While the other was at school, Claudio had been at work. But not his bartender job, or his work on paintings or anything as simple as all that. Instead he had his head under a hood of a 1975 Pontiac LeMans GTO that had seen better days. Not for himself, but for a person who requested some modifications, internal darkness proofing, a new lighting system, work on a hover ability and so on. It had taken some of his morning, with Owen sitting inside the car while he worked. There was a small yip and the dogs mouth opened, a person he follows on the NV. Jubilee had mentioned riots. AGI. A lock down of some places, and after talking to her he realized it was the exact location that Trauma would be.
Dropping everything he moved to his computer to double check things, locations and so forth. Checking out what she said. Tried to contact Trauma. There would be several messages left for him. The thing was? Everything that happened had happened hours and hours ago. And there were still hours to go.
He had to make a choice. Head out down there and go against their little pact that he wouldn't run head first into danger? Or wait here a bit longer and keep trying to get hold of him. Hell he was tempted to send Owen to track him down. Watch it on a monitor, or something. See if the do could find him. Staying home was not something he wanted to do though, but they made a pact. Be smart about it. Don't be a hero.
So he kept trying.
The others were at the bar/night club, and he couldn't get them to answer either. Damn it Jinx never answered of course, not when he needed to hear his sisters voice tell him it'd be okay, dummy. Or even Gabe telling him to chill out and he's go take a look into it. Even Red would have been helpful to talk to.
Hours ago though. Thanks Jubes, for not saying anything until now. Six hours. Jesus. He had gone thorough the house a few times, pacing. Then when he decided to fuck it and go, he dropped through the floor and into the panic room, one last look around for Red. Then through the wall to his work space. Keys in hand he went for his car, only to stop as he saw Owen standing there, pointing at the garage door. Three barks as a sign of Family. He slammed the door to his car shut and moved for the door, seeing the figure there just inside it.
He stared a moment, then let out a deep, deep Trauma trade mark sigh. "Amory be, is this how it feels when I don't answer the god damn NV?" He said at first, coming over only to pause to see all the blood, the bandage, the mess that he was. Claudio felt like he paled just by the sight of him. He rushed to the others side almost instantly.
"Fuck, are you kidding? What the hell happened?" That was a 'oh my god' statement if you ever heard one. Owen was moving around them, being silent, tail down and looking upset. Claudio looked like he wasn't sure if he should reach out and touch the other or not. "Fuck..." because this wasn't going to be alright was it. That was too much blood.
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Date: 2014-11-27 02:05 am (UTC)Dropping everything he moved to his computer to double check things, locations and so forth. Checking out what she said. Tried to contact Trauma. There would be several messages left for him. The thing was? Everything that happened had happened hours and hours ago. And there were still hours to go.
He had to make a choice. Head out down there and go against their little pact that he wouldn't run head first into danger? Or wait here a bit longer and keep trying to get hold of him. Hell he was tempted to send Owen to track him down. Watch it on a monitor, or something. See if the do could find him. Staying home was not something he wanted to do though, but they made a pact. Be smart about it. Don't be a hero.
So he kept trying.
The others were at the bar/night club, and he couldn't get them to answer either. Damn it Jinx never answered of course, not when he needed to hear his sisters voice tell him it'd be okay, dummy. Or even Gabe telling him to chill out and he's go take a look into it. Even Red would have been helpful to talk to.
Hours ago though. Thanks Jubes, for not saying anything until now. Six hours. Jesus. He had gone thorough the house a few times, pacing. Then when he decided to fuck it and go, he dropped through the floor and into the panic room, one last look around for Red. Then through the wall to his work space. Keys in hand he went for his car, only to stop as he saw Owen standing there, pointing at the garage door. Three barks as a sign of Family. He slammed the door to his car shut and moved for the door, seeing the figure there just inside it.
He stared a moment, then let out a deep, deep Trauma trade mark sigh. "Amory be, is this how it feels when I don't answer the god damn NV?" He said at first, coming over only to pause to see all the blood, the bandage, the mess that he was. Claudio felt like he paled just by the sight of him. He rushed to the others side almost instantly.
"Fuck, are you kidding? What the hell happened?" That was a 'oh my god' statement if you ever heard one. Owen was moving around them, being silent, tail down and looking upset. Claudio looked like he wasn't sure if he should reach out and touch the other or not. "Fuck..." because this wasn't going to be alright was it. That was too much blood.