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XXVII

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Where's Pilouette? [ But he knows. He suspects, at least. He didn't see her when he watched everyone come in. He was then reminded people died, and today that people are coming back. But still not her - he hasn't seen her and he doesn't know. He sounds somewhat lost, he sounds choked up. He half wants to just leave the journal behind and...

Precis... ] I want to- ... Wait, what was that!

[ And then it cuts off- ]

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[ Because his house just vanished. So did the pool There's just a grassy field with a tree in the middle of it. Shiemi was out somewhere and now it's just him and Skarmy, Shiemi's seven foot tall murderbird of steel. Her and Rin loo confused at each other. And then Skarmy squawks at him before making to fly off. Rin ends up flipping her the bird before going to collect Midori the turtle and go off to look all over down for where his house just vanished to ]

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Rin. 'M Rin, and if I'm not answerin' my journal then I'll probably be at House 15 or Seventh Heaven.

[ Or school, he guesses... ]

[School - the one place Mac is guaranteed never to be found.]

Got it. Nice to meetchya, Rin. I jus'... I really hope she's okay.

[There's not a great many things the absence of a person could mean and fewer that are 'good', but it's all he can do to try and cling to an optimism he doesn't feel -- even if he hasn't decided what the best case scenario really is.]

[ Nice education, Mac... ]

Yeah. [ There's no way she's okay. He knows it - there's a sinking feeling in his stomach, where he at least he knows she didn't come back from the draft. Or at least he didn't see her. So the absolute best is that she's avoiding him - too sick, injured, shifted, or emotionally charged - to move. Otherwise... she probably died. Or was kidnapped out of the draft. Both of those are awful ] 'M hoping she doesn't come back too screwed up.

...I hear ya. [He heaves a sigh.] That draft was hard enough on 'er. Nobody should have to go through somethin' like that.

[But so many were subjected to it as draftees and volunteers and it makes his stomach lurch to think of those his age and younger yet who found themselves trudging through a soupy mess of mud and gore and picking their way around corpses. He had broken out into a sweat and nearly thrown up at the memory when he caught the faintest whiff of a rotting fruit in the community kitchen upon his return from Zompania.]

When's the last time y'saw 'er?

[ Rin's glad he's stupid, a little bit. Maybe that's why he's just not slept well, but hasn't... broken down. Not really. (he's oblivious to his own effects, oops)

But... ] Back there. Back... like on the second or third day.

[Damn. He had feared as much and is beginning to think that the only way he'll ever be able to piece together what happened in the cultist-raided building after he blacked out is by asking Pils herself. He's no stranger to nerve-wracking waiting games, having experienced dressing-room jitters a dozen times over and then some. But this has to be among the worst experiences yet.]

Oh.

[It's all he's able to say for a long moment.] ...Thanks anyway.

Well what about you?

Think it was the third or the fourth day. [He knits his brows.] We met up with her an' she patched me up in one of the buildings 'cause we thought it'd be safer there, y'know? I blocked the door with a chair so we were workin' on gettin' out through the window but then these guys heard us an' bashed their way in.

Wait, so she got stuck in there with 'em?

I don' know. She was hidin' under the desk an' I broke a chair over a cultist's head. But there was six of 'em closing in an' then, iunno, I jus'... [He shakes his head incredulously] ...I can't remember nothin'.

Not even how you got out? ... But wow, that's scary.

Yeah. The worst part is, when I woke up, I wasn't even in the building no more. Ain't sure where I ended up but I was outside [--bodies everywhere--] an' I couldn't move or breathe right. I was real lucky Steve found me when he did. [His eyes darken as memories roll over him and guilt sinks in deeper.] Ain't seen Pils since.

So you blacked out entirely? [ Oh wow, that is super spooky. He wonders if this guy has some other form. Or if someone saved him ... ]

Yeah an' I don' even know for how long. The whole thing's been eatin' at me... [His brows furrow and when he blinks and turns his gaze back onto the screen his eyes are sharp and shining with anxious energy and the tears he's fighting to blink away.] ...what if Pils is... is [--dead--] gone 'cause a' me?

[ What... does one even say to that. He frowns to himself at this, and then tries to thin of a reply. He tries to pretend he's not thinking that himself a little, and that he's any more in control of his emotions than this guy. But... ]

Oi, this ain't a chat people should be having on the journals.

Edited 2014-06-17 14:58 (UTC)

[He stares back a moment longer, desperate, before the answer sinks in and he blinks and nods faintly, dropping his gaze in quiet surrender.]

M'sorry. [He studies his hands, biting the inside of his cheek.] ...I should go. Thanks for your help.

Oi. You could come to Seventh Heaven or somethin' if you wanna talk more.

[ Just not the journals. Not causing problems for him and possibly others with a public dumping. But he frowns a little more ]

Maybe later.

[Although at this point he's feeling more inclined towards hitting the Battledome and burning as many hours as he has the energy for with holographic punching bags and sparring sessions. Sweating out his emotions has never failed him -- but the sense of freedom never lasts long.]

Edited 2014-06-24 22:13 (UTC)

Alright. I work there, so.

[ That's it, probably ]

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