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All the explanations in the world wouldn't make either the Rockbells or Al understand why Edward suddenly needs to go to Central, so all he does is leave a note early in the morning before taking off at about one AM. It explains where he's gone ( to the city, to see an old friend ) and that he'll be back as soon as possible. He catches the last possible train out of town, after borrowing a few dollars from the cookie-jar stash.
Ed thinks he'll probably get punched for taking off, and definately get punched for borrowing cash, but it's all worth it in the end. Worth it, that is, until he reachs Central a train-ride later and realizes that he has no fucking clue where he's going. No damn clue, and he used up the money on the way here, so he can't even buy anyone off to tell him where to go.
Or use a phone book to try to call Roy to warn him in advance. He'd neglected to do that, too, so he's not even being picked up at the train station. He'd thought it'd be nice to give the guy a surprise, despite the fact old age risks heart attacks - but now it's just left him abandoned.
It's three PM, and he hasn't slept all the way here, thinking through all the possible scenerios. He kind of forgot to eat lunch, too, in all of the hubbub, and now he can't even fix that, either. What had started off as an awesome idea has ended up with a miserable Elric, until he figures out that this probably won't take as much detective work as he thinks it will. If Bradley had lived in a mansion that was pretty prominent, Roy probably does too. Ed's damn sure it wouldn't be the same one, but after asking around, he's figured out where to go. Now it's just a matter of sneaking in, and making use of his good old ninja-like powers.
Well. They had been 'good old ninja-like powers', once upon a time, but it seems like security's been improved. No surprise on that one, they're living by Mustang standards now, and those are harsh enough to make grown men cry. Edward manages to sneak exactly twenty feet onto the grounds before he's snapped right up by some bozo who thinks it's funny to lift him up by the collar and try to drag him away.
"HEY," Ed objects, far too loudly for anyone's tastes. "LET THE HELL GO OF ME. WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE. CALL HIM ON THE PHONE, HE'LL PUNCH YOU FOR GRABBING ME. DON'T YOU KNOW WHO I AM, I'M ALLOWED TO BE HERE. YOU BASTARD, YOU'RE GOING TO GET FIRED, AND I'LL PERSONALLY GET TO KICK YOU IN THE ASS."
Rant, rant, rave, rave. But it has no affect on the man, who's deftly dragging Ed off the grounds.
D:.
Ed thinks he'll probably get punched for taking off, and definately get punched for borrowing cash, but it's all worth it in the end. Worth it, that is, until he reachs Central a train-ride later and realizes that he has no fucking clue where he's going. No damn clue, and he used up the money on the way here, so he can't even buy anyone off to tell him where to go.
Or use a phone book to try to call Roy to warn him in advance. He'd neglected to do that, too, so he's not even being picked up at the train station. He'd thought it'd be nice to give the guy a surprise, despite the fact old age risks heart attacks - but now it's just left him abandoned.
It's three PM, and he hasn't slept all the way here, thinking through all the possible scenerios. He kind of forgot to eat lunch, too, in all of the hubbub, and now he can't even fix that, either. What had started off as an awesome idea has ended up with a miserable Elric, until he figures out that this probably won't take as much detective work as he thinks it will. If Bradley had lived in a mansion that was pretty prominent, Roy probably does too. Ed's damn sure it wouldn't be the same one, but after asking around, he's figured out where to go. Now it's just a matter of sneaking in, and making use of his good old ninja-like powers.
Well. They had been 'good old ninja-like powers', once upon a time, but it seems like security's been improved. No surprise on that one, they're living by Mustang standards now, and those are harsh enough to make grown men cry. Edward manages to sneak exactly twenty feet onto the grounds before he's snapped right up by some bozo who thinks it's funny to lift him up by the collar and try to drag him away.
"HEY," Ed objects, far too loudly for anyone's tastes. "LET THE HELL GO OF ME. WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE. CALL HIM ON THE PHONE, HE'LL PUNCH YOU FOR GRABBING ME. DON'T YOU KNOW WHO I AM, I'M ALLOWED TO BE HERE. YOU BASTARD, YOU'RE GOING TO GET FIRED, AND I'LL PERSONALLY GET TO KICK YOU IN THE ASS."
Rant, rant, rave, rave. But it has no affect on the man, who's deftly dragging Ed off the grounds.
D:.