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This isn't over dramatic. I wont get killed. I can actually be of help for once instead of sitting by and watching others do the work. watching others drop off.

[Damn it don't piss him off while he's headed to be back off. Grumbly now.]

I never finished working with him...

[He swaps over and actually calls because he's just not even willing to deal with this. And glaring at the NV makes people look at him like he's c-....well. More crazy than they already think he is.]

Claudio. Get you're upset. But what happens if you're wrong. There were stronger people than you or me keeping an eye on the guy, and they still got through.

[GODS DAMN IT DO NOT WANT. It beeps.... for a bit. Clearly NOT willing to pick this up in voice. FUCK---switches over, says nothing. Let's Trauma talk. Sounds grumpy, Claudio does]

...guess I'll be wrong then.

YEA-

[PAUSE. TOO. LOUD. And he's more hushed when he speaks again because now he officially needs to not be being too loud at work. Claudio sounds irritated? Trauma sounds equally so. He's not unaffected by Edge kicking the bucket...he's just telling himself he is.]

Yeah, no. You're wrong and this chick's got another person to feel guilty about and we get to sit and wait if you come back or not.

[Yeh he's trying not to be loud while he walks either, as he's still headed there to catch up to Re-l. But yeah, the annoyance? It's there. He's feeling butthurt cus he feels like Trauma is treating him like a kid, oh god]

Fuck! I ain't gonna get killed, or hurt, or dead or nothing! You seem to forget I had to deal with shit like this bastard before, back home. I didn't even know what I was doing. After thjat crap a few weeks ago, with the powers? Yeah well... I know what I'm doing, alright? I ain't going to be a hero. I ain't going for revenge. She wants to lock him up, I want to help. WHAT is so wrong about that? You want to hide? Fine. Do so. I'm going to go do something where I might be able to!

[He sounds more irritated as he goes, and Trauma has something of the tone that he tends to do when he's powered up, though his voice hasn't done any of the crazy shit. Nice control there, Trauma.]

I am not hiding I am trying to stop you from going on a hunt for a guy who kills people when you don't even know how half your...whatever turns on or off. And in the darkness.

Tell me. How. Is this. A good idea. When no one has planned anything!

[Just... FUCK, Trauma, he's 10 seconds form hanging up on you]

You're right. It's a dumb idea. I'm being an idiot. I'm still going. I could BE some help to her and you KNOW it! There is a plan, and others. She said others are backing up too. I'm NOT stupid!

[...And he's not helping matters.]

...I told you. Knock off the fucking drama already! Are you five? What the hell?

I'm not calling you Stupid you fucktard I'm telling you this is the dumbest fucking plan I've heard of since-... In a while. Bunch of rag tag untrained fucking newcomers. All of them running around and trying to track down someone.

This guy evades the fucking police here. This goes bad. Every time. Trust me. Had the fucking class on it.

[OHGOD can you feel the glare? the silence that follows of the grouchy teen boy?]

And you know all this for a fact. [Not a question, more an annoyed statement]

Tch... [That's silence you are hearing, and his foot steps. He hasn't hung up yet, but he's pissed and not talking]

Edited 2011-01-01 03:51 (UTC)

[Trauma is pissed off too. Can you feel the glare? It's back at you. Yes. Also very clearly having to fight to keep his voice low enough that someone doesn't come to see why he's talking and not watching the monitor. Fuck. Newboss.]

What did you think we got lectured about in Super Hero Boot camp? How to tie our fucking shoes?

Claudio, if you guys get in a fight, unless this chick is fucking badass, you're probably screwed.

[Ooooooooooooh there was a HUGE pause there. A bit of a huff as he ran more and.... yeah... That last line? Out of everything said? He hissed, speaking very, VERY low, and growled out a simple] Fuck you... [And click.... turned off the connection. Feelings? Really rather hurt for some reason... sorry man.]

[Trauma pauses and glares down at the table. He isn't an idiot and he knows exactly what just happened, and the fucking idiot is now not only going, but is pissed off and likely to fuck up.

....Great.

And he has no idea where the guy is, so he can't even skip out of work to track him down.

...Fuck.]

[.....And nothing.

....So he hangs up.]

[When he doesn't answer, Trauma leaves a voicemail. And fuck, he sounds PISSED.]

...Are you fucking serious?

Really? The fuck is wrong with you! You-[There is an irritated scoffing sound.]

Fine. Fuck you, too.

[And now he's going to seethe quietly (and snap at everyone ever) at work until time to go...And then do more of it when he gets back home.

....Someone is in a really awful mood. Not going to say who, but it is Trauma. ]

[Trauma would have been first home, perhaps. He stayed with Re-l at the spot, till she said. Morning. If nothing, then head home. He did, after a bit. Checking his voice mail and.... kicking a trash can in an alley way as he walked through the morning streets.] Fuck...

[He felt really... pissed off again. Damn it he had cooled his temper SO well to, but now this? Fuck, just....] ARG! [He yelled, slumping over, hands in his pockets and walking on.]

[Coming to the apartment he just walked up the steps, taking time, and slipped through the apartment, eyes looking for the other if he was there, and just to make his presence known... he chucked his NV to the table and moved to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water from the refrigerator.]

[Trauma hadn't exactly been able to sleep. He wanted to wait until Claudio got in, even if he was pissed as hell, and he wasn't exactly able to sleep well when he wasn't freaked out as hell.

And the death of someone he knows with his best friend out in the search party for the killer?...Uh. Yeah. No.

He's in the living room and was ignoring the universe with his nose in a book and jumps and looks up at the sudden sound. He's used to it by now, but still. That was fucking loud.

He hides the jump and glares in the general direction of the sound, waiting to see if Claudio is going to talk at all.]

[He takes a moment longer, drinking half the bottle right there at the kitchen, sighs.... and is in view.He'd been in power for hours now. His eyes stared over at Trauma. Yeah he knew this was going to suck. But he moved over to the door, paused near by and kicked off his shoes.]

Checking in, Dad. [It was muttered, flicking another shoe at the spot he always left em, and.... feeling at a loss of what to say or do. Fuck, he HATES this feeling, but now that he's here he's feeling butt burned again] ...

[Trauma just shoots him a look that is pretty scalding, and he stares down at the book blankly. He's....Still really pissed off. And just kind of...ignoring the universe because of it.]

...Find anything?

[He.... ignored the looks, moved to sit on the arm of the couch, looking down. He shrugged] Not really. [Sips his water now, feeling this annoyance growing inside. Stupid trauma.... god damn it]

...Figured.

[He continues to stare down at the book. He's....not turning the pages and his shoulders look tense as fuck. He's clearly not speaking because he's not willing to do so, not because he has nothing to say.]

[He felt himself growing more annoyed again. Fuck, he should have stayed out...] You were right, okay? Was pointless. [Grumbled, and the rest of that water bottle just got downed] ...

[Trauma looks up at him, then back down at the book. He scoffs and rolls his eyes. It's not like he wanted to be right or wrong or what the fuck ever he just wanted no one else to get offed. ]

...Right.

[Silence for a moment longer. God damn he hates this. His water bottle was finished and thus it squeaked in his hands a bit. Then he crushed it, cap back on and... crushed it more. Glance at the boy and that damn book. He KNEW he was NOT reading that stupid book. No way in hell was he reading the damn book. He closed his eyes, ignored the voice in the back of his head, and]

[Chuckled the bottle at him as he let out a great:] Fine! Read your damn book and be pissed. Fuck it. Okay? What do you want me to say?!

Edited 2011-01-01 06:11 (UTC)

[Trauma flinches when the bottle gets thrown at him cause WHAT the FUCK EVEN and he stands up and drops the book (more like throws it) onto the couch.

He knows he was being an asshole but what the fuck?]

What the FUCK, Claudio!

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