09-27-2015, 03:26 PM
Thud. Thunk. Thwack.
Adam's preoccupation with trying to concuss himself enough to no longer care about a certain series of events leaves him blissfully unaware of the entrance of the very things he was trying to drive out of his mind with crippling self-inflicted head trauma. A long, drawn out, angry soliloquy is mercifully prevented when there is the sound of someone clearing their throat.
And with a final, distinctive THUD, Adam flinches visibly, shrinking down nearly half a foot and a muttered "FUCK." clearly audible in the relative quiet. For a long moment, the very displeased young heir of time remains stock still, the only sign of life the continued muttering and sub-audible complaints issuing forth in an endless torrent from his mouth.
Finally a shiver ran through his entire frame, as if resigning himself to his fate, having not heard the sound of anyone departing and most assuredly not feeling the sensation of waking up from what he had fancifully entertained as a possible dream, he straightened up to his not-so-impressive full height and turned about, mostly turning his head, to look at his 'guests'.
Behind his glasses, his eyes went first to the crabby-looking troll. The shorter of the pair. Radiating a sense of barely-contained rage at anything and everything. And then the other. Dopey-looking. Seemed like he could barely string together more than two sensible thoughts in any given period of hours. It could be worse. There could be more of them. They could possibly be connected to that fucking game that had wrecked his entire life. They could be figments of his imagination here to kill him in his sleep.
OR ONE OF THEM COULD BE FUCKING HIGHBLOOD.
The twitch in Adam's eye was all the warning that there was before he launched into a string of angry drivel. "Great. Fantastic. Awesome. Super." He turned back to the wall, smacking one closed fist against it in a pointless gesture of ill-relieved frustration before pushing away from it, limping visibly without the aid of his trusty crutch -- one of these days he could realize he didn't need it anymore....one of these days. Probably.
"As if this entire fucking place wasn't bad enough....get ripped from the ass end of a game session when things are about to finally go right and be over, then I get the god tier slapped out of my by some fuck who may or may not be a first guardian in disguise, and then I have no idea what the fuck and now I'm here, and I CONTINUE TO HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THE FUCK--" He whipped around and pointed an accusing finger at the two trolls, directing the weight of the action at Gamzee in particular. "AND NOW.....you two show up. If this is coincidence then it's a really fucking bad one. I have never seen a coincidence as coincidental as this in my life. Or in all the lives I have memories of shoved in my fucking skull."
And if it isn't a coincidence, Adam? What then?
"And if this isn't a coincidence, then I..." He let his arm drop lamely back to his side. "I still have no idea what the fuck." He put one hand to his forehead. "Agh, now my head hurts.....and not just because of headbutting the wall...." He turned a much less rage-filled gaze back at his 'guests', trying to hide the twitch and urge to grab his rifle and escort the unwanted occupants from the premises in the most expedient, violent manner possible. ".....so. What brings you by?"
Adam's preoccupation with trying to concuss himself enough to no longer care about a certain series of events leaves him blissfully unaware of the entrance of the very things he was trying to drive out of his mind with crippling self-inflicted head trauma. A long, drawn out, angry soliloquy is mercifully prevented when there is the sound of someone clearing their throat.
And with a final, distinctive THUD, Adam flinches visibly, shrinking down nearly half a foot and a muttered "FUCK." clearly audible in the relative quiet. For a long moment, the very displeased young heir of time remains stock still, the only sign of life the continued muttering and sub-audible complaints issuing forth in an endless torrent from his mouth.
Finally a shiver ran through his entire frame, as if resigning himself to his fate, having not heard the sound of anyone departing and most assuredly not feeling the sensation of waking up from what he had fancifully entertained as a possible dream, he straightened up to his not-so-impressive full height and turned about, mostly turning his head, to look at his 'guests'.
Behind his glasses, his eyes went first to the crabby-looking troll. The shorter of the pair. Radiating a sense of barely-contained rage at anything and everything. And then the other. Dopey-looking. Seemed like he could barely string together more than two sensible thoughts in any given period of hours. It could be worse. There could be more of them. They could possibly be connected to that fucking game that had wrecked his entire life. They could be figments of his imagination here to kill him in his sleep.
OR ONE OF THEM COULD BE FUCKING HIGHBLOOD.
The twitch in Adam's eye was all the warning that there was before he launched into a string of angry drivel. "Great. Fantastic. Awesome. Super." He turned back to the wall, smacking one closed fist against it in a pointless gesture of ill-relieved frustration before pushing away from it, limping visibly without the aid of his trusty crutch -- one of these days he could realize he didn't need it anymore....one of these days. Probably.
"As if this entire fucking place wasn't bad enough....get ripped from the ass end of a game session when things are about to finally go right and be over, then I get the god tier slapped out of my by some fuck who may or may not be a first guardian in disguise, and then I have no idea what the fuck and now I'm here, and I CONTINUE TO HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THE FUCK--" He whipped around and pointed an accusing finger at the two trolls, directing the weight of the action at Gamzee in particular. "AND NOW.....you two show up. If this is coincidence then it's a really fucking bad one. I have never seen a coincidence as coincidental as this in my life. Or in all the lives I have memories of shoved in my fucking skull."
And if it isn't a coincidence, Adam? What then?
"And if this isn't a coincidence, then I..." He let his arm drop lamely back to his side. "I still have no idea what the fuck." He put one hand to his forehead. "Agh, now my head hurts.....and not just because of headbutting the wall...." He turned a much less rage-filled gaze back at his 'guests', trying to hide the twitch and urge to grab his rifle and escort the unwanted occupants from the premises in the most expedient, violent manner possible. ".....so. What brings you by?"
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