Kade Gibney (feral_at_heart) wrote in athinblackline, @ 2009-03-24 12:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | mastermind, wild child |
Maybe then I'll find you
Who: Wild Child OT Mastermind
When: After breakfast, Tuesday morning
Where: Jason's Manor
What: Gibs is being a shithead teenager and having issues. No surprise.
Kyle was restless, pacing, frowning and grumbling to himself. He had not noticed at first, he had been going about his usual business, noting that Jason was not a breakfast. That was not entirely unusual, the old fool could well have gotten drunk and slept through it. But at lunch his scent had again not appeared. Forgetting his food, Gibs had wandered the halls, sniffing and sampling the air. No Jason.
His defenses immediately shot up, a snarl pulling at his lips as he rushed back toward the kitchen. He all but exploded in the door, murder in his eyes. “Where is he?” He demanded, claws shooting out of his fingers. The kitchen staff was not especially fond of him, but they had never truly been afraid. This exact moment, seeing the feral ready to kill on a dime, they were afraid. “Why didn' anyone notice 'e was gone?!” He demanded, snatching up the nearest thing he could find, a half cut onion and hurled it across the room. It was an action he would regret later, the scent of raw onion was going to cling to his hand all day and his sensitive nose wold protest to no end.
“We know he's gone, you smelly brute!” The head cook, who never seemed afraid of Gibney at all, snapped as she brought a rolling pin down across the back of his head. Somehow, Kyle always turned into a pathetic child in front of the woman. “He's on the island for a stay. Now SIT DOWN and eat your lunch and don't you come in here terrorizing my workers again!” With that command, she clocked him lightly in the back of the head yet again as the blushing, grumbling feral quickly excited the room in a shuffling four-legged scuffle, rubbing at the back of his neck.
That had set the pace for his entire day. Jason was gone. He was gone and he had not even bothered to tell Kyle.
Those deep-seated and often ignored abandonment issues Kyle kept a close secret suddenly flared, leaving him growling, pacing, endlessly uneasy. He could not focus on his training, could not seem to move enough to kill his restlessness, he just spent the next dozen hours growling and shifting. He had managed to sign onto Revolve's database, apparently whoever was sweeping the system knew he was off island and granted access to his code name anyway. Heather had taught Gibs a bit about the Interent, and the feral was slowly coming into his own on the system. There he had found something very interesting and very exciting, which only made him want Jason here all the more!
GRR!
The night had been sleepless, he had spent most of it jumping from treetop to tree top and staring at the moon. He had missed the moon, so many years locked away in Revolve, separated from the night sky and the heavenly body which had such sway over his temperament. The night helped to distract him, but not to stop the almost suffocating ache. Jason. Wasn't. Here. It was ironic, Gibney was always demanding his space, his freedom, his independence, yet the moment the man was gone without his knowing, Kyle panicked. He ignored the irony, crouched sullenly at the breakfast table when the time at last arrived, poking halfheartedly at his eggs. His appetite was hardly there, though his nose had not allowed him to ignore the thick, warm slices of ham which had been served with the eggs, those were very long gone. Still, he was troubled. Where was Jason?