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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[show_me_rivers]

Sorry! Sorry!

Fanatically poking his head out of his room now. He hasn't robbed any banks again lately... has he?

Uhhh... what was it I did?

[grizzlyland]

...dammit. || Was that whose door this was? Was this guy even capable of hurting anyone? ||

Look, Missouri. I'm looking for someone. You heard about some kind of terrorist plot going on with all the Midwest states?

Heard the ruckus and came out of her office

[cicero_comare]

"What's all the noise for?" Cicero will ask quite angrily. She was working on some underground clubs that would make her quite rich if they went off well. "Aren't you one of those nowhere states? What is your damage?"

She will now just glare at you in her lovely business suit.

[grizzlyland]

"Nowhere states?" || Half-snarl, accompanied by a really unimpressed look. ||

You're just Chicago, right? I'd know your fat, ugly face from anywhere. You attached to Wisconsin at all, or are you just another fucker who doesn't know shit?

[cicero_comare]

She will now flip him the double finger salute.

"You heard me you idiot man," stated Cicero with a sneer. "And I'm not just anything. I'm there great Windy City Chicago."

Taking up a fighting stance, Cicero casually touched the White Sox bat inside her doorway.

"And Wisconsin? That idiot? He's my old man's hat."

[grizzlyland]

Right. I don't really care who you are if you don't give a shit about Wisconsin. Chicago's a shitty place.

And your fingers look like stubby man toes. You should put 'em away.

[talktodahandeh]

[Griffin is just in the middle of his wintery downtime but rrrgh, loud noises are loud. He shuffles over to his door and opens it, looking outside.]

What in the hell?

[grizzlyland]

Wisc--

No. You're...you're his twin guy, right? Michigan. Except you might be even uglier than him. Yeah, that's right.

You know anything about the guy being almost dead?

[talktodahandeh]

...Twin guy? [Right-o, that wasn't very nice but hey, something about Gabriella being almost dead?]

Uh, kinda saw him briefly? He didn' look too good. Now wha's the yellin' for?

[grizzlyland]

The yelling?

Oh, right, the yelling. I'm looking for all the fuckwit Midwesterners who would care if Wisconsin got hurt. You're not one of 'em, are you?

[queenof_rockies]

(ohgoodgodwhy--Abigail knows thinks she's invisible stealthy and will be following close behind, apologizing for every knocked down door to whoever he's yelling at. asdfghjkl. She understands that Idaho hasn't been around, but...why would anyone want to enact revenge against him? Silly to her...but she supposes this is serious for him. So, she'll just...yeah.)

[grizzlyland]

|| And he'll be dragging her around with him. Can't lose sight of her.

Except to drop her off at the nearest bathroom, instruct her to lock the door from the inside, and then proceed to knock on a Midwesterner's door. He assumes she's too fragile, even though he knows she's not; she can't see her state beating the shit out of people who have probably done nothing to him. ||

[queenof_rockies]

(...a bathroom. She can't help but comply--buuut while that door is locked, she may just be wishing for Wyoming to show up at some point to stop this. Dayum et. Save for the glance outside--she's watching him while he's in her view and shutting the door only to open it every now and again.)

[grizzlyland]

|| Once he's done with one room, he knocks on the bathroom door--using their "secret code"-- and then waits for Helena to open the door. From there, he drags her to the next place, where he'll find a locked door for her to hide behind. ||

You're not hungry, are you? Need something to drink? Getting tired?