Jack Landors (robinindahood) wrote in parabolical, @ 2009-03-02 02:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | bart allen, jack landors |
Who: Jack Landors and Bart Allen
What: Two pent up cranky heroes is a recipe for disaster. They need to do hero things!
When:Monday evening
Where:The apartment, then streets!
Warnings: potential violence on NPCs. They're always getting picked on. >.>
To say he hated L.A. lately was an understatement. Usually he could deal. But lately it was just getting worse and worse. He hardly went out anymore unless it was to patrol. Even then he went with Sam, or stuck close to the apartment. Which was now full of Devils Trap symbols and salt lining every crack. He was unusually quiet these days. Didn't say much unless it was necessary or forced. He didn't know what to say. Where to begin. He hated it..Bart wasn't looking so great himself lately, with Lana disappearing he wasn't surprised.
How did Jack feel about it though? He hadn't revealed. He didn't really show much emotion anymore. He was afraid. Cowardly as it might be, it was working out fine for him. He didn't get close, he didn't get hurt. It was a good logical plan. The only flaw was? since when was he ever logical. When did he ever act on science or brain power over his heart. He was the type who wore his heart on his sleeve. His system was rejecting it. He was shutting down mentally. Just closing up all over again. But it was far from his mind what was going on as he distantly fixed the door he'd accidentally shot a hole through when altering his weapons. T.K. had given him such a lecture, he couldn't not do it.
"Power packs before alteration..right.." Jack mumbled to no one in particular. Whatever that meant, it was the first thing that came to mind as he sealed off the door and poured more rock salt along the crack of the door. "..Hey. Anymore rock salt?" He called to the other man as the box ran dry. Door crack only half covered.