1st Sandvich!
[Heavy woke up in a place that looked nothing like where he'd been prior. RED base was hardly this comfy and nice smelling. It smelled like MEN. Not... nice pretty flowers. But that was unimportant. He'd woken up in a new place sure, but he'd woken up in a new place sure without something he SHOULD have. Anyone walking by 307 Miller Street might hear loud calls of "SASHA?!" then a pause then "SASHA?!" again.
He's running around the house, none to quietly, peeking inside the stove, in the sink, under the table, in the fridge-- oh that food looks delicio-- WAIT. Not in there either. So he'll run into the bathroom. Fling the shower curtain open "SASHA?", lift the toilet seat cover up "SASHA?!", even look in the medicine cabinet.
Running into the next room, he'll grab the phone, holding the receiver between large thumb and pointer finger.]
... Sasha?
[Okay no answer. So he'll drop that. Now his calls for this Sasha can be heard in varying volumes over the phone as well, depending on which room he's in. Eventually he'll just run out the door and stand at the very end of the path leading up to the entrance of the house. He's a little out of breath, shoulders slumped, looking quite upset. His jaw then sets crookedly into a scowl and he straightens up his posture, big meaty fists clenched at his side.]
Alright... WHO TOOK MY GUN?!
[No answer, but he would find out. And he would crush them. Break them in two and enjoy every second of it. Starting to run down the street, he'll pound a fist into his open hand, looking for a fight and some answers. But he can't do this alone. No he can't. So have his beautiful voice calling out for the one man who could help him in this endeavor.]
MEEEEEDIIIIIC! [A pause to take a deep breath.] DOKTOR!
He's running around the house, none to quietly, peeking inside the stove, in the sink, under the table, in the fridge-- oh that food looks delicio-- WAIT. Not in there either. So he'll run into the bathroom. Fling the shower curtain open "SASHA?", lift the toilet seat cover up "SASHA?!", even look in the medicine cabinet.
Running into the next room, he'll grab the phone, holding the receiver between large thumb and pointer finger.]
... Sasha?
[Okay no answer. So he'll drop that. Now his calls for this Sasha can be heard in varying volumes over the phone as well, depending on which room he's in. Eventually he'll just run out the door and stand at the very end of the path leading up to the entrance of the house. He's a little out of breath, shoulders slumped, looking quite upset. His jaw then sets crookedly into a scowl and he straightens up his posture, big meaty fists clenched at his side.]
Alright... WHO TOOK MY GUN?!
[No answer, but he would find out. And he would crush them. Break them in two and enjoy every second of it. Starting to run down the street, he'll pound a fist into his open hand, looking for a fight and some answers. But he can't do this alone. No he can't. So have his beautiful voice calling out for the one man who could help him in this endeavor.]
MEEEEEDIIIIIC! [A pause to take a deep breath.] DOKTOR!