our conversations ain't long but you know what is (fearisgone) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2012-11-15 15:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2012 [11] november, jax, nick |
WHO: Jax and Nick
WHEN: November 15, 2019 ; afternoon
WHERE: the rec room... of doom
WHAT: shenanigans of some sort
WARNINGS: Low, probably
Jax couldn't believe how much bigger this compound was than the safehouse at the New York Library where he'd lived for quite a while. He was exploring it again today, much as he'd done yesterday, even venturing outside into the cold. He figured it wasn't anything compared to how cold it was going to be as November faded into December and then January, so he might as well wander around now. The worst thing that had happened had been a guard or two telling him to get away from the wall, but he could deal with that. Barked orders had a tendency to roll right off of Jax's back; he'd just shrugged and moved along.
After getting himself thoroughly frozen, he'd gone back inside, dumped his jacket off in his cell-- cell! How freaking cool was that?-- and had some lunch. The food was okay, and it was nice that they had people to prepare it. Back home, he hadn't been much on fixing his own meals. He'd be more likely to eat peanut butter from the jar than anything else. But he'd had exercise and he was fed, so now it was time to see what else there was to get into.
Based on the only decent suggestion he'd received the day before, Jax decided to check out the rec room. He spent a while rummaging through the movies and pulling a few out for consideration, and then he got to thinking about movie lighting. Sure, there was the option of turning all the lights off, but that might be too little light, especially if he was watching a horror movie. Jax would have let his toenails and fingernails be pulled before ever admitting it, but some of those movies freaked him out a little. Especially after being front and center in the horrifying ordeal of being swarmed by zombies and bitten, himself.
Movie lighting. Hmm. Jax noticed that just above the couch was one of those fluorescent light boxes, and he started to wonder if he could take one or both of them out for the effect he wanted. Not being one to idly wonder without trying to find out for himself, he balanced himself on one arm of the couch and reached upward, bracing one hand on the ceiling as he tugged at the plastic-y cover thing that was over the lights. As he did this, he amused himself by singing an old Kanye West song in an exaggerated falsetto: "She take my moneeeey... when I'm in need. Yeah she's a triflin'... friend indeed." At that point the plastic cover popped off and fell to the floor, and he interrupted himself with, "Oops."