My life sucks again so I'm running away again [voice mail] [text]
[Very akin to another Blonde Metal Gear Dude, Raiden's life has been rather eventful lately. And by eventful I mean he's been completely miserable. As a result he's been noticeably distant for the past week or so. Here, but clearly not wanting to be here. All the inter-specie wank lately only served to compound it. Winter break apparently couldn't come fast enough.
So sometime right before Thursday, the morning of December 16th Raiden leaves FOR REAL; for more New Yorky pastures as he wont to do for the holidays. The timing of this isn't suspicious at all. Unlike last time he ran away, he did leave a few cryptic goodbye messages the night before and even stopped and considered knocking on Raikov's door on his way out. For like. A millimillisecond. Ultimately, he did not.]
[Blacky: He's had one fancy piece of parchment paper squirreled away, torn and slightly crumpled as if he didn't know where to keep it, but he figures this would be just such an occasion to use it. He delivered this in person.]
Blacky,
I know we talked about it already but I really... I just... need to get out and clear my head. It's not your fault. I know you'll take good care of Gamera. I'll come back for both of you, I promise. We can have a Christmas together, even if I'll be a little bit late coming back. I will come back.
I'm sorry. I love you, and I miss you already.
- Jack
[Brock: A message of the text nature for you on the network.]
Hey, Brock... I've got... I'm going away for the holidays. Some things came up. I just need to get out for a couple of weeks. Blacky's watching Gamera but would you mind acting as a second pair of eyes? For both of them, I mean. All this racism drama has me worried. I should be here to protect them but...
Thanks for all the brownies, by the way.
[Max: A message of the text nature for you on the network.]
I'm taking my vacation a little early. I think I just need to get out of here for a while. All this drama is enough to drive a guy to a snapping point. I don't know if I'll be back for Christmas... or New Year's but if I'm not, have a good one.
[Lash: You also get a handwritten note, left in your teacher's inbox/mailbox. He knows you probably don't check that all that often and that's fine with him.]
Hey. If you get this... that means you came back, and you just missed me. I'm going up to New York for the holidays. I just... need to get out of this place for a little while. Bad things have been happening and I need to set myself straight. Don't touch the video games. DON'T DO IT. I should be back after New Years. I'd tell you not to get into too much trouble but I don't think you'd listen even if I did.
- Raiden
[And finally, an email sent to Rosemary. Private, ect. ect.]
From: {Raiden}
To: {Rosemary}
Date: Wednesday, December 15, 2010 11:50 pm
Subject: Visiting
Hey, Rose. It's me. I'll be driving up for the holidays. Yeah, I'm coming a little early, and yeah, the car's had some renovations since last time so... uh... yeah. Anyway, I can't wait to see you. Gamera's not coming up. I don't think it'd be a good idea to have a blue turtle thing running around in New York. It's probably too cold for him anyway. We can get in all that Christmas shopping you were talking about. I'd like that.
See you soon.
- Jack
[And anyone else he might of missed, worry not; much like last time he ran away, Raiden decided to set up that clunky old answering machine on the middle of his desk in his janitorman office before leaving. One can either leave a message by calling it, his 'work' number is probably very easy to look up in the school directory, or walk in his office and press a button to record something. He can and will check the messages from his cellphone while he's away. His codec, much to his chagrin, is also still contactable if you know the frequency. There is no guarantee he will reply to either, however.
This is Raiden. Leave a message.
Care to leave one?]
So sometime right before Thursday, the morning of December 16th Raiden leaves FOR REAL; for more New Yorky pastures as he wont to do for the holidays. The timing of this isn't suspicious at all. Unlike last time he ran away, he did leave a few cryptic goodbye messages the night before and even stopped and considered knocking on Raikov's door on his way out. For like. A millimillisecond. Ultimately, he did not.]
[Blacky: He's had one fancy piece of parchment paper squirreled away, torn and slightly crumpled as if he didn't know where to keep it, but he figures this would be just such an occasion to use it. He delivered this in person.]
Blacky,
I know we talked about it already but I really... I just... need to get out and clear my head. It's not your fault. I know you'll take good care of Gamera. I'll come back for both of you, I promise. We can have a Christmas together, even if I'll be a little bit late coming back. I will come back.
I'm sorry. I love you, and I miss you already.
- Jack
[Brock: A message of the text nature for you on the network.]
Hey, Brock... I've got... I'm going away for the holidays. Some things came up. I just need to get out for a couple of weeks. Blacky's watching Gamera but would you mind acting as a second pair of eyes? For both of them, I mean. All this racism drama has me worried. I should be here to protect them but...
Thanks for all the brownies, by the way.
[Max: A message of the text nature for you on the network.]
I'm taking my vacation a little early. I think I just need to get out of here for a while. All this drama is enough to drive a guy to a snapping point. I don't know if I'll be back for Christmas... or New Year's but if I'm not, have a good one.
[Lash: You also get a handwritten note, left in your teacher's inbox/mailbox. He knows you probably don't check that all that often and that's fine with him.]
Hey. If you get this... that means you came back, and you just missed me. I'm going up to New York for the holidays. I just... need to get out of this place for a little while. Bad things have been happening and I need to set myself straight. Don't touch the video games. DON'T DO IT. I should be back after New Years. I'd tell you not to get into too much trouble but I don't think you'd listen even if I did.
- Raiden
[And finally, an email sent to Rosemary. Private, ect. ect.]
From: {Raiden}
To: {Rosemary}
Date: Wednesday, December 15, 2010 11:50 pm
Subject: Visiting
Hey, Rose. It's me. I'll be driving up for the holidays. Yeah, I'm coming a little early, and yeah, the car's had some renovations since last time so... uh... yeah. Anyway, I can't wait to see you. Gamera's not coming up. I don't think it'd be a good idea to have a blue turtle thing running around in New York. It's probably too cold for him anyway. We can get in all that Christmas shopping you were talking about. I'd like that.
See you soon.
- Jack
[And anyone else he might of missed, worry not; much like last time he ran away, Raiden decided to set up that clunky old answering machine on the middle of his desk in his janitorman office before leaving. One can either leave a message by calling it, his 'work' number is probably very easy to look up in the school directory, or walk in his office and press a button to record something. He can and will check the messages from his cellphone while he's away. His codec, much to his chagrin, is also still contactable if you know the frequency. There is no guarantee he will reply to either, however.
This is Raiden. Leave a message.
Care to leave one?]