watch me, 'cause I'm on a mission

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Who: Jesse Finch & Kenzi + anybody else!
What: Galen is gone and his housemates huLK SMASH (or, y'know, window smash). First bit is for Kenzi, second bit is for anybody to respond to!
When: Day 44
Where: House 20 + anywhere else
Warnings: Language! Shouting! Window breaking! Violence! (also, new: mentions of abuse)

[ When Jesse wakes up, the bed is empty.

That's not unusual. Galen often wakes up before him and goes out to do whatever it is he does, drink coffee or mess with the guitar. That doesn't bother Jesse, but this morning he sort of wanted to just sleep on his boyfriend for a while instead of sprawling out in bed by himself. So he gets up to go look, plodding around the house in just his pajama pants. It's not unusual.

What is unusual is that he can't find Galen anywhere. And Galen doesn't answer when Jesse calls him. And - no. No, Jesse refuses to even think that. He will not fucking accept the idea that... that maybe... ]

Kenzi! [ Jesse shouts from the living room, and it is not the shout of a calm person. He's this close to breaking something. ] Kenzi!

--

[ And later, he's not done freaking out. He's just started, really, and even though he'd scoffed a little at the threat of burning down buildings at a disappearance... he doesn't care, now. Because this is more important to him than anyone could be for anybody. He doesn't want to be here, he wants to go home, he wants to go home with Galen, he can't be stuck here by himself, and he's shouting himself hoarse, not bothering with threats, just looking.

And if he has to break a few windows, some glass, with his pipe, well. It's just a sacrifice he has to make. ]

Comments

[onteamdyson]

[Uuuuuuuuugggggggggh that is loud, what is happening-- Kenzi rolls out of bed when she hears her name the second time, literally, and ends up on the floor, rubbing at her eyes. She probably would have moved a little faster if she wasn't about 78% sure she was in trouble for something?

So before she stumbles down the stairs, she takes a sec to pull a hooded sweatshirt over her head and tie up her hair in a messy cross between a bun and a haystack. She groans as she enters the living room.] Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaat? What did I do and/or forget to do this time?

[... Oh. She's expecting Jesse to look mad, but not bordering on freaked out.] Dude, what's up?

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[ He's - throwing couch cushions to the side, like he's somehow going to find Galen under them or something - he can't help it. He's scared. ] I can't find Galen. [ He says sharply, looking up at Kenzi. ] Kenz, I can't find him, he ain't answering. He isn't here. He won't answer the -- the fuckin' -- [ COMMUNICATOR jesus he can't find the word. ]

[onteamdyson]

Maybe he's at someone's house playing twister and he can't answer or he'll lose the game!

[That is obviously not what is currently happening but Jesse panicking this early in the morning is just going to make her panic and she's done way too much panicking lately to be able to handle this without needing to breathe into a feakin' paper bag! Okay calm it the fuck down.

She closes the distance between them and grabs his upper arm, squeezing gently and staring him down.] Did you check for a note? Pretty sure it won't be in the couch, but good job ruling that hiding place out. Nice. You need to calm down until we know for sure.

[Phil's gone. Clint's gone. The third Natasha is gone. Lydia. The list just keeps getting bigger. THIS IS SO FUCKED UP-- but maybe it's not that. Pleeeeease let it not be that.]

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Wh -- [ Her twister comment totally throws him off, and any other time, he'd laugh, but -- he can't. Not right now. When she grabs him, he tenses up like crazy, like he's going to try to knock her away, but he's still. His expression twists into something a little less panicked and a little more irritated. ]

I looked. I looked for a fucking note, Kenzi, I looked in the kitchen and near the bed and fuckin' everywhere, okay, I looked. Don't tell me to calm down, I'll calm down when we fucking find him.

[ And now he does jerk out of her grasp and stomps off to go look in the kitchen again, but the anger's going to fade sooner or later, and he's going to be a mess. ]

[onteamdyson]

[Ugh. Men! At least Kobra's freakout was through a communicator. Still, focusing on Jesse freaking out is keeping her from freaking. So she follows him... after kicking one of the cushions.

She wants to tell him he's being stupid. She wants to tell him this is totally pointless and there's probably a really simple explanation! But the way this is adding up-- ]

Jesse. [She stands in the doorway, waiting for him to look at her. Her glare fades into something more guilty.] ... We should-- ...check outside. There might be footprints, clues...

[Or, you know, signs of a struggle.]

[magnets]

[ Freaking out, he can deal with. Freaking out is probably concerning but Jesse's had an awfully long-ass day. He's not really sure what's happening but it's a distraction. Distraction's good right now. Maybe. He's got his hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets, shrugs both his hands out when he approaches the shouting. ]

Jesus, man, I thought someone was dyin' out here. The hell're you doin', crazy?

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[ It takes just about everything in him not to turn the pipe on Pinkman when he hears his voice. There's a beat - and then another, and he lets the pipe drop down to his side. He looks like a mess, really, because they hadn't found him with all their searching and he's - maybe been crying, maybe just a little, so his eyes are red. He sniffs, brushes at his nose with his sleeve. ]

M'not crazy. [ He says, a little sharply. ] I'm -- Galen's gone. I'm looking for him, shut up.

[magnets]

[ Jesus, he looks like shit. For once in his life, Jesse keeps the fact to himself, stalking slightly closer to Finch to get a better look. It's good he's putting the pipe away, at least. For a second, Jesse wasn't sure if this was some kind of repeat of the whole lighthouse scenario. ]

[ At least he's got good reason for why he's so upset. Jesse's face drops as he approaches, his shoulders carefully shrugging. ] Waddya mean - gone? [ A beat, as it dawns. ] Like gone? Like they took him?

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[ Pinkman has probably figured out Jesse's not so great at emotional reactions. Like, at all. But he's not crazy, not right now! Just hurting. ]

Gone like - like that. Yeah. [ He sniffs again, almost angrily. ] So I'm fucking - I'm looking for him. Gonna break windows until someone answers me.

[magnets]

Well- Hey, man, I'm answerin', huh? [ He thinks about getting the pipe away from him somehow, but this is more of an angry than it is the last time he had this thing. ] What'd the windows ever do to you?

[ He's heard shit about people missing, though, just up and gone one day - sometimes they come back, sometimes they don't. ] How long's he been missin'? You sure he ain't 'round here somewhere?

[tooghoulforschool]

[He's the first on the scene when the glass shatters, and that's probably for the best. Though it's likely that his face would have saved him at first, the reactions afterward would have been unpredictable in two out of three other possibilities.

Ghoul crosses the room with steady determination, boots crunching the glass under his feet as he moves towards the broken window. He kicks out the remaining pieces of glass along the bottom of the frame and jumps through it to grab the shirt of the piece of shit that smashed it.]

You got five seconds t'give-- [And he promptly lets go of that shirt.] Jesse?! What the fuck, man?

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[ It's a good thing, because Jesse was about ready to beat the fuck out of whatever it is holding his shirt with the pipe. But he doesn't! Because Ghoul says his name and Jesse sort of freezes, because it's still weird to see it coming out of his own mouth. For a moment, Jesse can't say anything, throat stuck, and then he rubs at his face and shakes his head, backing up. ]

Ghoul. Just - I don't got time for this. Lemme alone, I gotta find him.

[tooghoulforschool]

Find who? [Better be someone that can fix a fucking window, you little shit.] You got a bone to pick with Poison, you can take it up with me. That pipe of yours is just gonna make him even nastier, so lets settle it. What'd he do?

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What? [ It's so... far off from what he was thinking that it actually throws him off. He stops, staring. ] Wh -- no, the fuckface didn't do anything, I'm not looking for him. Christ, I'm not stupid, I --

[ That's not important. It's not important right now. His grip tightens. ] Galen's gone. I'm looking for Galen, asshole.

[tooghoulforschool]

... [Oh. Wow. He really thought-- that's kind of a relief? Not really. This is worse. He goes from pissed off to concerned in no time flat.]

So you figured you'd find him by breaking our windows? Help me see your train of thought here, gorgeous, because from where I'm standing it hasn't left the station. Gone where? Disappeared-gone?

[afallenstar]

[ It doesn't take freaky angel stuff to know that there's something wrong, so when she hears things being smashed she's there on an instant. Seriously. She should start warning ahead - and in all fairness normally does - but by the sounds of things time wasting isn't necessary.

When she appears next to Jesse, she doesn't stop him from doing anything, just frowns with concern as she looks from him to the pipe. ]

What's wrong, what's happened?

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[ He nearly has a heart attack! She just comes out of nowhere, and he's not exactly used to it yet, and as always his instinct is to beat the hell out of things that startle him, but. He manages to stop himself before he smacks her. There's a beat, and then he's storming off in the other direction. ]

They took Galen. Galen's gone, they fucking took him.

[afallenstar]

[ Well there's not really anyone who can handle a surprise pipe to the side quite like Anna, so she isn't too worried. Still, it's not exactly comfortable so she's pretty glad he catches himself in time.

Storming off isn't going to do much though, Jesse, she just follows persistently with a frown on her face. ]

Missing. [ Crap. ] How long? Where have you looked.

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Everywhere. [ Jesse snaps, and he breaks another window, not for any reason other than the fact that he just can't handle the build up of emotion in his chest. It's hard to swallow. ] We looked everywhere, I looked all day, and I can't find him, so fuck this place.

[ He can't stop, it just comes out. ] Galen's gone and I dunno where m'gonna get my next cigarettes and I got fuckin' attacked by spiders and this place fucking is shit, I dunno when I can ever be safe with the goddamn devil running around and all I got is a fucking pipe, what's that gonna do? And now they're taking people from me and -- and -- [ And he smashes in another window. ]

[afallenstar]

Look, you need to..

[ Okay, so telling him to calm down wont solve anything. She knows that, it's not like she dealt well when Balthazar went missing. So she just stops, listens for a moment, and when he's done smashing the next window she reaches out to catch hold of his wrist. Carefully, of course. She could stop him if she wanted to, take the pipe away, but that's not what she's aiming for. He can pull away if he wants to. ]

Jesse, listen. I'll help you look. He could be around still, and if not- well, they come back.

[ ...Sometimes. ]

[greenisnteasy]

[When Bruce hears the sounds of smashing, he stops and glances down at himself. Nope, he's here, and he's still pale. Also clothed. Just checking; he might've been hallucinating again. So that begs the question of who's smashing and why, and is anyone in danger? He follows the sounds, glancing around him to look for signs of danger, and he relaxes a little when he sees that the victims are windows and the only one around is Jesse.]

Doing a little redecorating?

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[ Nope, Bruce is still Bruce-shaped! Thankfully. Jesse would probably be scared out of his mind if he saw the Hulk right now. Instead, he's out after dark, breaking windows, breaking whatever he can find -- it's not as angry as it was earlier. Much more half-hearted.

When he hears Bruce's voice, Jesse freezes. Oh. Oh shit. He flips around and hides the pipe behind his back, biting his lip, trying to hide under his hood. ]

... No? [ He tries, fidgeting. ]

[greenisnteasy]

[Bruce watches Jesse's attempt to not look like a delinquent and/or a vandal with a twitchily amused expression. It's extra hilarious to him considering who Jesse's trying to hide his destruction from. Oh, what innocence.]

What am I going to do? Put you in a jail inside a jail?

What's wrong, Jesse? Just didn't like that window anymore?

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[ It's just! Bruce is - older? Jesse has no idea what it is, but he feels like he's been caught doing something he's not supposed to by a teacher, or a parent. Of course, if his own real father had caught him breaking windows, it wouldn't be this calm, but still, the feeling remains, and Jesse sort of flinches away, not entirely on purpose.

He has a lot of respect for the dude, he can't help it. ] I -- no. [ He sniffs, rubs at his nose, distractedly. ] I dunno why I'm doing it anymore, it ain't like it matters, it -- Galen's gone. He vanished this morning and he probably ain't coming back. [ He reaches to pull his hood down more - the bruises have settled in nicely. ] I was tryin' to make a point but it fell through like usual.

[greenisnteasy]

[ He gets it; he's just amused. Even when he was teaching, he wasn't that imposing. His amusement fades once Jesse reveals the reason though, and he sighs, dropping his eyes out of respect. ]

I'm sorry to hear that, Jesse. What point was that?

[ He sees the bruises, but one thing at a time. He's still figuring out the best way to approach this. ]