Day 265 - Friday, September 12th

[papalobo]

[A Chinese man who is definitely a mature adult and not a teenager checks in to the Hyatt, one of their more exclusive rooms, along with his half-white half brother who is also certainly not a teenager and most definitely not the notorious gang leader wanted on suspicion of a September 11th New York City bombing in retaliation for an angry rogue sect of anti-American zealots.

The entire suite floor has been rented out, and it requires a special key card in the elevator and on the stairs to enter that floor. But they can rent one of the still very luxe rooms directly beneath.

A familiar white limo is in the car garage, though the opportunity to gawk or investigate is slim, between the security cameras and live guards.

There's still no contact from Max, but the Department of Homeland Security has become involved, and has begun to enter Ash's territory with intent to arrest any known figures within his gang to bring in for questioning.]

Day 284, Wednesday, Oct 1st

Comments

[papalobo]

Nah. Things are like this here. Splitting off now would put this base in danger too. I'll hold out here. I told the boys at home not to be suicidal. That's all I can do for now.

[jadedlynx]

Why does it sound like we've been adopted?

[papalobo]

You got a bit of a daddy complex. Maybe it's my way of trying to get with you.

How's the old guy? Prison probably isn't as rough on him.

[jadedlynx]

We were both in solitary. I haven't been able to see him yet. The lawyers are working on it.

[papalobo]

Heh. Surprised you haven't disguised your way in as a lawyer, given how good you are at those things...

[jadedlynx]

I usually like to nap between being released from interrogation and playing dress up.

[papalobo]

I'm willing to dress up with you again. A team of lawyers's more convincing... Though, I guess both of us'd look kinda young.

I'll see about roping Wu in to be the senior partner.

[jadedlynx]

Wu's out of the business unless we ever need catering.

It sounds like you had too much fun playing pretend.

[papalobo]

You don't be able to really unwind and recover until you know he's safe. I want that for you, man.

[jadedlynx]

He's an old guy with weird ideas. He's strong. I'll trust that.

[ It's what Max would want. Sometimes, Ash has it give in that that. ]

[papalobo]

I think you're a pretty common taste.

[jadedlynx]

I'm the thing that makes sense.

[ He's teasing. Ash doesn't actually go around thinking people are lucky to have him. ]

[papalobo]

What's the weird stuff he's into?

[He doesn't mean it dirtily. But he does assume this kind of talk will be a relief for Ash; he'd just say if he was too tired to be social, right?]

[jadedlynx]

I didn't mean he was into weird stuff. Just has some weird ideas.

Are you healed?

[papalobo]

Yeah. I'm healed. What about you?

[jadedlynx]

More or less. I'm heading home now. I'll reach out later.

[papalobo]

[Too tired to socialize. He gets it.]

Alright, call me back when you feel like it.


[But the fact that a police cruiser is in his driveway when he pulls up is not suggesting that his return home will be simple and restful.]

[jadedlynx]

[ Why? Why the hell is there a cop here? His body tenses. Revenge? It happens with cops.

He's tired. He's so damn tired.

Undoing his seat belt, he approaches. ]

[papalobo]

[There's nobody actually in the cruiser.]

[jadedlynx]

Hello?

[ Annoyed, he calls out. Where is the guy? He becomes all the more tense. The guy shouldn't be in the house. ]

[papalobo]

[There are no signs of anybody outside, however.]

[jadedlynx]

[ Does Blanca have a police car? Ash isn't sure why he would, but he's Blanca. Maybe that's his idea of being undercover.

He opens the door. ]

Hey!

[papalobo]

[The inside of the house looks undisturbed, at least at the entryway, which may be a welcome surprise. Less welcomed is likely the figure waddling out to meet him. He's a large--very large, towering even--man with short blonde hair, a scraggly bit of patchy facial hair, rosacea, heading out of the kitchen to glower at him, looking at Ash as if he's an annoyance rather than someone he had been waiting on, much less someone who has any right to be in his own home.

He stares at Ash as if waiting for the boy to explain himself for the nerve of being here.]

[jadedlynx]

Who are you? Why are you in my house?

[ He'll take annoyance over the looks he's received these past few weeks. ]

[sentimentalstoic]

[It's more like some badly dubbed cartoon, for how much the voice does not fit the face. His expression slightly softens, but the shape of his features seems perpetually annoyed and flustered, leaving to a greater disconnect between the look at the familiar voice.]

I did say I'd see you soon.