Open Log Who: Achilles chink_in_armor + Polyxena Where: Coffee shop When: Friday afternoon Rating/Warnings: None for now
Adrianus, or Achilles to those that knew him, had spent the entire week working on the script he'd put down one too many times in the past. The itch to work on it had flared now that there were old foes back in his territory. Or was he in theirs? His knack for invading into others business and hitting the annoy button pretty much came naturally. It was a genuine reflex to dealing with people socially, when he really had a lack of solid social skills, his ego didn't help when it got in the way. Taking the lead as a warrior for most of his Greek life, left plenty of room for a dysfunctional personality. Then again, it had yet to be declared if that was developed early on or throughout his last ten years in the Trojan War. A war he was pushed in to fight, that may have never been his war to begin with. It was dangled in his fate from day one, a fate he always took boldly.
The years of leadership and dictatorship instilled within him, and despite the handicap of a flared tendon he still took pleasure in throwing around orders. Actors were as easy to handle as a battalion of men. Those who were under him, in his legion, only less important. It was all about the glory.
His laptop faced the north side of the coffee shop, on one small table all by itself with a iced drink beside it. This was a good place to think when he didn't want the confines of his apartment and wanted to gloat on his project. Legs crossed at the ankle, and stretched out in the chair in front of him, Achilles typed away on that computer keyboard about as quick as he could wield a sword, slice through a neck before taking a running spin into the next three opponents. He grinned at the blaring LCD screen with pleasure. This one would very well reach beyond a box office hit.