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Jerry's guitar was right where he had left it, tucked safely under a stack of blankets at the end bunk that had since been abandoned since the move back to the dorms. He hugged it tightly with a sigh before tracking down his bag with what clothes he had salvaged long ago, slinging both over his shoulders. Right. That down, just Sasha's things to go. He found what few items she had left at the bunk they had adopted as theirs, adding her bag to his. Just her flute left, then.

He was whistling as he limped his way to Killzone's dolphin room, looking empty and rather silly and less daunting now that they weren't stuck there. It was odd. He would miss the underground, truthfully. He rather liked the camp feel of the place. He was alone, there, though, by the looks of things.

At least it seemed his roommate situation was greatly improving. And she seemed so thrilled with her present!

His whistle turned into a hum as he made his way to the dolphin pillow, casting it aside to scoop up the flute box but...

it wasn't there.

The hum stopped.

Maybe... a different dolphin pillow? He examined the bean bag pile. By the time he had sent several flying across the room over his shoulder, only to find carpet underneath, the panic had risen in his throat. Not there... not there... not under any of the beanbags. Not in the loose paneled vent... not by the boom box still spouting Enya... Oh god, oh god, oh god-

He unloaded his bags and guitar, slinging his cane over his arm to check the beanbags again. A third time. Oh god oh god where was it??

"Rep! Rep... rep it's gone it's gone oh god oh god oh god it's gone!! She's... she's going to die she's going to freak she's going to kill me she's going to freak!!" Jerry dropped the beanbag, turning sharply to face the red-head with a look of terror, "You have to help me look oh god oh god!" He grabbed a hold of the man's jacket, practically falling to his knees in panic.

"W-we're friends, right??" Jerry looked about ready to burst into tears, and his skinny hands were surprisingly strong, still holding tight to the jacket as though afraid Rep would abandon him at any moment.

For a moment, when Rep denied their friendship, Jerry did look like he was about to really break into tears, but kept a grip on himself as the fellow Sun agreed to at least help, "It's... it's S-sasha's flute! She... she sent me to go find it but I can't find it you... you don't think s-someone... someone might have... I mean... it's g-got that engraving on it, it's obviously her's someone wouldn't... woo-wouldn't take it by mistake? Is... is there a lost and found you think? Oh god she was... she was so h-happy when I gave her her p-present and now... now she's.. oh god we have to find it, Rep, we have to!!"

"A division... oh! M-maybe... maybe Killzone has seen it? Or... or I could talk to Robert, he's got Life Labs access and... and as an intermediate maybe... maybe he could pull some strings if there's security cameras here or... or something?" Jerry seemed to calm down at the thought, "And it's hardly a whistle. You've HEARD her play, right?" He gave Rep a look before shaking his head, "She makes me look like a monkey on the guitar when it comes to that flute." He gave a beanbag a frustrated kick, and hissed, rubbing his knee a moment before straightening.

At least he was calming down and had let go.

"It... I got it when we were in Vegas. A charm bracelet. It's... it's very pretty you should have seen her, she was positively *beaming* when she got it," He sighed wistfully. "It'll... it'll break her heart if I don't come back with her flute..."

He wet his lips, glancing around the thoroughly trashed room before scratching at the back of his shaggy head, "Maybe... someone cleaned up a bit. We could check the bunks, maybe?"

Jerry gave Rep a pointed look, pushing his glasses up his nose, "Gay as in merry and bright? Or gay as in a man sleeping with other men?"

He cleared his throat, looking down again as Rep seemed to notice the pained gesture, "It's... better than it was. I stopped wearing that brace. Still... still hurts when I push it though. The cane's helped. But if I'm lucky I won't be crippled for life," His expression became careful as he glanced back to the other Sun again.

"I don't care what we stumble across, we have to find it. G-god... if... if I find out who took it, I swear, I swear there'll be more than nasty songs. There will be... be hospital bills." He snarled, hand going up to the whistle that hung from it's gold chain from the collar of his jump suit.

Jerry was about to point out the flaw in Rep's logic before the psudo-apology took him by surprise. He bit his lip, fidgeting with his cane before looking over the torn-apart room. "Th-thanks. Um. Well... it's... it's definitely not here..." The man looked crest fallen and terrified, "If... if we don't find it... I don't know what to do. I... I can't tell her, oh god, I can't... you... you have no idea what it means to her, Rep. It's... I mean. It's a level of security to her, you know? I mean... if someone took my guitar I don't know what I'd do, but that can be replaced. It's sentimental, yeah but... but it's still just a guitar. Her flute though... I mean..." He sighed, shaking his head, turning to put a hand on the larger man's shoulder, "We have to find it, Rep."

Jerry flinched when Rep threatened his guitar, his expression suddenly hardening. "You don't know what you're saying, Rep. It's not about the item. It's about what it represents. It was given to her by her father, her father who's now dead. If clinging to a piece of familiarity makes a person weak then.... well... ******** you." He set his jaw, proud of himself for getting the curse word out of his mouth.

The quip about the beanbags went right past him. He had been tossing them this way and that, it was pretty clear where he had been looking. Rep's cover was safe, for now.

"As for my Guitar. You... you just ask Jordan what happens to me when I don't have it. You ask him." He snorted, limping away stiffly to check the corners one more time. Maybe he just overlooked it in his panic. "We all need something, even a little thing, to help keep us grounded sometimes. There's no shame in that."

He was about ready to rip the bean bags open and look inside them.

But it was useless. he'd have to look elsewhere. With or without Rep's help.

With a disgusted grunt, he hefted up his bag and his guitar again, limping his way back out of the dolphin room to examine the bunks, regardless of what other people might have left there.

"M-maybe I should start a lost-and-found, if there isn't one already..." Easy thoughts. Thoughts that didn't send him into a fit of panic. Keep your cool. Alpha Wolf.