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Jet Star ([personal profile] retrograding) wrote in [community profile] cape_kore2013-03-24 07:24 pm

video | 004 | day 54

[Because the broadcast is a video, Jet Star comes on the screen with his hair somewhat tamed and his eyepatch in place. His expression is as calm as ever, and the video is steady. The only evidence that there might be something wrong is the sound of clattering and a somewhat distressed voice in the background - but Jet ignores that for the most part to address his audience.]

I have one very simple question for the people of this town today, and I like to think it isn’t an unreasonable request. Two friends of mine, Party Poison and Kobra Kid, have not been home for a while. Has anybody seen either of them? They’re rather hard to miss. Party Poison has red hair, and Kobra Kid is blonde, the former is short and the latter is tall --

[Fun Ghoul suddenly appears over Jet's shoulder, scowling at the communicator.]

One's fuckin' stupid, and the other one's twice as fuckin' stupid. Give 'em the real facts, Jet. Two days! [He holds up two fingers in front of Jet's face just in case you assholes forgot how to count.] Never gone this long without sayin' shit, ask that raccoon-eyed piece of work what she did with our boys--

[And he cuts himself off to disappear into the background again, sending something else crashing to the floor. Jet watches Ghoul stomp off with a sort of sad expression, and when he looks back at the communicator, the look sticks.]

We aren't accusing anyone of anything. But if you are out there, either of you - or if anybody knows where they might be, please let us know.

Please. Thank you. [And the feed cuts off. Jet has some calming to do, excuse him.]
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[personal profile] plaidsamurai 2013-03-27 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Dead, or alive, or injured, in Logan's books it was just better to know than to be stuck guessing for weeks. He still hadn't found any trace of what had happened to Laura, no body, nothing.

When the kid shows up he puts out his cigar and tucks it away.]
Hey, kid. Logan. [He offered out his hand for a shake.] Whaddya got for me. [He half wondered if the guy was going to stick around for his 'tracking'. The fact that he'd be sniffing around like a dog wasn't going to be fun to explain.]