seeley booth (hates_clowns) wrote in angelgrove, @ 2009-01-28 19:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! closed thread, * location: the lake, + thread, lil marchette, seeley booth |
Who: Booth and Lil
What: He starts to wonder if maybe he was dropped on his head or something.
When: Wednesday Night
Where: the lake.
Warning: possibly adult themes, language, not for the kiddies.
Booth sighed in frustration. He shouldn't be so stressed, honestly this wasn't the worst mess he'd gotten himself into. But it was the weirdest. The place looked like some kind of utopia on acid. Whenever he tried to make a phone call the line was busy. But that didn't stop him. He was Agent Seeley Booth. If he stuck on anything long enough he could get his way. He refused to believe this was any different. The sun had just set in the distant sky. The boards were the last place he wanted to be. He was supposed to be on a case. Helping people. Why was he here of all places?
He was at the lake. Trench coat flapping in the cool night air. The place was almost like it had been cut out of some picture perfect story book. Not a siren or bustling street as far as the eye could see. The town was small and he was restless. It was only day one. How would he survive? He knew he shouldn't judge books by their covers, but it was hard in a case like this. To top it all off what happened to 2009? Booth crushed his phone into his hand and glared at the dark body of water infront of him. This just wasn't his day. It was dare he say, one of those days. He lost it. Bones wasn't answering, probably didn't even know he was gone in the first place. Especially the way she stuck her nose in her work. He threw the phone into the water and winced as he realized what just happened. "Great. Now what." He paced back and fourth along the shore.