Masaomi Kida (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
generalflirt) wrote2011-05-03 06:33 pm
generalflirt) wrote2011-05-03 06:33 pm
Entry tags:
- @archie kennedy,
- @freyjadour falenas,
- @gold,
- @kouki wakahisa,
- @michael blanc,
- @minato arisato,
- @shikamaru nara,
- @shuri oak,
- @trafalgar law,
- after the battle,
- incriminating evidence; the post,
- mikado: platonic life partner,
- mikado: unfairly taken,
- tales of the white hoodie,
- yaning it out,
- ♥: anne shirley,
- ♥: fenimore xelhes,
- ♥: kaori iwanoki,
- ♥: katara,
- ♥: ranka lee,
- ♥: selphie tilmitt,
- ♥: toph beifong
~♥NINETEEN♥~
[Voice / Action]
[This morning Mikado is gone.
More pressingly, his computer and most of the things in his room are gone too. Masaomi stares at it for a long while through the hole in the wall (covered by a sheet) dividing their two rooms when he went to check on Mikado today. As it stands... well. Well. There's a few possible conclusions, and they all fly into his head: kidnapped, kidnapped by someone else? Seduced-? all of them leave a foul taste in his mouth. Thus, eventually, he flips open the journal. His tone is flat, with an unhidden hint of threat in it-]
Have any of you seen Mikado Ryuugamine?
[... But he's too antsy to focus on just that. Instead, he's going to hit up all the likely hang outs- he's going to hit up all of the friends of Mikado's he knows the house/apart numbers of. Archie Kennedy, Anne, Shuri, Selphie. For good measure, he then will go to people he wonders might be useful - the clinic to see if he can't find Law-san or someone else there and then around to look for Shikamaru, even though he doesn't know where he lives. By the end of the day, he's just going to be looking in the windows of all the houses he can, and then going to the apartment doors of everyone he can and knocking on their door... progressively feeling more and more like hitting someone or something.
SO UH. Run unto him wherever ! He's feeling insane]
[This morning Mikado is gone.
More pressingly, his computer and most of the things in his room are gone too. Masaomi stares at it for a long while through the hole in the wall (covered by a sheet) dividing their two rooms when he went to check on Mikado today. As it stands... well. Well. There's a few possible conclusions, and they all fly into his head: kidnapped, kidnapped by someone else? Seduced-? all of them leave a foul taste in his mouth. Thus, eventually, he flips open the journal. His tone is flat, with an unhidden hint of threat in it-]
Have any of you seen Mikado Ryuugamine?
[... But he's too antsy to focus on just that. Instead, he's going to hit up all the likely hang outs- he's going to hit up all of the friends of Mikado's he knows the house/apart numbers of. Archie Kennedy, Anne, Shuri, Selphie. For good measure, he then will go to people he wonders might be useful - the clinic to see if he can't find Law-san or someone else there and then around to look for Shikamaru, even though he doesn't know where he lives. By the end of the day, he's just going to be looking in the windows of all the houses he can, and then going to the apartment doors of everyone he can and knocking on their door... progressively feeling more and more like hitting someone or something.
SO UH. Run unto him wherever ! He's feeling insane]
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[She looks at him with concern.]
Is everything okay, Kida? You seemed upset about something.
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[He makes innocentfaice here, arching an eyebrow!]
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If you wanna talk about whatever's on your mind, I'll listen.
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I was just sitting outside for some fresh air. I was gonna go back inside once I'd finished my tea.
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[He even laughs a bit here, taking a step back]
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Are his things gone by any chance?
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[And he's just going to go for walking away now. Figuring the sick girl won't follow]
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What happened.
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[...He'll just say that and then shake off the arm. He can't stay here]
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Take care of yourself, okay?
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[And then he just keeps marching off. He waved before, this is fine. Later]