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capeandcowllogs2011-09-30 11:29 pm
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WHO: The Fallen and YOU.
WHERE: Dancitron, Shockwave's dance club.
WHEN: Evening.
WARNINGS: Grumpy former tank with little regard for the physical wellbeing of others? Possibly a bar fight.
SUMMARY: After recently getting his aft handed to him by Vector via the power of friendship and a cyberkey (the cheater!), the Fallen decides he could use a drink or five.
FORMAT: Words!
The past two weeks had been - trying. Granted it was hard to name a day spent on Earth that wasn't trying, but some were worse than others. Being robbed of a means of escaping the city and being put in his place by his former brother in arms were both near the top of the list of ways to ruin the Fallen's mood. Enough so that he eventually decided to leave his lair and inflict his foul mood on someone or something else for the night. Taking his anger out on his own possessions wasn't constructive; better that he let someone else pick up the bill for his poor temper.
A few minutes later he found himself sitting at the back of Dancitron, nursing a brightly-coloured drink and glaring down anyone who had the courage to approach his table. If he was going to give in to the temptation to brood, he might as well do it somewhere he could get free drinks.
Anyone making eye contact with him would quickly find themselves engaged in a staring competition; bump into him and he would almost certainly shove right back.
WHERE: Dancitron, Shockwave's dance club.
WHEN: Evening.
WARNINGS: Grumpy former tank with little regard for the physical wellbeing of others? Possibly a bar fight.
SUMMARY: After recently getting his aft handed to him by Vector via the power of friendship and a cyberkey (the cheater!), the Fallen decides he could use a drink or five.
FORMAT: Words!
The past two weeks had been - trying. Granted it was hard to name a day spent on Earth that wasn't trying, but some were worse than others. Being robbed of a means of escaping the city and being put in his place by his former brother in arms were both near the top of the list of ways to ruin the Fallen's mood. Enough so that he eventually decided to leave his lair and inflict his foul mood on someone or something else for the night. Taking his anger out on his own possessions wasn't constructive; better that he let someone else pick up the bill for his poor temper.
A few minutes later he found himself sitting at the back of Dancitron, nursing a brightly-coloured drink and glaring down anyone who had the courage to approach his table. If he was going to give in to the temptation to brood, he might as well do it somewhere he could get free drinks.
Anyone making eye contact with him would quickly find themselves engaged in a staring competition; bump into him and he would almost certainly shove right back.