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.
[Written]
[Written]
[Written]
You just lived through an entire weekend of which you have no memory and have a pair of fluffy wings grafted onto your shoulders. You really ought to recalibrate your understanding of what constitutes a stupid joke.
[Written]
I'm not saying those aren't stupid either. Don't piss me off on purpose.
[Written]
Or you'll what?
[Written]
I'll be looking for an excuse to deck you in the face if I ever run into you. [Because while he's not the kind of guy to assault people out of nowhere, his temper is easy enough to ignite and, in this asshole's case, he doesn't mind using that as an excuse.]
Re: [Written]
You can try.
I can always do with a laugh.
[Written]
Nobody's going to be laughing. [...He's not so sure anymore. He just keeps writing things.]
[Written]
So tiny. And petty. [What do you know, he and his brother agree on some things.]
I always laugh. I'm a very cheerful fellow.
[Written]
Don't you have anything better to do? Or are you that fucking desperate for attention?
Re: [Written]
[Written]
[Written]
[Written]
Up yours, asshole.
[And with that, the journal slams shut.]
[Written]
Kiss kiss.
[Loki knows when he's won.]