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.]

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[ He does, and he's about to start shouting, but - her expression is enough to stop him. He grips at the counter tightly, just. Trying. He's trying, okay?

He's just so frightened of being alone here. Even if he wouldn't be, not really, even if he has his friends here - Galen is. He needs him here. His knuckles are white, and his head is bowed, now. ]

Fine. F-- fine, let's check outside. [ There's not going to be anything, his pessimistic mind whispers at him. He's gone. You're alone. ]

[onteamdyson]

[She gets that. Really, she does. She's just been dealing with it longer than he has. She showed up here alone and has lost quite a few people so far. Including Hale. Fuck! She should have been watching out for Hale!

... She holds her hand out to him, looking somber.] Come on, babycakes. Lets go get your coat.

[No way she's letting him freeze his butt off on her watch. This one's staying with her, dammit. But hadn't she said the same damn thing about Galen after Party died? Nice one, Kenz.] Dude, I'm so sorry.

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[ Kenzi pretending that maybe they'd find Galen outside was what was keeping him quiet. But the second she says she's sorry, he knows she doesn't believe Galen's here either, and he makes an angry noise, frustrated and hurt, and turns to knock whatever is on the counter to the floor. Plates, silverware, whatever is there clatters to the floor, and some of it breaks, and Jesse just. Stares at it for a long moment.

And then he turns around and quietly takes Kenzi's hand, rubbing at his face with his free one. He doesn't say anything. He can't, or he'll say something he'll regret, and he knows it. ]

[onteamdyson]

[Y-yaaaay. Just like being back home. Pre-Bo home. Kenzi winces when everything hits the ground but doesn't pull her hand away and is beyond thankful when he takes it. She squeezes Jesse's hand, tugging him to the hall closet while feeling surprisingly numb about all of this.

The last few times she'd been angry. She cried. But this time it doesn't even feel real, and maybe a part of her does think Galen's gonna walk through that door any second and ask them what the hell happened to the house. Or maybe he's outside gathering fucking berries or some shit because they're all gonna starve. But he's probably gone. Not back home, just gone. Or maybe he's dead. And the thought of Galen not existing anymore hurts worse than anything she's experienced in this shitty fucking place and all she can think about is that feeling being at least quadrupled for Jesse.

She stops and turns to face him, not letting go of his hand as she wraps her free arm around his neck. When she speaks, her voice is low and determined.]

I promise you, we're gonna find him or die trying. There has to be a way to get him back. What did I tell you when I dragged your ass into that room? Can't isn't an option. He's going to be fine.

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[ Jesse can't. Can't think of Galen as anything but just home. He can't think that Galen is dead, or taken by the scientists and experimented on. So he doesn't. He just keeps quiet until she turns around and hugs him. When she does, he sort of just lets himself flop, shoulders slumping, eyes down on the floor. ]

He's gonna be gone. [ He mumbles, and saying it hurts. It wedges into his chest and stays there, heavy and exhausting. ] He's gonna be gone and there's no way. Nobody comes back the same way, right? Nobody I talked to has had anybody leave and come back the same. He might not even come back at all.

[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?

[onteamdyson]

Hey. No. You can't think that way, okay? Jesse, listen to me, there's a chance. First time for everything. Those other people didn't have us. Advantage home team!

[Now she lets go of his hand and her other arm circles around him like she's trying to hold him together. It's half that and half her being scared he's gonna bolt and break something else.] We'll fix it. I swear. We have to.

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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.

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[ He listens, at least, and - well, honestly, she is holding him together right now. If it had just been him, if he'd woken up here alone, so many more things would be broken right now. Like limbs. He doesn't answer for a long moment, but finally he sort of just lets his head flop down on her shoulder. ]

... Alright. [ He mutters. Advantage home team. Right. ] We -- we should go. I gotta find him. I need him here.

[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.

[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?

[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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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?

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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.

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[ Now he sounds angry. Furious, in his own brand of terrifying angry, and his expression reflects that. ] No, fuckin' on a trip to summer camp gone, yes, disappeared-gone. You break enough shit, you kick up enough of a fucking fuss, and you get results.

[ And he snarls it, because he hurts: ] It's none of your damn business, he ain't part of your crew, you don't give a shit, so go the fuck away and let me find my goddamn fucking boyfriend!

[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.