Jean Kirstein (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
wipesfaith) wrote2014-01-29 05:03 pm
wipesfaith) wrote2014-01-29 05:03 pm
03 [action/written] backdated to MONDAY 1/27
[When Jean wakes up on Monday, it is with the heavy sense that something is missing. (Isn't it strange, how lacking can weigh more than having?) The skipped days - going to bed on Friday night and waking up to Monday morning - aren't what hits him first; these, he won't notice until he open his journal to send a message that won't be read by its intended recipient for a while.
The bed on the other side of the room is empty.
He's the only one in their apartment. This doesn't fall too far outside the normal rhythm of the day, but it drags him back to a few months ago when things were knocked off balance and disappearing was Marco's favorite hobby. So he sends that message, raises an eyebrow at the date, and gets ready for the day while he waits for a response.
It doesn't come.]
[Action]
[In the morning, he scours the village, walking the length of every road and checking inside every public building. He tries not to think about the last time he'd walked through still streets unable to remember with any certainty when he'd last seen his friend.]
Marco? [Cupping a hand around his mouth.] Marco!
[At some point, he dimly realizes that school started a while ago, but that doesn't mean shit to him right now. Two options have long since sunk into his brain: Marco has either been kidnapped for experimentation, or he has gone home to hit a dead end. Still, through wanting to prolong the inevitable, through wanting to feel effective in some way, he doesn't drop his search. He takes it out of the village, winding through the woods on horseback.
When he finally returns, with nothing to show for his efforts but exhaustion, a tightened knot of anxiety in his stomach, and questions, evening has settled in. He opens his journal - still no response - and starts asking.]
[Written]
Does anybody know of any missing persons cases that happened over the weekend?
Is there anyone who can remember anything that happened between Friday night and this morning?
[Then, because he doesn't know how to lock messages to specific individuals, he adds:]
Commander Smith, Captain Levi. I need to speak with you. If you're in your quarters, I can come up shortly.
The bed on the other side of the room is empty.
He's the only one in their apartment. This doesn't fall too far outside the normal rhythm of the day, but it drags him back to a few months ago when things were knocked off balance and disappearing was Marco's favorite hobby. So he sends that message, raises an eyebrow at the date, and gets ready for the day while he waits for a response.
It doesn't come.]
[Action]
[In the morning, he scours the village, walking the length of every road and checking inside every public building. He tries not to think about the last time he'd walked through still streets unable to remember with any certainty when he'd last seen his friend.]
Marco? [Cupping a hand around his mouth.] Marco!
[At some point, he dimly realizes that school started a while ago, but that doesn't mean shit to him right now. Two options have long since sunk into his brain: Marco has either been kidnapped for experimentation, or he has gone home to hit a dead end. Still, through wanting to prolong the inevitable, through wanting to feel effective in some way, he doesn't drop his search. He takes it out of the village, winding through the woods on horseback.
When he finally returns, with nothing to show for his efforts but exhaustion, a tightened knot of anxiety in his stomach, and questions, evening has settled in. He opens his journal - still no response - and starts asking.]
[Written]
Does anybody know of any missing persons cases that happened over the weekend?
Is there anyone who can remember anything that happened between Friday night and this morning?
[Then, because he doesn't know how to lock messages to specific individuals, he adds:]
Commander Smith, Captain Levi. I need to speak with you. If you're in your quarters, I can come up shortly.
action
Who the hell is that?!
action
Seriously?
Not impressed mystery voice.]
Uh, you're supposed to call out, Marco! Then I go Polo! It's kinda how you plaaaaaaay!
action
I'm not playing anything, I'm looking for a guy named Marco, dumbass!
action
Yup, just gonna...jump up into a tree and hide.
The name Marco does stick out to him though. Shouting back:]
Wait a sec, you mean the kid who didn't want to take a lot of meat the first day he got here?
action
[Although, that does sound like something Marco would do, considering the value of meat back in the walls. It's just like him to lean on the cautious side and play by the rules.]
Are you gonna come out of those damn bushes or what?
action
But, deciding maybe he should probably stop hiding, he swings and hangs upside down from the tree he's in behind Jean.]
Hi.
action
Crap, don't give me a freakin' heart attack like that...!
Re: action
But, that's just what I think.
[:I
He swings down from tree and lands in front of Jean.]
Oooookay, so who's missing and where do we start?
[Hope Jean likes having an unwanted companion.]
action
Marco, dumbass, I'm looking for Marco. You know him?
[He points back in the direction he'd come from.] I already looked over there, so I'm working my way over here. [And he gestures vaguely toward the parts of the village he hasn't scoured yet.]
action
[He just gives Jean a small shrug.]
And sort of. We talked like once and that was about it.
[There's a nod though.]
Okay, shouldn't be a problem!
[And cupping his hands around his mouth, he starts yelling walking in the vague direction Jean just gave him.]
HEY MARCO! YOU AROUND HERE!
action
You keep going this way, I'll go look over this way. [Pointing in a slightly different direction.] We can cover more ground if we split up.
action
Deal with it. He'll just give A salute to Jean at the order.]
Got it, bro. We'll keep in contact via shouting or the journals.
[Because you can't get rid of him that easily.]
action
And was that supposed to be some kind of salute? Weird.]
Just use the damn journal. Let me know if you find any leads. [He's not feeling too optimistic, though, not that this is anything new.]