Longshot (ix_longshot) wrote in ix_rpg, @ 2016-09-18 18:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | codename: ace, codename: longshot, date: 10.24.16 |
Misunderstanding all you see
Who: Ace and Longshot
What: Clearing a few things
When: October 24th, Sunday night
Where: Student commons
Warning: None
It was still unreal. Not being under constant watch, having the freedom to move around as he wished. Art was still getting used to not being told what to do constantly. Not having Rita around made that even harder, since he was used to following her lead. He missed her, missed Ben. He was worried about both of them, what the Company was going to do. By now they'd be doing something about investigated his lost signal. God only knew what Spiral thought or was doing if she had decided that something had happened to Longshot. The tech people were still working on his destroyed burn phone. Even with his luck working again, he knew her chances of finding him in the random location he'd been teleported to were slim. He probably should be out actively looking for her, but they needed these mutants' help to take down the Company and save Ben. So he had to do what he could to keep their trust. Which meant staying put and trying to be helpful.
He was wandering around the house after dinner, not really sure where he was. There were rooms with numbers on them all around him. Kind of like the barracks where the mutants were housed. But a lot nicer. In between the two hallways of rooms, there was a larger room, with a big TV and a pool table and smaller tables. He vaguely remember Chris calling it a 'commons'. Whatever that meant. He took a pool cue off the wall and chalked it up. Rita had taught him to play pool on their first few outings. They would shark people, mostly for fun, Art's luck, dexterity, and aim giving him an unfair advantage. He didn't care about the money so much as impressing her.
Lining up the balls, he broke it, not really putting any effort into it. Which meant he only sunk one ball on the break. Playing pool on his own kind of sucked, since all it did was make him miss Rita more. He moved around the table, lining up the next shot. Sinking it really didn't help make him feel better. Art was just lost.