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badfic_manor2011-04-06 05:58 pm
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[13th Calculation] Recoil [In Person]
[Gene hasn't been seen since he met Nina in the hall. After being received so coldly, he did the first thing that he shouldn't have done and that was to lock himself away from everyone else. He had a lot to think about and the crushing blow he received on an emotional level killed his ability to remain somewhat sociable.
Sitting in the library, he's reading a book on mental illness. Frustrated after reading it for an hour, he quickly gets up from his seat and throws the book across the room in a brief fit of rage, running his fingers through his short cropped hair.
The impact from the book and its drop knocked over the vase on the opposite side of the room. He didn't want to admit to himself that he's starting to fall apart himself. The loss of his wife back home, the stress of uncertainty if his daughter was okay, the rejection he felt from Nina, the numerous tortures that the Author had put him through not to mention the absence of the friends he made all came crashing down on him.]
Fuck this.
[He turns around in the opposite direction where he threw the book and out of the library.]
Sitting in the library, he's reading a book on mental illness. Frustrated after reading it for an hour, he quickly gets up from his seat and throws the book across the room in a brief fit of rage, running his fingers through his short cropped hair.
The impact from the book and its drop knocked over the vase on the opposite side of the room. He didn't want to admit to himself that he's starting to fall apart himself. The loss of his wife back home, the stress of uncertainty if his daughter was okay, the rejection he felt from Nina, the numerous tortures that the Author had put him through not to mention the absence of the friends he made all came crashing down on him.]
Fuck this.
[He turns around in the opposite direction where he threw the book and out of the library.]
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Ah, Sorry- [he follows after Gene]
I couldn't help but notice you don't seem to be very happy. [not that he is, either- but he's more bored then anything]
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[Losing his composure wasn't normal for Gene. Not to mention the lack of nicotine really put his mental state through the wringer since he's trying to quit smoking for the umpteenth time.]
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Right. That was sarcasm. Listen, I'm not in a good mood as you can already tell. I'm trying to quit smoking and it's wreaking havoc on my interpersonal skills and patience levels. So if you'll excuse me, I'm going to blow up a few toilet bowls.