Henry Foss (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} computer_geek) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} colligo_threads,@ 2011-06-23 00:46:00 |
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| Entry tags: | ashley magnus, henry foss |
WHO: Henry Foss and Ashley Magnus
WHAT: Hanging around, 'working'...
WHEN: Late evening
WHERE: The Sanctuary
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In Progress
Henry hadn't been too keen on the HAP thing from the start. Who would be? But he'd been getting used to it, learning and gaining the all-important control which made it bearable. He'd been really good at it. And then this, and suddenly Henry felt completely shaken, like he'd been pushed just as he'd found his balance and now was tottering unsteadily again. Tesla had said it was this place, some weird astrological thing that was probably inevitable given the two moons, but Henry couldn't help but wonder if he'd just worked a little harder, had fought a bit harder to keep control... Perhaps it wouldn't have happened.
But that wasn't something he could vocalise to most people, so he'd just shut up. He'd taken to working late into the night, his face lit up with the blue light of the computer monitor. There was still this weird glitch with the PDAs, and a part of him felt like if he could fix that then perhaps it'd go a tiny way into making up for the things he'd done while transformed. Plus, he was getting a bit sick with random text messages describing the messy personal lives of the rest of the population. Those people seemed to discuss their sex lives weirdly frequently.
He was eating a sandwich without really tasting it, his gaze fixed on the screen before him, another two monitors glowing on his right as they peddled through some operation or another. A cold cup of coffee was hidden between pieces of paper covered in his messy scrawl. Henry was so lost in his work he almost didn't notice the blonde girl wandering into the room. In fact, it was only when the footsteps were within a few feet of him that he looked sharply up, an arrow of pain shooting across his neck.
"Ash," the Werewolf smiled across at the young woman wandering towards him, slumping back on his chair and spinning it to face her. "What do I owe the pleasure? You better come bearing gifts."
But that wasn't something he could vocalise to most people, so he'd just shut up. He'd taken to working late into the night, his face lit up with the blue light of the computer monitor. There was still this weird glitch with the PDAs, and a part of him felt like if he could fix that then perhaps it'd go a tiny way into making up for the things he'd done while transformed. Plus, he was getting a bit sick with random text messages describing the messy personal lives of the rest of the population. Those people seemed to discuss their sex lives weirdly frequently.
He was eating a sandwich without really tasting it, his gaze fixed on the screen before him, another two monitors glowing on his right as they peddled through some operation or another. A cold cup of coffee was hidden between pieces of paper covered in his messy scrawl. Henry was so lost in his work he almost didn't notice the blonde girl wandering into the room. In fact, it was only when the footsteps were within a few feet of him that he looked sharply up, an arrow of pain shooting across his neck.
"Ash," the Werewolf smiled across at the young woman wandering towards him, slumping back on his chair and spinning it to face her. "What do I owe the pleasure? You better come bearing gifts."