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.]
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But Ingo's statement causes him to freeze, prickling at the mere mention of what Ingo just said.]
What...?
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[...] It saved our lives, so at the same time he understood on some level. And yet....
[and yet here they are, watching his near-lifeless form. Silver.... you idiot.]
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Why didn't you stop him!? You knew what would happen, didn't you!? [He's not angry at you, Ingo. Just... really frustrated.]
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...I would have, believe me. But the circumstances made that impossible. Chandelure had been traded to him, so he would listen, and Silver was too far away for me to stop. [And Raven was in the equation, too...]
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Gold would have expected Silver to pull a stunt like that, he knows Silver would have. ...If he didn't beat him to it.]
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... [He can't do anything for Gold at this point, can he? It's up to Silver. And Silver... well.]
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...Take care of him.