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maskormenacelogs2015-12-08 09:59 pm
shittybirthday) wrote in maskormenacelogs2015-12-08 09:59 pm
[OPEN]
WHO: Joel & OPEN
WHERE: Various locations
WHEN: A week after Ellie disappeared, backdated before the Power Swap plot
WHAT: Ellie was Ported out. Sad Dad mode activated to critical mass levels.
WARNINGS: Pooossible violence? Will edit if necessary!
CLOSED TO JESSE
[ She's been gone almost a week.
The first few days since Ellie disappeared were grim, anxiously silent ones. Joel only managed to keep it together under the nervously desperate hope that this was like last time: maybe she'd been Ported out but she'd be back in a few days. He kept wildly oscillating between being terrified of what new changes her return would bring, and not caring one single shit what change it would bring, just so long as she returned to him. The atmosphere in the house with Jesse has been cold and tense, almost every moment of Joel's energy spent worrying and worrying, with it all bottled up in silence inside him. He hadn't even been able to mention Ellie's name in fear that… she might not return.
And now it's been almost a week, and any shred of hope Joel had has decayed into a sickening dread sitting heavy in his chest. He still hasn't mentioned her name or even talked about her around Jesse, and he's probably been driving Jesse crazy with his restless pacing and silent loitering around the house.
It's stupid of him to go into her bedroom. Maybe he's hoping, by some miracle, to find her there, or maybe it's simply out of habit, because for months now, Joel has made a point of going into Ellie's room every night to give her a kiss goodnight on the forehead or the cheek. She's not there, of course, and he stares into the empty room before slowly heading in and sinking down heavily on her desk chair. He sits there for a while, staring hollowly at nothing in particular, until his head finally drops into his hands with his elbows on his knees. She's gone, comes a cruel voice in his head. Out of nowhere, his face suddenly crumples under a choked back sob as something grief-shaped twists sharp and suffocating in his chest. ]
OPEN - Streets of Heropa, De Chima, Maurtia Falls, etc. (basically anywhere)
[ Ellie has been gone a little over a week now but Joel can't accept that she's really gone. Deep down, Joel knows it's pointless searching for her and he has moments of giving up entirely of any chance of ever finding her, but then also has moments of delusional and desperate hope that she might be out there, somewhere.
When those moments hit, he drives the streets, anxiously peering at the passerbys and the people walking the streets. He circles some neighbourhoods over and over, mostly the neighbourhoods where Ellie friends live. He takes to walking the streets, too, sometimes during the day, sometimes at night, and there are times when he thinks he spots her up ahead and will start rushing forward, pushing his way past people and crowds, sometimes reaching a hand out to grab the person's arm and yank them around to face him with a wildly frantic look on his face. ]
OPEN - Dive bar & streets at night
[ He's been frequenting bars late at night when he can't sleep or when he's given up searching the streets for Ellie. He drinks whiskey mostly, sometimes beer, until he's either drunk enough to feel numb or drunk enough to be refused any more drinks. He's a sad, pathetic looking case, slouched at the bar with his head in his hand and his other hand wrapped around either a glass or a beer bottle. He's also agitated, too, and worried out of his mind, and all choked up with a bitter, dead sense of grief and anger towards this whole goddamned place taking his little girl away from him. If anyone where to bump into him, provoke him or even talk to him funny, Joel just might lash out.
At last, he will stumble out into the streets, swaying towards the direction of his car with his hand fumbling in his jeans pocket for his car keys. Joel is a big, burly, fairly intimidating looking guy, and his morose drunkeness gives him an even more menacing appearance than he already typically has. It's also very obvious that he's drunk, though - it shows not just in the off-kilter way he walks but in the sluggish way he handles his car keys, especially when attempting to slot the key into the car door to unlock it while swaying on the spot. ]
WHERE: Various locations
WHEN: A week after Ellie disappeared, backdated before the Power Swap plot
WHAT: Ellie was Ported out. Sad Dad mode activated to critical mass levels.
WARNINGS: Pooossible violence? Will edit if necessary!
CLOSED TO JESSE
[ She's been gone almost a week.
The first few days since Ellie disappeared were grim, anxiously silent ones. Joel only managed to keep it together under the nervously desperate hope that this was like last time: maybe she'd been Ported out but she'd be back in a few days. He kept wildly oscillating between being terrified of what new changes her return would bring, and not caring one single shit what change it would bring, just so long as she returned to him. The atmosphere in the house with Jesse has been cold and tense, almost every moment of Joel's energy spent worrying and worrying, with it all bottled up in silence inside him. He hadn't even been able to mention Ellie's name in fear that… she might not return.
And now it's been almost a week, and any shred of hope Joel had has decayed into a sickening dread sitting heavy in his chest. He still hasn't mentioned her name or even talked about her around Jesse, and he's probably been driving Jesse crazy with his restless pacing and silent loitering around the house.
It's stupid of him to go into her bedroom. Maybe he's hoping, by some miracle, to find her there, or maybe it's simply out of habit, because for months now, Joel has made a point of going into Ellie's room every night to give her a kiss goodnight on the forehead or the cheek. She's not there, of course, and he stares into the empty room before slowly heading in and sinking down heavily on her desk chair. He sits there for a while, staring hollowly at nothing in particular, until his head finally drops into his hands with his elbows on his knees. She's gone, comes a cruel voice in his head. Out of nowhere, his face suddenly crumples under a choked back sob as something grief-shaped twists sharp and suffocating in his chest. ]
OPEN - Streets of Heropa, De Chima, Maurtia Falls, etc. (basically anywhere)
[ Ellie has been gone a little over a week now but Joel can't accept that she's really gone. Deep down, Joel knows it's pointless searching for her and he has moments of giving up entirely of any chance of ever finding her, but then also has moments of delusional and desperate hope that she might be out there, somewhere.
When those moments hit, he drives the streets, anxiously peering at the passerbys and the people walking the streets. He circles some neighbourhoods over and over, mostly the neighbourhoods where Ellie friends live. He takes to walking the streets, too, sometimes during the day, sometimes at night, and there are times when he thinks he spots her up ahead and will start rushing forward, pushing his way past people and crowds, sometimes reaching a hand out to grab the person's arm and yank them around to face him with a wildly frantic look on his face. ]
OPEN - Dive bar & streets at night
[ He's been frequenting bars late at night when he can't sleep or when he's given up searching the streets for Ellie. He drinks whiskey mostly, sometimes beer, until he's either drunk enough to feel numb or drunk enough to be refused any more drinks. He's a sad, pathetic looking case, slouched at the bar with his head in his hand and his other hand wrapped around either a glass or a beer bottle. He's also agitated, too, and worried out of his mind, and all choked up with a bitter, dead sense of grief and anger towards this whole goddamned place taking his little girl away from him. If anyone where to bump into him, provoke him or even talk to him funny, Joel just might lash out.
At last, he will stumble out into the streets, swaying towards the direction of his car with his hand fumbling in his jeans pocket for his car keys. Joel is a big, burly, fairly intimidating looking guy, and his morose drunkeness gives him an even more menacing appearance than he already typically has. It's also very obvious that he's drunk, though - it shows not just in the off-kilter way he walks but in the sluggish way he handles his car keys, especially when attempting to slot the key into the car door to unlock it while swaying on the spot. ]
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He starts walking towards him.]
Do you have any idea how pathetic you look right now?
[Slides the knife he stole from the bar out of his shirt sleeve and into the palm of his hand, ready to throw it the second Joel goes for his keys.]
Let me take you home. I can get you there quicker.
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Fuck off, asshole. I don't need your fuckin'--
[ He suddenly goes stumbling off to the side from overbalancing in his effort to swipe his keys up from the pavement. ]
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If he was a good person, he'd hurry the remaining steps and make sure Joel didn't fall over.
M's not exactly a good person.]
Want to rethink that statement?
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So, this guy pressing the issue, refusing to leave him alone, has Joel suddenly charging straight for him the moment he regains his balance: a drunken lurch with pounding footsteps, his teeth gritted and his face twisted up into ugly anger. ]
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As much as he'd really like to punch him, M still finds him too pathetic. Instead, he positions himself in such a way that when Joel gets closer, M attempts to flip him to the ground, using Joel's own momentum against him.]
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But then he lifts his head to peer at the guy, and his mouth twists into anger as he rocks onto his side and starts staggering back to his feet with every intention of going charging for the guy again. Suddenly, he's so filled with rage, ugly and pain-filled rage that he's been bottling up since Ellie went missing, and his face is twisted in anguished fury. ]
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M doesn't make it very far before the implants in his head practically start to scream at him that the fight isn't over. Seems playtime's over and this guy doesn't want to be a sad sack anymore. Fine.
He rolls to the right and goes a into a backwards roll, though rather than completing the roll, he turns the momentum into a kick using both feet, aiming for Joel's chin.]