On the Warpath [open]

[grizzlyland]

|| It has been weeks since he's last seen Idaho. The first ten or so days were because he was in hiding. Now, he's been checking up on Helena daily to see if Idaho ever showed up.

She hadn't. And he knew why. ||

They finally did it, huh? || Not talking to anyone in particular, just yelling down the hallway, glaring at anyone who comes near

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[devilwentdownto]

He winces as he opens the door to Sven and his room.
Mr... Burch?

[grizzlyland]

That's right, Georgia. || Glances around. Didn't he just knock on--oh, that's right. ||

Where's your fuckboy? This doesn't concern you.

[devilwentdownto]

His eyes narrowed as he pulled the door shut behind him.
Ah won' let you touch 'im.

[grizzlyland]

Don't you dare! || Slams a fist into the door. ||

He's done something! He's hurt someone important and now he's gotta talk to me or I'll fucking kill the both of you!

[devilwentdownto]

He jumped slightly at the slam, but stood his ground.
He ain't done nothin' of the sort. An' ah ain't gonna let you hurt 'im fer somethin' he ain't done.

[grizzlyland]

Goddammit, Will! || Another slam to punctuate the state's name. ||

I ain't got nothin' against you! Let me talk to the goddamn moron or I'll just assume he's hiding her in there or fucking...fucking killed her or something.

[devilwentdownto]

Ah don' know who she is, bu' he ain't done nothin' a' tha sort you've got mah word. Ah ain't lettin' you near 'im.

[grizzlyland]

Idaho, you fucking dumbass! She's been gone and I know one of them did it!

You're not helping him any, you know.

[devilwentdownto]

He ain't been near her. He ain't touched her. Ah don' know where she is, bu' ah ain't lettin' ya near 'im.

[grizzlyland]

Idaho, you dumbass! || He had mentioned that already, right? That "she" was Idaho? Of course he did. This guy was just an idiot. ||

They did something to her and if someone doesn't tell me what I'm going to hurt some more of you. Just. When did you become Mister Fucking White Horse? You're a fucking wimp, Georgia. Now act it.

[devilwentdownto]

He stood still for a moment, before turning to step back into their room. 'course all he was doing was grabbing the shotgun by the door (Sven never liked him keeping it there did he?) and aiming it at Burch.
Get the hell out.

[grizzlyland]

|| Doesn't even glance at the shotgun. ||

No. I want some fucking answers. I'm sick of this place and I'm sick of you people and your fucking two-faced shit and I wanted to go home and my face is gone and I want my neighbor back!

[devilwentdownto]

That doesn't mean he's going to lower it.
No. Ah'm sick a' it too. 'm sick of you, 'm sick a' HQ, an' 'm sick a' all this mess. Bu' ah ain't lettin' you lay a hand on Sven fer somethin' he didn' do. He ain't don' it, he don' know nothin' abou' it. There are yer answers.

[grizzlyland]

Shut the fuck up! || He screams, but he doesn't move any closer to Will. ||

You don't know shit! If someone beat one of your neighbors to near death, wouldn't you do something about it? You think you're all above revenge? Fuck you!

[devilwentdownto]

SOMEONE HAS BEFORE GODDAMMIT! That's why I do my best to keep it from happening again!

[grizzlyland]

|| Backs down a bit. This guy can yell. ||

...then you know. If you could, you'd get back at that person, wouldn't you? Don't you think your boyfriend would if someone hurt someone important to him? Wouldn't he do something about it?