[h2]Hey, Brother[/h2]
[h3]The China Doll [/h3]

OOC: JP between [@Winters], [@MK Blitzen] and [@Yule]

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Mathias stared at the sink as the steam front he water fogged the little mirror in the bathroom he had escaped to in order to clean up. He splashed his face working to erase the evidence of the violent events that took place in the cargo bay. 

His hair ended up being next and soon after he realized his shirt had not been spared either. He switched out and cleaned up the remains with a grim frown. Then silently wiped up any stray speck of red that escaped around the sink and looked back in the mirror. 

Fresh and clean.

Like it never even happened. Mathias convinced himself, his knuckled white as he gripped the edges of the sink. He wasn’t a guy who really drank, at all, but if there was a time to get shit face today was it! Gathering his things up he slid open the door, fully intending to go to his room and hide from the insanity bubbling from all the nooks and crannies on this cursed ship.

Cyd turned the music up louder. Make it louder, until everything melts away. Turn your brain off. She’d have downed a red devil if they didn’t have ruttin’ work to get to. She turned it up one more notch before sitting down on the edge of her bed. Out of the three of them, she was the only one dressed and ready, white button down, black skirt just long enough for her fingertips to graze the hem when they hung at her side. ‘Regulation.’ Too long for her liking. They still had to pick up a shirt for Isaac, two now that Mathias’ was ruined for sure. She bumped the music up one more notch.  Not like anyone on the ship would be sleeping that time of day- well, as far as she knew, anyway. Truth be told it was four days. Did they really [i] know [/i] anyone on the ship? 

Isaac sat on the floor, his board clenched tightly between his thighs for stability as he applied firm steady pressure to the wrench until the nut on the first wheel gave way. [I] That's how you don't strip it. [/I] he thought as he buried himself into the task at hand. He felt kinda shitty that he didn't have something comforting to say to his brother. What the hell do you say?? [I]"Sorry you got some dude's brains on your shirt"[/I]?? It seemed like nothing he could think of felt like it would be enough, not to mention how [I]he[/I] felt about having a front row seat to that horror. So, he chose to say nothing for now. Not like anyone expected comfort or sagely advice from the 'baby' anyway. 

The door to their room slid open and a scrubbed Mathias walked in closing the door behind him and jammed his gunky shirt into their laundry bag. Which was now getting cleaned sooner rather than later before letting himself fall on the bed with a heavy sigh. It seemed the four of them were all working hard to avoid talking about the issue at the moment. Isaac and his new trucks, Cyd and her music, Mathias staring blankly at the wall and the 600 pound gorilla sitting awkwardly in the middle. 

Cyd watched Isaac for a bit, him working on his longboard diligently, before swinging her eyes to Mathias. [i]Mathias. [/i] If that deck’s aim was off, if he missed, if the bullet had gone through and hit him, hit Isaac, [i] stop thinking it, just don’t! [/i] Music wasn’t making it stop. But they had work to do. [i]Ag![[/i] “Let’s hear it, Yobo."

“What the fok were you even THINKING?!?!” Mathias exploded sitting up. “Have you genuinely lost your damn MIND?!”

"Hey!!" Isaac reflexively shouted in an attempt to defend his sister, but then realized he had nothing else to add in that moment. 

Mathais glared down at Isaac. “Got something to say do you?”

The younger Skye let his empty challenge hang in the air uncomfortably before quietly going back to his work while making quite the stink face.

“No,” Cyd chuffed, standing up and waving a hand toward her brother. “On me - He didn’t do anything.”

"Never do." Isaac muttered under his breath, disgusted with himself that he did nothing in the moment of truth to come dashing to his brother's rescue. It wasn't anything like in the movies.