On the Warpath [open]

[grizzlyland]

|| It has been weeks since he's last seen Idaho. The first ten or so days were because he was in hiding. Now, he's been checking up on Helena daily to see if Idaho ever showed up.

She hadn't. And he knew why. ||

They finally did it, huh? || Not talking to anyone in particular, just yelling down the hallway, glaring at anyone who comes near

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[devilwentdownto]

He winces as he opens the door to Sven and his room.
Mr... Burch?

[grizzlyland]

That's right, Georgia. || Glances around. Didn't he just knock on--oh, that's right. ||

Where's your fuckboy? This doesn't concern you.

[devilwentdownto]

His eyes narrowed as he pulled the door shut behind him.
Ah won' let you touch 'im.

[grizzlyland]

Don't you dare! || Slams a fist into the door. ||

He's done something! He's hurt someone important and now he's gotta talk to me or I'll fucking kill the both of you!

[auxarka]

[[you are really loud, dude. oh, wait, it's just that guy who accused lou of being a pervert. hmph.]]

Excuse me, who exactly are you looking for? [[kind of miffed. seriously, she can hear you from miles away.]]

[grizzlyland]

None of you business. || Pause. Raises an eyebrow. ||

I don't think, anyway. You're not a Midwesterner, right? You're from the South or something, I think.

[auxarka]

I'm one of Lou's cities. Therefore, I'm considered a part of the Midwest, just as Lou is by the Census.

Is there a problem with that? [[arches a brow.]]

[grizzlyland]

Oh, that's right. We had a talk about the pervert.

No. No problem. Not after any of you Southern states. I'm looking for the Midwesterners.

[minnesnowtah]

She wants to run in and scold the foul language she hears...but holds back

Uh....Wh-what happened?

[grizzlyland]

Minnesota. || This one was closest to Wisconsin, right? But, she doesn't really seem like the vengeful type. Then again, he wouldn't put it past her. He does his best to quiet his voice, sounding a bit less hostile. ||

You talked to Wisconsin lately? Aren't you two married or some shit like that?

[minnesnowtah]

She flushes and shakes her head

N-no it was just a multimillion dollar deal...Gabe's been hurt. I've been making sure he is ok...he found a kitty but I took it in...

[grizzlyland]

He's been hurt, huh? || Closes in, glares her down. ||

What he say about that?

[englassed]

Man, it is like way too early for this. [ Oh, hey, it's that angry-looking blond guy. ] Um... any reason you're doing this?

[grizzlyland]

Yes. I'm looking for someone.

|| Who was this guy again? Didn't matter, he looked suspicious. || What have you done to her, bastard?

[englassed]

Who's 'she'? I don't have enough girls in my life in the first place, man.

[grizzlyland]

Idaho. She's been missing.

You're a suspect...because you're from the Midwest, right?

[hoosier_state]

... [What does this Surtsey-- Was that his name? What was this guy's beef anyway? He didn't know he knew any hers.]

Sir?

[grizzlyland]

Indiana. || He's been searching long enough now; he's going to go the direct route by grabbing Indiana by the shoulder and giving a hard squeeze. ||

What do you know, asshole?

[hoosier_state]

[He yelps slightly at the tight squeeze.]

Know what? I don't--

[grizzlyland]

You fuckin' Midwesterners are up to something, dammit! || Let's go of Indiana, steps back and sighs. ||

What do you know about Wisconsin? About his injuries?