Stop, before you fall Into the hole that I have dug here
Who: Trauma, Claudio, And Jinx.
When: Backdated to 20th of September, right before the Siren.
Where: Street in the fifth sector.
Summary: Trauma and Claudio realized that no one knew where the Pink thing was. Trauma and Claudio went to go find the Pink thing. They found her, and she's not happy.
Warnings: Lets go with language. And Emo. Is Emo a warning? Cause it should be. It really should be.
He hadn't known the guy. Not really. He'd met him once or twice, but overall? Trauma could not give a shit about the man on his own.
But Jinx did care. A lot. Trauma had spent the past while feeling her fear increase as she realized just how much. He'd been there the day she met Yukimi, and the day he'd disappeared, and if someone had told him however long ago that she'd...
That she'd care like this, he'd probably have called them stupid. Or delusional.
But he'd gotten to know her better since then. And he knew now that she did give a shit. That she was fucking terrified of losing him or hurting him. That it extended to more than just Yukimi, but that he'd been in the forefront of her mind for so long by now that Trauma had just gotten used to sensing it off of her. Like he'd gotten used to the nothing from Claudio or the paranoia of his boss.
But now, he was trying to analyze it, how it would effect her. And he couldn't. Jinx was unpredictable. All he knew was it wasn't going to be a fucking walk in the park. Like he'd said while they were looking, this was going to fuck her up, and he knew it.
Already had.
He had finally had to go to work again the night before, and when he'd gotten back, there had been no sign of either roommate. And then after an attempt to contact, he'd only gotten Claudio. Neither of them had liked that.
So here they fucking were. The both of them trying to track her down in the middle of the fucking city. Had been for a hell of a long time. She couldn't have gone too far, there wouldn't be a point. Also, it had been clear she just was being....
She just wasn't picking up. The NV was on, she just wasn't answering.
If it was him, he probably wouldn't be answering either, but that didn't stop him from wanting her to pick up the damn phone so they didn't have to rely on Claudio tripping through the right wall or Trauma being able to pinpoint exactly where she was in a mass of people's fears. Sure, he knew hers like the back of his goddamn hand by now, but that didn't mean he could use it as an absolute tracker. It wasn't like that. It wasn't supposed to be like that. And it was giving him a headache just trying.
"It's a lost cause!"
He kicked at the curb and turned back to Claudio, yanking the headphone attached to the NV out of his ear.
"It's a fucking lost cause." He shoved the chord into the bag as he spoke, torn between exasperation, anger, and worry. "I can sense her, but it's so fucking- There are too many people. If it were just the three of us in the goddamn city I could find her, but every-"
Someone jostled past and Trauma glared after them before spitting out the rest of the sentence like it was a curse.
"Every asshole who bumps into me makes it harder to track her down!"
The person shot a look back at him in alarm, hearing him shout, but seeing Trauma talking to the air at his right like it would answer him seemed to make them hurry quicker.
"Claudio, this is taking forever, we're never going to find her before the siren."
When: Backdated to 20th of September, right before the Siren.
Where: Street in the fifth sector.
Summary: Trauma and Claudio realized that no one knew where the Pink thing was. Trauma and Claudio went to go find the Pink thing. They found her, and she's not happy.
Warnings: Lets go with language. And Emo. Is Emo a warning? Cause it should be. It really should be.
He hadn't known the guy. Not really. He'd met him once or twice, but overall? Trauma could not give a shit about the man on his own.
But Jinx did care. A lot. Trauma had spent the past while feeling her fear increase as she realized just how much. He'd been there the day she met Yukimi, and the day he'd disappeared, and if someone had told him however long ago that she'd...
That she'd care like this, he'd probably have called them stupid. Or delusional.
But he'd gotten to know her better since then. And he knew now that she did give a shit. That she was fucking terrified of losing him or hurting him. That it extended to more than just Yukimi, but that he'd been in the forefront of her mind for so long by now that Trauma had just gotten used to sensing it off of her. Like he'd gotten used to the nothing from Claudio or the paranoia of his boss.
But now, he was trying to analyze it, how it would effect her. And he couldn't. Jinx was unpredictable. All he knew was it wasn't going to be a fucking walk in the park. Like he'd said while they were looking, this was going to fuck her up, and he knew it.
Already had.
He had finally had to go to work again the night before, and when he'd gotten back, there had been no sign of either roommate. And then after an attempt to contact, he'd only gotten Claudio. Neither of them had liked that.
So here they fucking were. The both of them trying to track her down in the middle of the fucking city. Had been for a hell of a long time. She couldn't have gone too far, there wouldn't be a point. Also, it had been clear she just was being....
She just wasn't picking up. The NV was on, she just wasn't answering.
If it was him, he probably wouldn't be answering either, but that didn't stop him from wanting her to pick up the damn phone so they didn't have to rely on Claudio tripping through the right wall or Trauma being able to pinpoint exactly where she was in a mass of people's fears. Sure, he knew hers like the back of his goddamn hand by now, but that didn't mean he could use it as an absolute tracker. It wasn't like that. It wasn't supposed to be like that. And it was giving him a headache just trying.
"It's a lost cause!"
He kicked at the curb and turned back to Claudio, yanking the headphone attached to the NV out of his ear.
"It's a fucking lost cause." He shoved the chord into the bag as he spoke, torn between exasperation, anger, and worry. "I can sense her, but it's so fucking- There are too many people. If it were just the three of us in the goddamn city I could find her, but every-"
Someone jostled past and Trauma glared after them before spitting out the rest of the sentence like it was a curse.
"Every asshole who bumps into me makes it harder to track her down!"
The person shot a look back at him in alarm, hearing him shout, but seeing Trauma talking to the air at his right like it would answer him seemed to make them hurry quicker.
"Claudio, this is taking forever, we're never going to find her before the siren."