[After about the first hour, Trauma had started to run out of places in the immediate area to look. This led Trauma to getting on a train to the block near their old apartment, thinking he could be somewhere around there. Of course, it was also entirely likely that he had actually been in one of the places Terry had looked, and had just been playing invisible, but he hoped not, or he was going to clock the guy in the face, unintended love confessions or no, because there were some things you just did not do in the port.
He stopped in at the chinese place as a last resort before giving up on the area and heading back to the space around the house.
On the train, he was idly reading the fact that the woman ahead of him was horribly claustrophobic but still needed to get to point B badly enough to use the train in the first place and why the fuck would you do that to yourself when suddenly something occurred to him.
Son of a bitch.
Trauma pulled out his NV, and called Owen. Once the dog picked up, Trauma waisted no time.]
[As he was talking, the woman turned around in her seat to shush him. Trauma snapped suddenly, eyes flicking red as he sped through a rush of information to tell her what was in the forefront of his mind. ]
Melissa? The bus takes the same route, and has windows. It wont be as uncomfortable. Get out at the next stop. Take that. Stop trying to shock yourself into liking the train. It's just scaring you more.
[The woman jumped back, and when the train screeched to a halt a moment later, she got up and went out the door, her heart racing a mile a minute, readable even in the, granted small, crowd. ...That....That was not good. That was the fucking epitome of not fucking good.]
....Damn it.
[Trauma sunk down in his chair, watching grey flicker under his skin, and put the NV back to his ear. ]
Finish figuring it out Owen, I need to know if I have to kill him or not.
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He stopped in at the chinese place as a last resort before giving up on the area and heading back to the space around the house.
On the train, he was idly reading the fact that the woman ahead of him was horribly claustrophobic but still needed to get to point B badly enough to use the train in the first place and why the fuck would you do that to yourself when suddenly something occurred to him.
Son of a bitch.
Trauma pulled out his NV, and called Owen. Once the dog picked up, Trauma waisted no time.]
Owen. Go find Claudio. Now. Stop everything else. He's likely invisible.
[As he was talking, the woman turned around in her seat to shush him. Trauma snapped suddenly, eyes flicking red as he sped through a rush of information to tell her what was in the forefront of his mind. ]
Melissa? The bus takes the same route, and has windows. It wont be as uncomfortable. Get out at the next stop. Take that. Stop trying to shock yourself into liking the train. It's just scaring you more.
[The woman jumped back, and when the train screeched to a halt a moment later, she got up and went out the door, her heart racing a mile a minute, readable even in the, granted small, crowd. ...That....That was not good. That was the fucking epitome of not fucking good.]
....Damn it.
[Trauma sunk down in his chair, watching grey flicker under his skin, and put the NV back to his ear. ]
Finish figuring it out Owen, I need to know if I have to kill him or not.