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aboyandhiscar) wrote2015-05-01 09:36 pm
aboyandhiscar) wrote2015-05-01 09:36 pm
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((Private Inbox for Mike @ Ryslig! Text or audio is fine, as is playing out continuations from maxed out posts!))
((Private Inbox for Mike @ Ryslig! Text or audio is fine, as is playing out continuations from maxed out posts!))
[Hoooly. . . It takes a moment to reply (having one hand isn't helping)]
calm down calm down okay? man I'm sorry Luce
do you have the body on you?
calm down calm down okay? man I'm sorry Luce
do you have the body on you?
Edited 2015-08-16 21:23 (UTC)
[...killing a monsterchild isn't much better, but there's some relief knowing that.]
Its, okay, i know youre not okay but it'll be alright. He'll come back.
look where are you? Do you want me to come get you?
Its, okay, i know youre not okay but it'll be alright. He'll come back.
look where are you? Do you want me to come get you?
He'll come back, yeah, but he'll still have died! It kinda seems like that kind of thing would stick with someone!
[Okay, deep breaths, Mike is just trying to help.]
I'm by the lighthouse, in Vandare. I think I can get back to my place alright.
[Okay, deep breaths, Mike is just trying to help.]
I'm by the lighthouse, in Vandare. I think I can get back to my place alright.
[hahah nope]
Gotcha.
[Then he goes quiet. Five minutes or so later, Lucy may hear the familiar screech of tires on the road before he hits the sand, skidding the car to a stop.He gets out, slamming the door behind him. ]
Lucy! You still out here?
Gotcha.
[Then he goes quiet. Five minutes or so later, Lucy may hear the familiar screech of tires on the road before he hits the sand, skidding the car to a stop.He gets out, slamming the door behind him. ]
Lucy! You still out here?
Edited 2015-08-18 01:00 (UTC)
I wasn't gonna leave you out here after that. [He hops up to the rocks, careful not to slip. She's been crying, that much is obvious, so he thinks he's made the right choice here.]
Just be easy, okay? Things are gonna work out.
Just be easy, okay? Things are gonna work out.
How? [She grasps her upper arm anxiously, staring down at the ground with occasional glances at Mike.] I mean, that's what I told myself after-- after last time this happened, and now look at this!
That kid is dead, and whenever he comes back he's gonna have to remember this... I thought I had figured out a solution before, but I hadn't!
That kid is dead, and whenever he comes back he's gonna have to remember this... I thought I had figured out a solution before, but I hadn't!
You messed up. Just because you made a mistake once before doesn't mean you're not allowed to trip up again, you know.
Listen, I know it sounds crazy, but seriously, it's good he was one of us. Imagine if you had taken someone's kid that isn't gonna pop back up. [boy howdy that's comforting.] You're right, this is probably gonna leave a heavy scar but. . .c'mon, what isn't traumatizing here?
Listen, I know it sounds crazy, but seriously, it's good he was one of us. Imagine if you had taken someone's kid that isn't gonna pop back up. [boy howdy that's comforting.] You're right, this is probably gonna leave a heavy scar but. . .c'mon, what isn't traumatizing here?
[He puts a cautious hand on her shoulder.]
It's gonna be alright, I promise. I won't lie, folks are probably gonna be ticked. Can't blame them, right? Apologize, try to make it up to them, let it blow over.
[A beat, then he frowns.]
But don't let them try to take anything out on you. We're all in the same boat here.
It's gonna be alright, I promise. I won't lie, folks are probably gonna be ticked. Can't blame them, right? Apologize, try to make it up to them, let it blow over.
[A beat, then he frowns.]
But don't let them try to take anything out on you. We're all in the same boat here.
[Her earfins give a slight flick and her shoulders hunch a little in response, but she doesn't pull away or snap at him.]
...Yeah. I'm gonna try. [She doesn't know how much they'll be willing to listen to her, and she can't blame them if they aren't. But she will try.
Then she hesitates before giving a quick nod.] Right. I... I won't.
...Yeah. I'm gonna try. [She doesn't know how much they'll be willing to listen to her, and she can't blame them if they aren't. But she will try.
Then she hesitates before giving a quick nod.] Right. I... I won't.
[That hesitation doesn't go unnoticed, and he looks her right in the eyes, serious.]
C'mon, Luce. Two wrongs aren't gonna make a right. If folks try something too extreme? Give me a holler.
[It sounds like a threat but let's be real, he'd probably just give them a very stern lecture and pizza. He then shrugs down the shore.]
I can still give you a ride home if you want.
C'mon, Luce. Two wrongs aren't gonna make a right. If folks try something too extreme? Give me a holler.
[It sounds like a threat but let's be real, he'd probably just give them a very stern lecture and pizza. He then shrugs down the shore.]
I can still give you a ride home if you want.
[Texas' voice comes not through the network, but through the CB radio in Mike's car.]
Hey, Mike! You there?
Any sign of her yet?
Hey, Mike! You there?
Any sign of her yet?
[Not even bothering with codenames, Mike replies back promptly.]
Nothing on this side of town. Folks around her usual hangouts say she hasn't been by in a while.
Nothing on this side of town. Folks around her usual hangouts say she hasn't been by in a while.
She wasn't at the mountain, she's not answering her messages and her computer-thingy's gone.
[It's bad. Bad in a really familiar way.]
I don't say this kinda thing often but I've got a bad feelin', Mike.
[It's bad. Bad in a really familiar way.]
I don't say this kinda thing often but I've got a bad feelin', Mike.
[There's a notable pause, as he lets the static of the radio linger on.]
We'll either find her, or she got back home. No real in between there.
We'll either find her, or she got back home. No real in between there.
No... there's not. [After a whole week of searching, his voice sounds tired, defeated.]
This is like Chuck all over again.
This is like Chuck all over again.
. . .
[Don't remind him, bro. It just makes him want to drive back, double check. Triple check. Not rest until they're 110% sure Julie's gone.
But Tex's tone isn't lost on him.]
You wanna call it a night, man? We can regroup and try again in the morning.
[Don't remind him, bro. It just makes him want to drive back, double check. Triple check. Not rest until they're 110% sure Julie's gone.
But Tex's tone isn't lost on him.]
You wanna call it a night, man? We can regroup and try again in the morning.
[He doesn't but he's been here long enough to know that this sort of thing happens and there's nothing anyone can do about it. After a long pause, he finally responds.]
...Yeah, okay.
[Back at the garage, Texas pulls in and shuts off his engines. But rather than get out of his car, he remains seated for several minutes, head lowered and shoulders slumping after a sigh.]
...Yeah, okay.
[Back at the garage, Texas pulls in and shuts off his engines. But rather than get out of his car, he remains seated for several minutes, head lowered and shoulders slumping after a sigh.]
[Mike arrives a few minutes later, having, maybe, possibly, just driven around the neighborhood once more--just in case, he'd thought. Of course there were no leads to be found, so here the are.
He exits his vehicle with an unintentional slam of the door, heading inside, hands pocketed as he hunches over. He stops short noticing Tex is still seated in T-Wrex, catching that sigh. After a few beats, Mike wanders over, putting on a strained smile before tapping at the window.]
You're not gonna find anyone on your dash, man. C'mon, you need to rest up.
He exits his vehicle with an unintentional slam of the door, heading inside, hands pocketed as he hunches over. He stops short noticing Tex is still seated in T-Wrex, catching that sigh. After a few beats, Mike wanders over, putting on a strained smile before tapping at the window.]
You're not gonna find anyone on your dash, man. C'mon, you need to rest up.
[Not even the door-slam or the tapping get much of a reaction out of him. He can hear Mike perfectly well through the window but pushes the door open anyway after a second or two.]
I know. I'm just— [Frustrated? Sad? Really worried? Check to all of those.] This really blows, Mike. All I wanna know is that they're okay.
I know. I'm just— [Frustrated? Sad? Really worried? Check to all of those.] This really blows, Mike. All I wanna know is that they're okay.
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