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savetheearth2013-05-29 08:27 pm
twopercent) wrote in savetheearth2013-05-29 08:27 pm
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[closed action -- backdated to the 22nd]
Who: Casval and Jack.
What: Bad roommates, bad feelings
Where: Casval's apartment.
When: Late morning
[Jack's already been awake for some time when he notices Casval pull up outside the apartment.The movie channel's turned down low, and he's been here long enough to get a feel for the familiar sights and sounds of the neighborhood outside.
Slouching around in a pair of Casval's pants, he picks up the handgun off the coffee table and goes to check at the window, as he has each time before... looking for anyone following the other man's car. Any unusual activity. But there's nothing, and he returns reluctantly to the sofa before Casval walks in the door.
It's been different than the last time he stayed at Casval's; more uncomfortable, for a start. Jack's not sure what happened exactly, but the overall course of events is clear enough to him -- they took out the invaders' latest grunts, both he and Casval had gotten roughed up pretty good in the process... and Casval had been worried enough about Jack's habit of taking off on him that he'd handcuffed him to the bed. If the circumstances had been different, it might have been a little funny. But with the way Casval had been acting lately, the more Jack thought about it, the more it grated on his nerves.
Everything about the situation was wearing on him. Had already worn thin, between dealing with each others' quirks on a daily basis and nothing for him to do except scan network posts, watch movies, and drink.Between the two of them there was an impressive collection of empty bottles building up... and the foul mood Jack was usually in after a few drinks hadn't been helping the situation much either.]
Hey.
[He greets flatly as Casval enters.]
What: Bad roommates, bad feelings
Where: Casval's apartment.
When: Late morning
[Jack's already been awake for some time when he notices Casval pull up outside the apartment.The movie channel's turned down low, and he's been here long enough to get a feel for the familiar sights and sounds of the neighborhood outside.
Slouching around in a pair of Casval's pants, he picks up the handgun off the coffee table and goes to check at the window, as he has each time before... looking for anyone following the other man's car. Any unusual activity. But there's nothing, and he returns reluctantly to the sofa before Casval walks in the door.
It's been different than the last time he stayed at Casval's; more uncomfortable, for a start. Jack's not sure what happened exactly, but the overall course of events is clear enough to him -- they took out the invaders' latest grunts, both he and Casval had gotten roughed up pretty good in the process... and Casval had been worried enough about Jack's habit of taking off on him that he'd handcuffed him to the bed. If the circumstances had been different, it might have been a little funny. But with the way Casval had been acting lately, the more Jack thought about it, the more it grated on his nerves.
Everything about the situation was wearing on him. Had already worn thin, between dealing with each others' quirks on a daily basis and nothing for him to do except scan network posts, watch movies, and drink.Between the two of them there was an impressive collection of empty bottles building up... and the foul mood Jack was usually in after a few drinks hadn't been helping the situation much either.]
Hey.
[He greets flatly as Casval enters.]