((Taking place some time after Lenor is kidnapped by the Prince.))

The preacher had returned to Lenor’s apartment in the morning, having spent the night seeking his own answers. He had expected to find her back from work by then, and is surprised to find the place empty, as she obviously hadn’t been home yet.

This was troubling for several reasons, considering the current happenings in the city. He checks his phone for any missed calls, and seeing none, he tries hers… and gets no answer, not even a ring, just her voicemail. He leaves a message, in a slightly worried question. “Where are you?”

Right after, he searches around her apartment for another number. The first he comes across is one to the radio station she works at, the second, is on a piece of paper he spotted sticking out of a pair of his discarded jeans, belonging to a woman Lenor had said she met the night before. He dials the first number to reach her work, hoping someone is there who can help…

Amanda and Lenor hang out sometimes, and Amanda can be a bit needy...so when none of her calls were returned...she went all emo and began to think Lenor was mad at her and just not talking to her.
So what does Amanda do, go right to her house. She marches up the stairs of Lenor's apartment complex, but pauses when she notices someone's at home. She smiles..nervously. She knocks on the door.
"Lenor honey! Um...it's Amanda...if I pissed you off, I'm sorry."
She twirls the freshly painted black rose in her hands....Kind of a masculine thing to do and she was begining to understand why kids in high school thought she was gay...

A few seconds after she knocks, the door opens.. but it isn't Lenor that answers. It's the young preacher. That was probably the last person she would expect to see in the Goth's apartment.

There is a brief pause of surprise, perhaps on both ends, before he speaks. "You're a friend of Lenor's?"

she blinks at him, dropping the rose behind her.
"Yeah, she and I work together...and hang sometimes," she says as she clears her throat. "I thought she might be mad at me for not backing her at the show..."
She peeks behind him and then looks back at him.
"She's not here?" concern and worry coat her words like a thick syrup.

"No." The Reverend furrowing his brow. "It doesn't look like she came home from work at all. I have tried her cell and get no answer, as if her phone is off or getting no signal."

He steps back, letting her in if she wanted to look. He is still holding his own cell phone as if he had been calling people all morning.

"So she was at work last night at least? What would make her angry? Do you know if she went straight home?" He didn't mean to drill her with questions, but the preacher is obviously worried as well.

"The last thing she said to me yesterday was that she was going to the gardens...I figured she ment the sculpture gardens and stuff," she sighs. She doesn't come in. "So, she was kinda of hurried last night...I seriously doubt she came home. As for what would make her angry...she wanted to plug about that cult and Drake and I both decided not too. I figured she'd be mad for not having her back."

Desmond frowns a little as he thinks about all this. He sighs. "I told her not to do that." As she tells him how she wanted to talk about the bombing.

"If she was angry, I could understand her needing some time alone, perhaps, but I don't think she would stop answering all her calls. And why the Gardens? It just does not seem right. Do you think we aught to call the police?"

"It hasn't been twenty-four hours yet. It's onbly been about what? Twelve. I think we should probably check out the gardens...I don't know why she went there...unless..."
Amanda blinks as an epiphany rolls through her.
"We have to stop at the radio station first."

He nods as he begins to agree with her idea.

"Alright. I tried calling the station before you showed up but didn't get much. Do you know where these gardens are?" He grabs a jacket, already stepping outside to join her, locking the door behind him. He must have been staying there if he has a key.

She just tucks the rose into her jacket while Desmond locks the door. She does note the key. She thinks about it a moment, as the proverbial devil leaps from her head to stand on her shoulder.
It gives her the finger before pulling a bullhorn out of it's ass and screaming, "They FUCKED!"
Amanda swats at the invisible devil on her shoulder and smiles to Desmond.
"Great, you don't happen to have a car do ya? And, I know where everything is."

He is nicely oblivious to any speculation being made about the key. He possibly should worry about it, but right now it is the last thing on his mind.

He nods once. "Alright, good. I can drive us there."

And he starts down the stairs to get out to the street where his car is parked. It's an old used vehicle, but it still works. He probably doesn't use it much anyway. The door is unlocked so she can get in the passenger side.

"Just tell me where to go."

"Fantastic," she says as she moves around to the passenger side and gets in.

(Move to nightwatch)

(continuing here from Cullen Sculpture Gardens to not have to start another thread)

Desmond drove them both back to Lenor's apartment downtown, parking the car outside, stepping out and waiting for Amanda before heading inside and up to Lenor's room. He has his key out to let them inside.

She waits for him to enter first before following behind him. She looks around the apartment.
Now, if she were Lenor, wher would she keep her little black book. Silently, she moves past Desmond and into the bedroom. She begins to search through her night stands.

The reverend closes the door, letting Amanda past as she goes in search of this book.

"What are you looking for?" As he starts to look around the apartment a bit more. Desmond only had a few of his own things there at this point. He hadn't been staying there long and how long he would be staying was uncertain.

"An address book or something. A clue..." she stops and sits down on the side fo the bed. "Is there anything on her voicemail aside from us calling?"

"I wouldn't know how to access her voicemail." He muses, searching around still. "And there isn't much I could find as far as clues... just the numbers I gave you. There may not be much else to find here. If she only just left the night she got the message, she could be anywhere... but I suppose we don't have many other options than to check places she has been before..." He checks the time every so often.

*There isn't much for them to find, normal bedroom things, Amanda would even find a couple of toys, the kind that vibrate, cleverly hidden in her bedside table drawer, under a few bras and underwear. Should she venture further into the drawer she would find a lovely black leather bound Diary*

Amanda sees the toys and various other things. She can't help but smile. Her smile grows wider as her fingers find her black bound diary. She sits back on the bed, reaching into her pocket. With a skiled flick of her wrist, she unfurls the blade. She uses the blade to break the lock on her diary. She glances up to Desmond. Not sure if he would protest. She opens the book and begins to read over some of the excerts. Lenor definately put her deepest darkest secrets in here, some of her confessions made Amanda blush, especially the part about her. She continues on until she reads about Dierde and then finally Desmond. Her suspiscions confirmed, but the last entry said something about seeking out this woman again. She sighs softly, replacing the book where she found it. If this lady lover hurt Lenor...Amanda quells her rage, her hands tangled up in Lenor's pretty sheets. She glances to the clock, then to Desmond.
"I think we definately need to go to the Thorns..."
Her mind is racing, hope is actually begining to fade. She begins to shake some, her eyes watering up. But, she is a prideful creature, and forces such emotions back inside her. She stands and looks to the reverend.

The preacher was busy looking elsewhere when Amanda found the diary, or else he may have tried to stop her. He stops when he hears her.

"Why? What..." Pausing as he sees her with the little book of private thoughts. His eyes widen a little.

"You read her diary?" Maybe in the circumstances, breaching such trust would be a necessity, but maybe he also knows what might be written in there... A small wince, but he doesn't ask more than: "Did she say something about going back there?"