SUBWAY BOSS INGO (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
infinitefrown) wrote2012-10-29 06:21 pm
infinitefrown) wrote2012-10-29 06:21 pm
Entry tags:
fourth train → written/action?
[(For Emmet:)When Ingo comes home to the apartment, he's practically dead on his feet. His hair's a mess, even with his hat; dark rings accent his eyes, and his skin is pale and scratched. He's staring ahead of him, at nothing in particular-- getting there was hard enough even without paying full attention to his surroundings. Still, he looks better than the unconscious bundle he's cradling in his arms-- Silver.
Please be there, Emmet. He's not sure how much longer he can hold up like this. He may very well just pass out next to Silver on the bed if Emmet's not home...]
[A little while after his return from the draft (and his inevitable exhausted sleep), Ingo goes ahead and makes a written entry to the network. He's too tired to do much else-- no one wants to see how much of an overwrought mess he is on video, anyway; the picture captured by the journal should be enough as it is.
His handwriting is a little shaky, but it's still completely legible.]
Those of you who know Silver-- he has returned from the draft. However, due to unfortunate circumstances he was forced to take an action that lead to a continued unconsciousness.
How long this will last is uncertain, but it is likely to last some days. He is currently in room 34 of Community Housing Building 1 if anyone would care to see him or inquire after his health.
Thank you.
[short and formal and emotionally distant-- the whole writing format helps with that, naturally. Should anyone see him in person, it's quickly apparent that Ingo's quite distraught about all of this.
As he said, though, feel free to stop by sometime. Silver is out cold, of course-- and a very-fussy Chandelure hangs close by him.]
Please be there, Emmet. He's not sure how much longer he can hold up like this. He may very well just pass out next to Silver on the bed if Emmet's not home...]
[A little while after his return from the draft (and his inevitable exhausted sleep), Ingo goes ahead and makes a written entry to the network. He's too tired to do much else-- no one wants to see how much of an overwrought mess he is on video, anyway; the picture captured by the journal should be enough as it is.
His handwriting is a little shaky, but it's still completely legible.]
Those of you who know Silver-- he has returned from the draft. However, due to unfortunate circumstances he was forced to take an action that lead to a continued unconsciousness.
How long this will last is uncertain, but it is likely to last some days. He is currently in room 34 of Community Housing Building 1 if anyone would care to see him or inquire after his health.
Thank you.
[short and formal and emotionally distant-- the whole writing format helps with that, naturally. Should anyone see him in person, it's quickly apparent that Ingo's quite distraught about all of this.
As he said, though, feel free to stop by sometime. Silver is out cold, of course-- and a very-fussy Chandelure hangs close by him.]
[voice]
Either way this was not the sort of thing he was hoping to hear about when the two of you returned from the draft.] What happened? Is Silver going to be alright?
[Err well, Silver's clearly not "alright" now, but he means in the sense of when he wakes up.]
[voice]
[Just the mention of chandelure will probably make the reason a little clearer. Still-- if nothing else, goddamn if Ingo didn't raise his soul-eating Ghost-type well.]
[voice]
...And what about you? Are you alright?
[voice]
[voice]
...Ah, do you want any visitors? I don't know if I can contribute anything that will be able to improve Silver's condition in a more timely fashion, but I could make you some tea if you'd like. [Or coffee, if that's what Ingo prefers. Anything that we could do to be helpful and all.]
[voice]
I'd be quite grateful for your company, in fact. It would be comforting to return to some sense of normalcy. [As normal as you can get in Luceti, anyway.]
[action]
[There's only a short moment's delay before there's a knock right at the door! (And we brought tea to make for you because tea is the answer to everything)]
[action]
Cilan, thank you... [Please, do come in.]
[action]