teddy beaufort ( technokinetic ) . (codebreaking) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-12-01 00:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-21, ice, teddy |
someone should pay me for my lack of real activity.
Who: Teddy and Ice.
Where: The motel where Omega are staying.
When: Early afternoon.
“Son of a bitch.” There was more than a touch of shocked indignation in Teddy’s voice when he blurted that. On the screen what was left of his character slumped to the ground and the system officially announced his death. “Where the hell are you anyway? How did you even make that shot?” The irate expression on his face probably looked a lot more amusing than it should have, the tight thin line of his mouth and the way his nose scrunched in his frustration, his brows drawn together in a heavy frown. “Your ass is mine.”
Video games were never the most productive use of their time but over the years Omega had been operating Teddy had come to learn that they were just as important as the actual hunting side. Okay, maybe not important but kicking back and spending time not tracking down dangerous deadly supernaturals was definitely a good thing. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy, wasn’t that what they said? Well in this instance it was more like all work and no play makes Teddy crazy, which was just as bad, if not worse. And after the previous day’s unusual and undeniably unnerving encounter he was in need of some distraction and good company. So here he was, sat on the foot of his room’s bed with the TV and system all hooked up and the controller clutched in both hands expertly as he went through the brief process of bringing his character back into the game after their untimely death.
Thankfully Ice could always be counted on to indulge in a little virtual carnage. These sorts of games were always more entertaining with company, even if said company had just killed you. Virtually. Not literally. Obviously. Back in the beginning Teddy would have taken something like that much worse than he did now, even as he got his character moving again he was starting to smirk again, already working out his next move. “Don’t get too comfortable,” he said to his companion, the smirk really taking shape now. It didn’t take him long to catch sight of what he was looking for and when he laughed it was almost knowing somehow. “Payback’s a bitch.” And at that exact moment he opened fire.
A grenade would have been better but he was all out. Maybe next time.