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outsiderslogs2013-02-23 07:53 pm
nerdstomping) wrote in outsiderslogs2013-02-23 07:53 pm
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who. Isaac Clarke, Tony Stark and Steve Rogers
what. Roomies to be.
where. Zeta District
when. Shortly after Isaac's arrival. (exact date will be here one day)
warnings. Language, mostly. Angry men with scary levels of intelligence. Empty threats, probably.
"Shit."
A harsh, frustrated sigh followed by a series of clicks of static. For a moment, he thought he saw a flicker of light in front of him, familiar and a small sliver of hope.
"Norton? Carver?" No response. Not even another minuscule burst of static.
"You've gotta be fucking kidding me." Those words came out louder, harsher than any others had been in some hope that they would be able to help ease away the anger and frustration pulsing in his veins. It didn't help, not at all.
"How the fuck am I supposed to help Ellie if I can't even figure out what the hell is going on?" His hand moved, slamming against the wall nearest him with a resounding thump. His head fell forward, shoulders bunched and the blue eyes pressing to a tight close as his jaw clenched. He tried to find something in him to calm his nerves, anything to help tame the anger he felt clouding his mind.
what. Roomies to be.
where. Zeta District
when. Shortly after Isaac's arrival. (exact date will be here one day)
warnings. Language, mostly. Angry men with scary levels of intelligence. Empty threats, probably.
"Shit."
A harsh, frustrated sigh followed by a series of clicks of static. For a moment, he thought he saw a flicker of light in front of him, familiar and a small sliver of hope.
"Norton? Carver?" No response. Not even another minuscule burst of static.
"You've gotta be fucking kidding me." Those words came out louder, harsher than any others had been in some hope that they would be able to help ease away the anger and frustration pulsing in his veins. It didn't help, not at all.
"How the fuck am I supposed to help Ellie if I can't even figure out what the hell is going on?" His hand moved, slamming against the wall nearest him with a resounding thump. His head fell forward, shoulders bunched and the blue eyes pressing to a tight close as his jaw clenched. He tried to find something in him to calm his nerves, anything to help tame the anger he felt clouding his mind.