𝑬𝒙𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒍𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 | 𝑫𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒆 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

₊· ͟͟͞͞➳In the Dark, We Wait

The cold crept deeper into your bones, and the dim light of the emergency candles flickered against the walls, casting long, wavering shadows.
It felt like the storm outside wasn't the only thing disrupting the peace; tension was thick in the air, simmering just beneath the surface.

Given the darkness, now everyone had to carry their own flashlights. The beam from each light cut through the thick, suffocating blackness, but it didn't help much

Jimmy and Swansea were still attempting to use their walkie-talkies, the radios crackling with static as they failed over and over again to establish any kind of communication.
Each time they clicked the buttons and tried to speak, all you could hear was that annoying, harsh white noise that made your skin crawl.

"Damn it,"
Jimmy muttered, slamming his fist into the side of the wall.
The sound echoed in the room, and for a second, you thought the storm outside had somehow found its way inside.

He pushed the button on the walkie-talkie again, and nothing but static answered him.
"This is unbelievable."

"You've been trying that for an hour now,"
Swansea chimed in, irritation in his voice.
"Maybe it's time to accept the damn thing's busted."

Jimmy shot him a glare but didn't respond. He clicked the walkie again, holding it up to his mouth.

"Curly, come in. Curly!"
He shouted, his voice more strained this time, louder as if trying to force through the interference. Nothing.

"You're wasting your time,"
Swansea grumbled, his patience wearing thin.

He tossed his own walkie onto the counter, clearly done with trying to make sense of this broken communication.

"Fuck this,"
Jimmy spat, throwing his hands up in frustration. He stepped back from the wall and began pacing the room.
"What now? What the hell else can we do?"

"You're the boss, I'm sure you know everything,"
you said sarcastically, the words dripping with dry humor.

The laughter that followed came from Daisuke.
Swansea threw a glance at Daisuke, his smirk wide, as Daisuke snickered and shook his head.
The whole situation was absurd, and it seemed like no one could take Jimmy seriously anymore.

Jimmy, however, didn't seem amused. His expression darkened, his lips curling into a scowl.
He clenched his fists at his sides, the frustration radiating off him in waves.

"You know what, forget it,"
Jimmy grumbled under his breath, barely looking up at any of you as he turned on his heel.

And just like that, he stormed off toward the basement door, his boots echoing with each step.

"Seems like someone isn't fit to be boss, huh?"
Swansea muttered under his breath, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he shook his head, watching Jimmy disappear into the basement.

You could hear the faint sounds of Jimmy cursing down in the basement, the muffled growl of frustration echoing through the walls.
It sounded like he was struggling with something—likely the power issue he was trying to fix, but the constant swearing only added to the tension in the house.

"I'll take care of it,"
you heard him repeatedly say.

"I'll figure this out... just need to—"
His voice trailed off, the last part barely audible, but there was no mistaking the frustration in his words.
It seemed like he was trying to convince himself more than anyone else.