geo and herbert

Who: Geo and Open to anyone who knows the Williams family.
When: 10:20am
Where: Funeral Home

Black jacket, black tie, black glasses. Geo felt like a bodygaurd or a celebrity or something in all the black - or would, usually. right now, the horrible numb feeling from Saturday was making a reappearance in force. He'd been able to hold it off until he'd shredded the side of his jacket - the tearing of the fabric, though (traditional, with his mother's family) had been like tearing a bag and letting all his pain flow out.

Who: Herbert and Geo
Where: Helen and Marek's house
When: Early afternoon

When Herbert got no Geo-call by 1:30, and he did get a confirming text with an address in response to a quick query, he resolutely tossed a few things into his backpack, plucked up Elda and settled her into the pocket of his single light "coat" where she couldn't get out but she could still peek her little beak out, and went out to retrieve his bicycle. It was a leisurely ride, not wanting to jostle the duckling, but he was impatient the whole way. He wanted to see his friends, ensure that they were all right, and see for himself what this Helen person smelled like, whether she smelled "safe" to him. Or at least if her house smelled "safe".

Who: Buttahfly
When: 5:10am
wish i had called before now, sorry. still alive for wat thats worth

Who: Syn
When: 5:15am
Still alive i think, sorry i didnt leave town dunno what to do now

Who: Herbert
When: 6:00am
dunno if you saw the news - were both alive and mostly ok but i think im going insane.

Who: Peyton
When: 6:03am
dunno if you saw the news - were both alive and mostly ok but i think im going insane.

Who: Geo and Herbert
When: Late afternoon
Where: Herbert and Olivia's apartment

Geo was used to getting from place to place under his own power - that much was true. What he wasn't used to, however, was walking. But the doctor had been adamant. No bike. Not until he got used to the shift in depth perception that his injury was causing. The thought drew his hand up to his eye, brushing against the smooth white of the bandage. He had to jerk his hand down again as even that light, self-supplied pressure made him think of last night. This morning. Whenever the hell it had been.

He wasn't even supposed to be out, technically, but he couldn't stand the house right now, not with the mess and the looks from his parents - somehow accusatory and sympathetic at the same time - so he'd stormed out. Wandered, carefully, avoiding most areas where he might meet people. He didn't want sympathy. Didn't want to think about his eye, or what the doctor had said...

...granted, that didn't explain why he was at Herbert's door now, hand raising to knock three times on the wood.

Who: Herbert and Geo
Where: About town
When: 7AM

That morning, Herbert's daily bike ride before school took him into Marquette proper, downtown where there actually were a few people about even this early. After the day he'd had before-- after the weekend he'd had-- the werebear wanted to actually see people. He coasted down the street, really paying more attention to what people he passed than what streets he was turning down, catching people-smells on the air and hoping, in the back of his mind, that maybe he'd catch feathery Leija-smell, or hearth-fire Thom-smell, or even that faintly gunpowder-ish Kurt-smell.

The crow-smell, though, surprised him enough that he actually slowed down and looked around for the source. He didn't see any big black birds anywhere, so why was he smelling them?

He'd never really been the morning one.

Geo Williams sat on bench, looking around the still-mostly-asleep town and sipping at a coffee...drink...thing. He wasn't even really sure what he was drinking - he'd just picked the cheapest thing that sounded the healthiest. Though. "Healthy" and "coffee," weren't they practically oxymorons? He shrugged, gulping down another mouthful and wincing at the bitter taste, muttering mental profanity at even being awake. Sammy, apparently Not Happy with the idea of going to school while he was asleep, had taken it upon himself to make sure he wasn't asleep.