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Aidan J. Reilly ([info]redclayheroics) wrote in [info]marinanova,
@ 2013-11-01 19:35:00

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Entry tags:aidan reilly, euphemia li britannia, hei, kitty pryde (aoa), lacus clyne, malcolm reynolds, piter de vries, sougo okita, tear grants, zelgadis greywars

243 // audio + action
[ It's been a long day. An eternity or perhaps just a few minutes, seconds, heartbeats since he woke up to an empty bed and an even emptier apartment. It wasn't too hard to swallow back the panic at first, keep it at bay with positive thinking and the stubborn task of looking in every nook and cranny, of testing the line over and over and over again because sooner or later he would turn up. He'd pick up the call. He was probably just busy, or out in Sector 6 or taking a bath.

He'd show up, sooner or later.

Morning turns to day turns to evening and he's still alone. By now the panic is all-consuming, squeezing at his heart until he can't even breathe. Fingers shaking, Aidan flicks on the audio feed. One last ditch effort. ]


Has anyone- [ But he stops himself there. Sometimes you know the answer all too well. So well that you don't want it confirmed more than you've already done yourself. He draws a deep breath, steadies himself for another short minute. ]

If anyone wants t' know... I know he had a few friends here. Probably more than he knew. Helix is...

Helix is gone.

[ With that he cuts the feed, abruptly, tugs the headpiece off just as frantically before heading down to the beach. He can't think of any other place to go. ]


((ooc: Anyone is welcome to find him down at the beach! Audio responses will be icly delayed seeing as he's pretty damn heartbroken, but they will be responded to eventually. ))



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[info]fields_of_hope
2013-11-05 06:35 pm UTC (link)
There's no hurry. [Logistics relatively settled, Lacus falls silent as she looks at the rolling waves. Nothing close to the real sea she'd lived beside during her too-brief time on Earth and yet it's impossible not to associate with that time. She wants to be there for Aidan and hopes she has been, a little, despite her own grief which is only slightly less fresh.]

May I stay a while? [Something in her tone says she's done talking unless he's not. She just doesn't want to leave him alone.]

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[info]redclayheroics
2013-11-06 05:42 am UTC (link)
[ He hesitates for just a moment, contemplates asking her to leave him alone... but being alone was never a good thing and he has plenty of time to do that later. Instead he nods, slowly. ]

Yeah... I'd like that. Th' beach ain't much fun when you're on your own.

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[info]fields_of_hope
2013-11-07 08:54 pm UTC (link)
[She nods and pulls her knees to her chest, chin settling on her folded arms. If Aidan wants to talk she'll listen and do her best to help; if not, she's content for each of them to sit with their own thoughts. Grief is a tough thing, and she would much rather both of them had someone beside them, just in case.]

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[info]redclayheroics
2013-11-08 10:55 am UTC (link)
[ It's surprisingly nice, having someone to sit in silence with. He doesn't say anything else, just lets his thoughts wander with the rolling waves, allows himself to get lost in the rhythmic noise and the presence of one of his best friends in this godforsaken place.

So many lost already. He'll need to keep the ones he's got left even closer. ]

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