello?” Came a bright and cheerful female voice. “Hey Joyce! It’s Gale, can I talk to Franklin real quick?” In trying to sound casual Dorothy came off as more like ‘oh my God do I have to talk to you? Well then I’m going to fake being nice’ and his brother’s bitch of a wife caught onto it real quick. “My God Dorothy are you asking him for money again?! First you try to change your name into that stupid name instead of using the one your parents gave you now you’re trying to sap more money out of your brother?! How am I supposed to run a decent household with you constantly-” Dorothy attempted to tune her sister-in-law out as she lectured her over...and over...and over. It was the same exactly bullshit Dorothy had heard before, why she thought this time would be any different was a mystery. After waiting another minute she put her ear to the receiver and all she heard was Joyce’s angry breathing. “Can...I just talk to Franklin?” Dorothy asked childishly. Joyce made a sound between a roar and a swear as she slammed the phone down going to find Franklin.
Dorothy leaned against her counter for a few minutes. God how she hated Joyce. Maybe she was just trying to be helpful but all she seemed to do is come across as a narrowed minded bitch. How her brother ever married that...thing...would be one crime Dorothy couldn’t solve. “Sooooo sis, you need more money?” Her brother’s voice was cheerful. “What do you want?” Dorothy dead-panned, knowing that exact voice that he used was his ‘I need a favor’ tone. “Heh heh, you know me so well sis. Well it seems I’m gonna be staying late again, and Joyce is working the night shirt again so, can you pick up Arthur and watch him? You can drop him off later, but it would be around midnight, so I’d say just let him stay at your house for the night if you wants that.” Tonight? Of ALL nights? “W-Well I would, but you usually give me the money later and I don’t have any groceries to feed the kid.” Normally she loved watching her nephew, but oh God...not tonight. “Not a problem, I had a feeling that I’d be staying late so I shoved some money into Arthur’s backpack, it’ll be enough.” Damn him. “Alright, but you know I’m working tonight right?” This was her last chance. “Dorothy Gale Stewart, you work at a police department, you’ll be fine.” A short silence. “You’re a workaholic.” “No more than you are.” And with both of them chuckling Dorothy hung up, staring at the wall. “You’re so ignorant brother.” she whispered, before chucking on her coat and leaving.
Dorothy had considered taking a taxi, but decided to just walk. She hated cars anyway, and the school was only a half an hour’s walk. Glancing at her side she finally noticed someone was staring at her, a young woman whom she had met earlier. Checking around to make sure no one else was looking she nodded. “I’m going tonight, I promise. But are you sure it’s the right address? Or that she’ll even talk to me?” The young woman, who’s eyes were plucked out, nodded and suddenly disappeared into the building that Dorothy had stopped at. It was an old factory, and the woman was a ghost who had visited Dorothy the other day. At this factory an attacked had taken place, three women went in, two came out. One of the two was the doll maker, and the other was the only surviving. The ghost, determined to get revenge, sought Dorothy out and told her where to find this surviver, a girl named Adianna Baudelaire. Unfortunately, Dorothy had failed to get the ghost to tell her much else besides the girl’s name and her house, so she had no idea what she was getting into it. But, for the chance to catch the Doll Maker, Dorothy was willing to do anything.
Arriving at the school shortly after Dorothy leaned against a tree waiting for nephew, Arthur. She loved this little kid and he loved her. Sure, he didn’t know about his Aunt’s ‘talent’ but he didn’t need to. Only her brother did and frankly, the less any of them knew about what she went through the better. The school bell rang and a certain young boy, looking really depressed, slowly shuffled out of school. However, upon seeing Dorothy, his frowned changed to the world’s biggest grin as he ran over and virtually tackled her. “AUNTIE DOROTHY!” He screamed. Dorothy smiled, he was the only she let call her Dorothy anymore, just because he told her that he liked the name. “Hey kiddo. Wow I thought you were disappointed to see me there for a minute.” Arthur viciously shook his head. “No I thought my mom as picking me up, and she was mad at me when I left today soooooo.” Dorothy ruffled his head. “Well don’t worry about that. Listen your dad and mom have to work late, wanna spend the night with me?” Arthur looked as if he was on cloud nine. “Of course Auntie Dorothy!”
Dorothy gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Alright kiddo, but first I gotta do some work.” Arthur frowned. “Does that mean I have to go to the station again?” He seemed to hate that place more than school. “Well...n-no. Actually what I’m doing today well...it’s undercover-" “LIKE A SECRET AGENT?!” Arthur seemed to be practically jumping for joy. Dorothy laughed. “Y-yea, a secret agent. So you gotta keep it a secret. I just need to ask someone a few questions. You can tag along but you gotta be real quiet, deal?” They shook on it and Dorothy started walking with him, using the money that he gave her from his backpack to buy him some ice cream. “Don’t you want any?” He asked after Dorothy had paid the man. “Uh...no. I’m a bit nervous so I don’t like to eat when I’m nervous.” Arthur raised an eyebrow.“I thought cops didn’t get scared?” He asked. “No, we get scared, we just can’t show it.” Content by the answer they kept walking until they reached the apartment. Twitching, Dorothy saw the ghost appear again, pointing at the exact door. But this time she wasn’t leaving, and stood by the door. “Okay this is the place, but you gotta be quiet and don’t talk. If you do, just call me Gale, no Aunty or anything, promise?” They exchanged pinky promises and went up to the door, knocking on it and waiting for an answer.
When someone did answer, it was a young women. Clearing her throat she flashed her Crime Scene Investigator badge. “Hi I’m Gale, from the police department. I was wondering if there was a woman named Adianna Baudelaire here, I need to talk to her about an assault that occurred roughly 6 months ago.” Glancing to her side, she saw the ghost nod in encouragement, and it was staring right into the apartment. Waiting for a reply, Dorothy cross her arms, trying to look calm and collected when, in reality, she was about ready to jump off the balcony. Only her nephew, who was holding her hand with one hand and eating his ice cream with the other, seemed to prevent her from doing so.