siggur nordén: writes like a stoned poet (condor) (gurdygurdy) wrote in invol_rpg, @ 2013-05-31 21:43:00 |
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“No, Mum, they can’t keep us here.” Sigge’s tone was one of sufferance. “We have an Indestructible Man. And Kiara who can make lava. And Remy who is a siss – a wimp. He’s French, ja? But he can make flamethrowers out of plastic bottles and I can use them. And then there is the Irish Arsehole – that is just what we call him, okay? Even he can be useful. It is – it will just be impossible. We are powerful and they are nothing. Shut up, I am not going to solitary. My team leader likes me, he even lets me teach Asha how to shoot a gun. No, Mum – fuck’s sake, will you stop worrying? I am fine. Worry about the girls. They are girls.” He hung up, gave the phone a malevolent look as it started to ring once more. Slammed his door loudly as he stormed downstairs for breakfast. |