Cormac McLaggen (whiskeyaswater) wrote in nocte_silenti, @ 2011-02-17 14:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | cormac mclaggen, katie bell |
Who: Cormac McLaggen and Open
Where: Third floor, random classroom
When: Thursday, February 17
Why: Cormac is releasing things in a healthy and totally normal way.
Rating: Watch for language because clearly he can't.
Status: In Progress!
Cormac needed a drink. But he wasn't going to just to prove to some..girl...that he wasn't a drunkard. Why did he care again? Oh wait...that's right because now they had to find a feckin' partner for the rest of forever with no warning. A loud crash pierced through the air as he picked up a desk and threw it against the nearest wall. He'd found himself a room where all the desks were luckily not huge and nailed to the floor. Lucky for him, not so lucky for the furniture in the room. He'd broken everything so far that wasn't nailed down and he could lift, and even with the things he couldn't, he started useing bits of other stuff to break the stuff that wasn't nailed down.
Every so often he'd take breather, look at his journal and before he knew it he was back at it, smashing everything in the room. Sure he'd fix it...eventually. But not now. No. Cormac was fuming. He didn't want to get married! The thought of settling down with some woman, or having one chosen for him...fuck that! He hadn't had a steady relationship in years. Dating was one thing, but settling down with a family? Fuck! He threw a chair at the chalk board and glared at it as it flung backwards and shattered against the hard floor. He stood there leaning over a little bit, his hands on his knees as he breathed heavily. He needed a god damned drink to be able to think things through. But first, he needed to finish the job and smash the last chair that was standing into one of the windows...