Heyyy, what's happenin'? You've reached the voicemail of one very fine-lookin' man. Wanna chat? Fanboy all over my mad skillz? Declare your undying love for me? You know what to do. [BEEEEP]
[Unfortunately, Newt's caught Wade at an extremely bad time, and it should be painfully obvious by the growl and the frustrated, strained singsong that comes from the closed door in response to Newt's frantic banging.]
Kinda busy here, dude! Come back in like... five minutes!
[wtf even??? Whatever's going on in there, it flies right over Newt's head. Sorry, Wade.] Dude, this can't wait five minutes! [Newt's freaked out (and worried enough) that his focus is solely on that] Rosie showed up in our room and her hand was gone--and she just booked it out of here!
[Welp. That imagery drives all thoughts of romance right out of his mind. A shame, too-- he was just getting into a good rhythm there. Wade struggles to slip on his pants and buckle his belt, flinging the door open and getting right into Newt's personal space.]
What was that about a hand? And Rosie...?
[Whatever it is, it doesn't sound good. Not at all.]
[alksdhfs Newt leans backwards and can't help but stumble back as Wade gets right up in his grill] Dude, I don't know! She wouldn't talk about it--she just woke up in our room without a hand, barfed out the window, and wouldn't tell me anything before running off!
[That's not really the answer Wade wants to hear. He grabs Newt's shoulders to stop him from falling, but also to let him know that this is Serious Fucking Business.]
You don't know? Nah, dude. One thing to wake up havin' a new tattoo or a Prince Albert. Completely different thing to wind up having a missing fucking appendage. You didn't think to maybe press her a little about it before she bolted?
[At least grab him with the hand that didn't go down your pants, dude. Common courtesy.]
[Newt scowls at that question] Of course I did! She wouldn't tell me anything! She let slip that something choked her out and she didn't want me to tell you, but that's all I could get out of her before she ran off!
[Wade pinches the bridge of his nose. Definitely one of those tension headaches coming on, he can feel it.] ...God dammit. Okay. Did you at least see which way she went?
[He knows that this isn't Newt's fault. Really. And he also knows that his flippant tone of voice is just Newt's way of dealing with the fact that he's just seen one of his roomies suffering from a grievous injury. Not everyone can deal with extreme body horror on a regular basis, after all. But Wade's already having a bad day, and Newt's attempt at being smart isn't exactly making it any better.
He doesn't say anything, not at first, but it should be obvious to Newt that he's annoyed. His eyes bore into Newt's long enough for it to be uncomfortable (and also long enough to realize that the dude has heterochromia, which he files away for future reference). Then he sighs, breaks eye contact long enough to slide a hand over his head in frustration, and is back in Newt's personal space with a finger almost touching the other man's nose.]
You're about one sarcastic comment away from havin' your underwear pulled over your head, Poindexter. How 'bout actually usin' the brains that God gave you and tellin' me which direction she hightailed it outta there? Gimme somethin' to work with, at least!
[Newt frowns a bit when Wade stares at him, then jolts back when he's suddenly right in Newt's face with a finger pointed at his nose. He soon scowls, however, at the words that follow.
He's reaching up to shove Wade's hand out of his face, angrily, before his voice rises in pitch and volume, the result of frustration and a feeling of being totally, utterly useless. So he shouts his next words, fairly unreasonably, but...]
I don't know, Wade! I didn't see which way she went, I don't know where she's going, I don't know anything! I'm not a ranger or an assassin or a mercenary; I don't know how to track or find people, I can't fight, I can't help at all!
[all the shouting seems to take the wind out of him a bit, though he remains breathing hard afterward.]
...I couldn't help Travis. [Newt's voice cracks on his friend's name, and he looks away, at the floor, hands clenched into fists] I can't help Rosie either. So you have to do it, because I can't, okay?
[In the time it takes Newt to deliver his spiel, Wade goes through a rather interesting plethora of reactions. The first is surprise-- Newt was definitely saucy for a nerd, but he'd never expected him to just completely go off on him like that. The next is anger-- it doesn't take a mercenary or a ranger to just pay attention once in a while-- but when Newt mentions Travis, of all people... well.
That's been the root of the problem this whole time, hasn't it? Where the anger and the frustration is coming from. The feeling of complete and utter uselessness on both their parts; seeing their friends injured or dead or disappearing one by one and being powerless to stop it from happening. Wade isn't the only one who's lost people, after all. He's not even the only one who's lost people several times.
Wade lets out a deep breath and releases it, slowly, letting out whatever remaining ire he has left in him. One of his hands is still gripping Newt's shoulder. He relaxes it, offering a few awkward pats and an understanding and apologetic nod of his head.]
Okay. Okay. We're both getting a bit too worked up here. Let's start over a little more calmly. Now-- do you remember her bleeding at all or was she bandaged up?
[the restart and the hands on his shoulders mollify and calm a bit, and he frowns at the question, as if trying to remember.]
I.....
I don't think it was bandaged. I think it was exposed. I was too surprised to do anything, honestly--I barely got a word in before she ran off, once she noticed I was there.
[Wade nods. It was kind of expected, anyway-- he didn't think Rosie would be in her right mind to apply first aid to a wound as soon as she woke up, especially not after being caught out by one of her roommates.
He strokes his chin thoughtfully, searching the floor for any type of clue.]
That means it must've still been leaking, yeah? I mean, unless whoever did that to her cauterized the wound afterwards, there's gotta be at least a blood trail we can follow, right?
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Wade--! [and now Newt's moving quickly towards Wade's room, lifting a fist to bang on the door] Wade, I need your help!
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Kinda busy here, dude! Come back in like... five minutes!
HIDEOUS LAUGHTER
couldn't resist
What was that about a hand? And Rosie...?
[Whatever it is, it doesn't sound good. Not at all.]
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You don't know? Nah, dude. One thing to wake up havin' a new tattoo or a Prince Albert. Completely different thing to wind up having a missing fucking appendage. You didn't think to maybe press her a little about it before she bolted?
[At least grab him with the hand that didn't go down your pants, dude. Common courtesy.]
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He doesn't say anything, not at first, but it should be obvious to Newt that he's annoyed. His eyes bore into Newt's long enough for it to be uncomfortable (and also long enough to realize that the dude has heterochromia, which he files away for future reference). Then he sighs, breaks eye contact long enough to slide a hand over his head in frustration, and is back in Newt's personal space with a finger almost touching the other man's nose.]
You're about one sarcastic comment away from havin' your underwear pulled over your head, Poindexter. How 'bout actually usin' the brains that God gave you and tellin' me which direction she hightailed it outta there? Gimme somethin' to work with, at least!
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He's reaching up to shove Wade's hand out of his face, angrily, before his voice rises in pitch and volume, the result of frustration and a feeling of being totally, utterly useless. So he shouts his next words, fairly unreasonably, but...]
I don't know, Wade! I didn't see which way she went, I don't know where she's going, I don't know anything! I'm not a ranger or an assassin or a mercenary; I don't know how to track or find people, I can't fight, I can't help at all!
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...I couldn't help Travis. [Newt's voice cracks on his friend's name, and he looks away, at the floor, hands clenched into fists] I can't help Rosie either. So you have to do it, because I can't, okay?
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That's been the root of the problem this whole time, hasn't it? Where the anger and the frustration is coming from. The feeling of complete and utter uselessness on both their parts; seeing their friends injured or dead or disappearing one by one and being powerless to stop it from happening. Wade isn't the only one who's lost people, after all. He's not even the only one who's lost people several times.
Wade lets out a deep breath and releases it, slowly, letting out whatever remaining ire he has left in him. One of his hands is still gripping Newt's shoulder. He relaxes it, offering a few awkward pats and an understanding and apologetic nod of his head.]
Okay. Okay. We're both getting a bit too worked up here. Let's start over a little more calmly. Now-- do you remember her bleeding at all or was she bandaged up?
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I.....
I don't think it was bandaged. I think it was exposed. I was too surprised to do anything, honestly--I barely got a word in before she ran off, once she noticed I was there.
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He strokes his chin thoughtfully, searching the floor for any type of clue.]
That means it must've still been leaking, yeah? I mean, unless whoever did that to her cauterized the wound afterwards, there's gotta be at least a blood trail we can follow, right?