#restored bones

Upon opening the suite door, Bones is faced with quite the scene. The suite is absolutely trashed. The walls have dents sprinkled about it. The dents are small, fist shaped, and barely indented. It seems each one was hit multiple times to make a mark. The vanity they use to do their makeup and get ready has gone to waste; mirror shattered and wooden table concave. The coat rack was misshapen and laid near said vanity, signaling it was used to break it. Some of Bones' products and lavender perfume was spilled in the mix. One of Elise's flamingo props is covered in little impact dots the size of a dart. It doesn't look like darts had been thrown, though. It seems more like someone got mad and stabbed it repeatedly with a dart for lack of any better weapons and/or victims.

In the corner of the room is Elise, curled up in a ball, back to the door, clutching it's other flamingo prop, and still. He's quaking slightly, breathing slowly and such. They’re not making any noise apart from breathing, however. It looks like he'd had a tantrum while nobody was watching.

[Bones takes a good look around the room. He's stunned at the corridor as he stares into the god awful mess that is now the suite. He takes a few steps in, tracing the wall with his hand. He halts suddenly and is just bewildered by what's going on.]

[It's been a long fucking morning, and this is the last thing he wanted to come back to. Everything of his was destroyed including his humidifier. His bewilderment quickly shifts to anger. He's absolutely fed up with today.]

🦴 # ゛What the fuck happened here? 𓏼

[He doesn't even notice Elise until after he speaks. His eyes lock onto the small figure. His expression reads nothing less than livid.]

[There was some talk about someone breaking into the Medical Ward, but what would he have anything to do in there? Just seemed like a lucky coincidence. There was another rumor that sprung up more recently about him being murdered. That one seemed much more likely.]

[At first, nobody really noticed the disappearence, a breath of fresh air waltzing over the place. It was nice not to be bothered by some foul-mouthed lucky criminal, but after a week, it becomes noticeable and almost concerning.]

[Where did he go? Where has he been?]

Y'know I still have no clue what's got you being so mean to Sharkbag!

🦴 # ゛Sharkbag? Who the fuck? 𓏼

about to reach out and touch a framed photo placed crookedly on the wall, there was a scowl and slight curse from behind her.

turning around quickly to make sure someone wasn’t out to get her, she just saw Bones messing up his eyeliner through the open bathroom door.

-🔭@paran0idcosmol0gist

[There he was, the man of the hour. Bones was practically splayed across the sink counter with a bundle of make-up wipes sitting beside him and his eyeliner in his hand. His jacket sleeves were rolled up (somehow) and they showed the nastiest scars Vega's ever had to lay eyes on, but Bones didn't seem bothered by them. He took another makeup wipe and wiped the crooked eyeliner off, the white foundation underneath it coming off just as easy with the eyeliner.]

[He let out a long, agitated sigh as he stared back at the mirror. He sets the eyeliner down and goes to pick up his white foundation again. That's when he spots Vega out of his peripherals. He beckons Vega closer.]

🦴 # ゛Vega, I need your help! 𓏼

[Bones finally maneuevered his way back to getting to the suite. He was more tired than livid, almost all of his social battery spent within the last few hours than he'd ever dealt with his whole life. He honestly just wanted to lay down, go to bed, and not go out the next day—Just to scare people. Despite this, he still needed to talk to Elise and probably beat the shit out of the boy while he was at it. If he's going to murder someone, he can do it on his own accord. Don't be a pussy and blame someone else.]

[He was walking down into his room when the sight of something shining caught his eye. He turned to see a notebook sprawled on Elise's bed. It was very glittery... Bones didn't know that Elise liked glitter THAT much. He would've typically left it alone, it wasn't his business, but one look can't hurt right?]

It was a lazy afternoon. Vick was off info gathering and other boring old man things while Bones and Elise stayed in the suite, just messing around. Elise was throwing darts at one of the flamingo props they usually carried around, aiming for the head and other vitals. Bones was touching up his makeup and hair using the vanity mirror. The two chatted for lack of anything better to do.

"Man, either this show is full of the most naive and soft criminals I've ever met, or everyone's playing crazy mindgames."

Elise was talking about everyone but Bones and Vick, of course. They were the only ones with a lick of sense around here. Or at least in Elise's opinion they were.

[Bones sighed as he rubbed away the mascara that had somehow gotten under his lashes. He put the bottle down after, too irritated to continue. It was just Elise anyway, it's not like he was going out anytime soon.]

🦴 # ゛I know right? I feel like I have to strangle reactions out of everyone in here. 𓏼

[He responds as he looks back at Elise. His mascara was half-done, so it looked weird.]

and so, Vega sat a few barstools away from bones. Taking awkward glances in his direction

-🔭 @paran0idcosmol0gist

[Bones notices when Vega walks in and sits down but stays quiet for a moment. He takes note of the weird glances that Vega gives him. For a unnecessarily long time, Bones doesn't say a word. He just twirls the wine in his hand and takes occasional sips from it.]

[After that period, He finally decides to speak up.]

🦴 # ゛Am I so dazzling that I've left you stunned? 𓏼

first, he disappeared out of nowhere for a night and the following morning, and then reappeared later that afternoon. he showed up with horrible dark circles under his eyes and seemingly skipped breakfast that day, and has been agitated the whole time they’ve been investigating (bones is unsure whether those two things correlate or not).

elise even pointed out him repeatedly flinching at random intervals. it certainly looks like tics to bones, but they don’t have confirmation on this yet. he’s seen him do that once or twice before, but it’s gotten significantly worse today.

they're not used to seeing vick be so… anxious?? he’s always so put together, everything about him is meticulously crafted to be as perfect as humanly possible, so it’s… jarring, to say the least.

“ what do you think you’re looking at. ”

vick’s cold words snap bones out of his thoughts — right, yeah, exploring. either way, it’s been a long day for them too, so they should really take a break. too bad vick is seemingly insistent that they have to ‘make up for lost time’ or whatever. they’ve been here for what feels like forever and the actual rounds just keep getting postponed, so they’re not exactly short on time. it’s weird how vick is suddenly making a big deal out of this, when bones literally disappeared for weeks at one point and he didn’t bat an eye. seriously, what’s up with him today?

— @trivial--tycoon 🪻

[Bones wasn't stupid, contrary to popular belief. He could see a man in potential distress from a mile away. Despite that not-so keen observation, he can't help but keep thinking about the fact Vick desperately needs some concealer. Either way, he stood there, intensely studying every crease and line on the man's face. Anything to give him a hint to what gears are turning in that old man's head. He didn't hide it either, it was obvious that he was studying over Vick as if looking for an entry point. He came up with nothing in the end.]

[He blinked rapidly when spoken to finally. He shook his head and looked away, but his attention went back to Vick rather quickly. When something caught his eye, he found it hard to ignore. Vick has caught his eye, so now he gets to deal with the consequences.]

🦴 # ゛Are you... Okay? 𓏼