Noah MacNamara (noah_macnamara) wrote in ny_journal, @ 2009-06-25 11:02:00 |
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Current mood: | annoyed |
Journal Wolfyboys
Who: Noah, Aidan, open
When: Thursday morning, around 11am.
Where: Journal building.
What: Noah and hardware aren't always the best of buddies.
The good thing was this one hadn't been a hoax or a crack dream. The VERY good thing was they'd been able to save some of the kids who'd been sent as some kinda forlorn hope against them, protecting the evil fuckers who'd been recruiting and brainwashing them. Noah's favorite thing was that the same evil fuckers hadn't gotten out of it quite so well as their advance guard.
The BAD thing, on the other hand, was that his damn gun had jammed yet again. Maybe it was some kinda ethereal thing telling him he was a damn Wolf and to use his God-or-other-given natural abilities. Noah knew guns, dammit. He wasn't some half-baked damn rookie trying to look cool with a firearm.
Then again, he did look damn cool with one - but that couldn't be helped now, could it?
The worst thing was that he now had to get the gun to McCloy, and none of the bastards in the office would do it for him most of the time. They seemed to think it was amusing.
Ha fucking ha.