10th Picture [Phone/Action]
[So ends probably the worst week in Maes Hughes' life.
Good riddance, you shit communist town.
He wakes up with a start in a familiar bed, frowning at his familiar drone wife. And then it hits him. He's back in Mayfield. He was just watching that television broadcast with Grady and that damned Russian... and now--Winry and the others! Alphonse and the others killed...! Were they all okay? Did they revive? He jumps out of his bed, mind set on the phone, and when he finally gets to it he shoots his hand out--only to find himself staring at a healed-over stump.
... Ah.
No time to worry about something like that right now. Quickly taking the phone with his left, he speaks swiftly worriedly. Too many people to address. To many questions to ask. Too many things to worry about...!]
What the hell happened? Did everyone make it back safely?
Miss Kallen, Jolt, Margot, Alphonse? And Fran--are you okay?!
I'd like to hear from anyone I know.
[He'll be checking his house over and running outside to see if it's all really true. Feel free to meet him there. He'll either be sitting on a porch with a box in his lap, or walking around town, probably to someone's house that he knows.]
[ooc: ugh, I've posted so much with him, forgive me. He had a lot of CR for this, and a lot of stuff to do and say, so I'm taking a good rest from posting anymore in July unless there's a damn good reason, like any other sort of event--he'll be laying low in other people's entries, saying hi, doing his thang.]
Good riddance, you shit communist town.
He wakes up with a start in a familiar bed, frowning at his familiar drone wife. And then it hits him. He's back in Mayfield. He was just watching that television broadcast with Grady and that damned Russian... and now--Winry and the others! Alphonse and the others killed...! Were they all okay? Did they revive? He jumps out of his bed, mind set on the phone, and when he finally gets to it he shoots his hand out--only to find himself staring at a healed-over stump.
... Ah.
No time to worry about something like that right now. Quickly taking the phone with his left, he speaks swiftly worriedly. Too many people to address. To many questions to ask. Too many things to worry about...!]
What the hell happened? Did everyone make it back safely?
Miss Kallen, Jolt, Margot, Alphonse? And Fran--are you okay?!
I'd like to hear from anyone I know.
[He'll be checking his house over and running outside to see if it's all really true. Feel free to meet him there. He'll either be sitting on a porch with a box in his lap, or walking around town, probably to someone's house that he knows.]
[ooc: ugh, I've posted so much with him, forgive me. He had a lot of CR for this, and a lot of stuff to do and say, so I'm taking a good rest from posting anymore in July unless there's a damn good reason, like any other sort of event--he'll be laying low in other people's entries, saying hi, doing his thang.]