Where Did You Go?, //Open

[Jensen Wu]

It was just like her to disappear on him... again. All he'd done was to mention the fact that he wanted her to take a tour of the University in town and she'd spat in his face. She was raging, freaking out, and then she'd run off. This had all taken place two days ago and he was still on the search. Sure, his intentions had been to have her go get a degree in something, anything?! He'd suggested fashion since she seemed to be into it, into the trends and this and that and she'd gone ballistic. His own twin sister, his flesh and blood, all he ever did was care for her and she couldn't help but scream at him. The memory was still so fresh in his mind and he couldn't shake the slight anger and resentment that he felt toward her at that point.

Maybe he needed to take every one's suggestions and just give up, throw in the towel. He was sick of dealing with this stress and cleaning up her messes. Sure, she was never really that good of a student, not like him at least, but that was no need to just give up. Give up on hopes, dreams, and just life in general. She'd told him countless times that she was living, living the life that she wanted to, but there had to be something more. Something behind that party girl, that wild child that she couldn't seen to grow out of. Instead she kept going, full course, and here he was worried about her, did she even care.

"You're not my fucking father you asshole, you have no fucking right to tell me how to fucking live. For all I care you can go straight to Hell!" He remembered her screaming before she'd turned to the door and stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind her. He'd thrown up his arms and turned away, clutching the edges of the sink until his knuckles turned white. He couldn't handle it, the anger, the... pain... she caused him. For a moment he wished that she'd just go away and stay gone, but now he was at one of the places that knew him well, looking for her again.

Sighing to himself he stepped out of his car and walked up to the door. As they swung open for him for what seemed like the billionth time he walked in and straight to the nurse at reception. She looked at him, knowingly and gave him an apologetic smile while she shook her head. He sighed again, thanked her and walked back out the doors. Pulling his phone out of his pocket he sent a quick text: "Si, it's me, text me... I'm going out of my mind here..." He sent it and then placed his phone back in his pocket before sitting upon a bench, about ready to just give up his search.

[Stephanie Amberson]

Stephanie was on guard duty, that was just a fine and dandy turn of events on the day. Injured witnesses were one thing, injured suspects were another. Either way Stephanie was stuck making sure whatever woman was in there did not leave the hospital. Chuckling to herself the woman could relate; the brunette was an escape artist when it came to working her way out of the hospital before discharge paperwork would even make it her way. The officer leaned against the wall after taking a peek in at the woman in the room. Crossing one foot over the other much as she had her arms crossed, the woman leaned against the doorway.

Stephanie's gaze wandered to the left side of the waiting room (from her perspective) and she saw a man sitting there who looked frustrated, then again who wouldn't be frustrated in a hospital. It was Stephanie who kept things, in perspective, and she chose to just for the most part ignore most everyone. The woman just sat there waiting for someone to relieve her or for someone to come and get this witness. It was not in her interest to just sit here and watch the passerbyers, but at least she was still getting paid.

(Blargh well at least she is there)

This post has been edited by Stephanie Amberson on Apr 24 2012, 10:43 AM

[Jensen Wu]

Sighing to himself he placed his head in his hands. He didn't know where to turn, where to look. He was plum out of ideas and he was stuck here until he figured out where his next turn one. Pulling out his phone he found her in his contacts and hit send, he was sure she wouldn't answer but it was worth enough. Sure enough, she didn't answer and his call went to her voice mail. Sighing again he shook his head and decided to leave her a message, "Hey... Me again... Where the hell are you? Would you please answer me so I don't have to worry? Call me.." He hung up and stuck his phone back in his pocket, still unsure of where to go. He couldn't believe that that call would piss her off, she should feel lucky that she had people in her life that cared for her and worried about her. Instead she just found it irritating and controlling as she put it.

Jensen was in no way trying to control her life, or, at least that was how he felt, he just wanted to improve it. What was so bad about settling down and meeting a guy that she could one day marry? What was so wrong about going to school and getting an education so that one could be truly, financially independent? There was nothing wrong with it, not in his opinion, but to her it was as good as her life being over. She'd really said it once and he didn't understand it one bit. He would love to go back to school and was planning on it next fall semester so that he could get out of the Factory and those dead end jobs that led nowhere and made him feel like he was stuck. Sighing again, which he seemed to be doing a lot of lately, he looked over and noticed the lady cop.

Sienia would really hate him for this one, seriously. She probably wouldn't speak to him for weeks or even months, but he was out of options and out of ideas as to find her and look for her. He hoped he wouldn't upset the officer, he had complete respect and didn't want to cause anything. He just wanted to ask if there was anything she could do. Hoping she wasn't busy or anything he walked over and cleared his throat. "Ma'am?" He asked her, looking at her, his hands in his pockets. "I hope you aren't busy, I just had a quick question about my sister if you have a moment, if you don't I understand." He simply stated, and then waited for her reply.

[Stephanie Amberson]

Stephanie looked over as the man in the corner got up and headed towards her. Great someone else who needed... Yep he opened his mouth. That was.. the woman just turned her head, right she was supposed to be civil when people asked for her help. Her job description didn't really give her an option. The woman needed to address him and his issue. The brunette opened her mouth to talk to him and could do little to keep the glare off her features. "Can I help you with something? she interjected. Her voice sounded abrupt and sudden. Uncrossing her arms she stood straight though still leaning on the wall as she spoke.

Stephanie was not one who dealt with people well and she had little reason to trust anyone, much less someone who was prodding her for information while she was busy. She had not failed to hear the conversation earlier when he was on the phone. The brunette knew he was looking for someone. Just what she needed a missing person's case landing its way into her lap during this time of the week.

It wasn't that Stephanie didn't want to help him, just helping people meant conversations and trust and things Stephanie wasn't really that good with. Stephanie hadn't trusted people to do right by her. There was a lot of reasons and she just didn't want to think about them. Right, she was talking to someone. Listening to a response might be a good idea.

[Jensen Wu]

Jensen was a bit taken aback when the woman glared at him and stood up straighter. She must be busy... He thought to himself as he heard her tone when she responded to him. Shaking his head he felt like a dog with who'd just done something wrong and wanted to walk away with his tail between his legs. Sighing he ran his hand through his hair and looked back at her apologetically, "I apologize, you must be busy." He gave her a weak smile and began to walk away.

Thinking better of it he turned back and pulled out one of the many pictures that he had in his back pocket and handed it to the woman. "If you have a chance. It's my twin, just concerned. Maybe you can pass it around?" He rose his shoulders and then let them fall again. He didn't want to be a bother, he knew how Sienia would've reacted, they were a bit like ying-yang, except they never really balanced each other out. Sighing, he gave the woman another look and then made his way back to the chair to think about more areas to look for his sister.

[Stephanie Amberson]

Stephanie took the photo from the man and took a peek at it. "At the mall, I saw her." she said simply. Stephanie honestly did not want to help find this woman. In fact, Stephanie wished it were against the law to back talk her the way that woman had. The woman just rolled her eyes slightly. "I have no idea where she went after that" she pointed out towards the man.

The woman leaned against the door to the room she was in and checked up on the woman inside again. The woman could not duplicate herself, and thus couldn't go there and stay here. So unless someone came to relieve her, she was tuck here watching Little Miss attitude (not that she wasn't a handful herself) but the woman hated being on two cases, at once. "Did you want to file a missing persons report?" she asked. It was her job she had to ask


(Gag -leaves it short- sorry im lucky that came out)

[Jensen Wu]

Raising his head from his hands where he'd placed them Jensen looked over at the officer. He couldn't believe what luck, she'd spotted Sienia, that meant she wasn't in trouble, wasn't.. he refused to think the word dead. That was the main problem he had with her lifestyle. What would she do if she were sexually assulted, or if she got alcohol poision, or... overdosed. Jensen tried his best to refuse to think these thoughts, but they always croped up when he couldn't find her. He knew that she'd been upset when she'd stormed away from him, which usually meant a wild party to avoid whatever it was that she wanted to avoid and that he wouldn't be able to reach her for a night, but it'd been two days since he'd heard anything from her, not even a simple text. He knew that she thought he were going to extremes, constantly insisting that Jensen wasn't her father, and he knew that, he just worried for her... all the time, which always drove her nuts.

Relif flooded his face, even though the officer had no idea where Sienia had run off to this time at least he knew that she were okay enough for a shopping trip. He vaguely wondered if she were hungover when she'd run into the officer. After that thought had entered his mind he looked up to the woman with a look of horror. "I apologise for however she acted..." He seemed to always be doing that, apologizing for his sister, time and time again. He remembered back in high school with her when she'd finally just given in and stopped doing anything to help her grades, not only was he trying to get their parent's off his twin's back, but he was also always trying to get extensions from her teachers as well as trying to get her to at least try. 'Come on, Sienia! You can do it, you don't have to get straight A's, just so long as you put some effort into it. I'll even help you!' he remembered begging time and time again. The last time she'd thrown a book at his head, she'd missed thankfully, but he'd never asked again. Sienia never had a good control over her emotions. She always wanted to be the center of attention, but not that type of attention... She just liked to be stared at.

Calling his attention back to the present, he looked back over to the officer as she spoke again. Not being able to stop it a smile spread across his face for the first time in two days. He could just think of the reaction he'd get if he filed a missing person's report with Stephanie. It'd be worse than the book indecent. Shaking his head he looked over at her and then decided to stand up. He couldn't really sit if she were standing there. He thought about moving a chair over there for her to sit on, but thought better of it and just stood himself. "No. As long as I know she's okay, for the most part." He muttered the last bit, more of just thinking it to himself than intending for her to hear him.

[Stephanie Amberson]

Stephanie shook her head. "Really you should stop apologizing for her." she said shrugging her shoulders, her boot propped up against the wall. Crossing her arms again she wasn't going to explain that she had been the poster child for needing someone to apologize for her. Stephanie had been one of the worst children in the history of okay... so she had 2 kids before she was 18 years old, she had never been married. One was somewhere and the other was a schizophrenic in a mental hospital. Closing her eyes she sighed just as she reopened them to look towards the man who was talking. Right, pretend to be polite.

When he had decided that it was okay to not file a missing person's report she just shrugged her shoulders and raised a brow. Handing him a police dept card she scribbled her name on the back. "If you need help, don't be afraid to ask" she informed him. Her intent was decent but Stephanie was always a bit rude sounding when she spoke. Stephanie was usually misunderstood, but her acts of kindness were... rare.

[Jensen Wu]

Looking up to the woman he shook his head and before he even had the chance to think about it he asked "Who else will?" before shrugging his shoulders feeling the look of doubt that he often got appear on this face once more. His main worry about his sister was that she never was one to make friends that lasted long. Once they had used up their purpose Sienia just let them go and went her own separate way, he often wondered what went wrong in their past and what she was avoiding. The moment the question had lefth his mouth, however, he slightly regretted it. It wasn't like him to think before he spoke, but this was a tad bit as though he couldn't help himself, it had just been blurted out before he'd even realized he'd spoken.

Turning back to the officer his eyes glanced down at the patch of white in her hand, For a moment he furrowed his brow in confusion but then his confusion faded. He'd been the one to ask her help, after all, of course she would offer his card. After the relief of knowing his sister was alright-and alive for that matter- he'd all but forgotten. He smiled a bit sheepishly as he took the card, a bit of chagrin on his face as he did so. Reaching into his back pocket he pulled out his wallet and placed the card inside so he wouldn't lose it. At a lose for words he simply smiled to the woman, "Thank you." was all he could say, just thanking her.

((OOC: wrote this at work in between calls, sorry if it's horrid.))