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thebastion2013-10-25 03:57 pm
orzelbialy) wrote in thebastion2013-10-25 03:57 pm
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Day 120 [Closed] Weep, little lion man...
Who: Frederic and Jazz
Open: Closed
When: Day 120
Where: Outside the hospital
What: They're going to have to talk about what happened sooner or later...
Format: Action
Warnings: None
[After taking Polka to see the new arrival in the Bastion, Frederic realized, much to his own chagrin that he had been subconsciously avoiding Jazz. With his injuries and none of them having the ability to heal as they had been back in their world, he had been sent off to the very same hospital Mireille was in, and as he lingered there with Polka he became painfully aware that not visiting Jazz would have just been incredibly uncouth and down right callous of him.
Besides, they would have to speak on incidents that happened back home sooner or later.
Leaving Polka after politely excusing himself, he shuffled down the halls with a sense of trepidation, uncertain of how the talk was going to go. None of them seemed truly angry with him. Just... distrustful, and wary. Not that he blamed them at all. He had turned against them, after all, with no explanation as to what he was doing or why. It all worked out in the end, but that didn't erase what he had done.
Truly, he wasn't sure anything he ever did would erase that.
But he couldn't avoid it forever, either. So he walked in to the room where Jazz was supposed to be--]
Jazz... ?
[Only to find it empty.
No sign of Jazz anywhere, just an empty, unmade bed and a half eaten meal on a tray left abandoned.]
Jazz.
[That stubborn fool. He was supposed to be resting!
The empty room was all it took for Frederic to take to the halls with much more urgency, checking rooms and looking everywhere he possibly could for the man. He couldn't have been hiding! That was just silly and really where would some one his size hide in a hospital anyway?!
But he was nowhere to be found in there, either, so Frederic did the only other thing he could do in that situation: start searching outside.
How infuriating...]
Open: Closed
When: Day 120
Where: Outside the hospital
What: They're going to have to talk about what happened sooner or later...
Format: Action
Warnings: None
[After taking Polka to see the new arrival in the Bastion, Frederic realized, much to his own chagrin that he had been subconsciously avoiding Jazz. With his injuries and none of them having the ability to heal as they had been back in their world, he had been sent off to the very same hospital Mireille was in, and as he lingered there with Polka he became painfully aware that not visiting Jazz would have just been incredibly uncouth and down right callous of him.
Besides, they would have to speak on incidents that happened back home sooner or later.
Leaving Polka after politely excusing himself, he shuffled down the halls with a sense of trepidation, uncertain of how the talk was going to go. None of them seemed truly angry with him. Just... distrustful, and wary. Not that he blamed them at all. He had turned against them, after all, with no explanation as to what he was doing or why. It all worked out in the end, but that didn't erase what he had done.
Truly, he wasn't sure anything he ever did would erase that.
But he couldn't avoid it forever, either. So he walked in to the room where Jazz was supposed to be--]
Jazz... ?
[Only to find it empty.
No sign of Jazz anywhere, just an empty, unmade bed and a half eaten meal on a tray left abandoned.]
Jazz.
[That stubborn fool. He was supposed to be resting!
The empty room was all it took for Frederic to take to the halls with much more urgency, checking rooms and looking everywhere he possibly could for the man. He couldn't have been hiding! That was just silly and really where would some one his size hide in a hospital anyway?!
But he was nowhere to be found in there, either, so Frederic did the only other thing he could do in that situation: start searching outside.
How infuriating...]
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[Jazz says with a grin. Clearly he's being antagonistic now.]
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[Jazz pls.]
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[Jazz laughs.]
I guess unless you want to write on the walls, we better find you some paper soon.
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[Why Jazz, why.]
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