_eliot_spencer (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _eliot_spencer) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} omega_reality,@ 2011-10-20 13:05:00 |
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Who: Eliot/Derek
When: Thursday, October 20, 2011
Where: Team Center
Summary: Eliot had a new intensity around him bordering on insane
Eliot was lucky that he could drop off to sleep when he wanted or else he'd be suffering from serious insomnia since Nate had been killed. It was good that he'd relocated to Parker's flat because she wouldn't question the amp up of his routine. He had to become more competent, more useful, more... everything. A kid had died. He could not let that happen again.
In the Team Center, Eliot strode the halls as fast as he could, cane swinging back and forth. He'd asked Parker to make a mess for him, making the Team Center an obstacle course, when she'd come in for work. He knocked into things he couldn't see, roughly sixty-forty cane-first and thus able to avoid it.
When he reached a certain floor, he counted doorknobs as he dodged around until he reached Morgan's. He paused to rap on the door, stuck his head head, and said, "I'm going to need four high grade false pregnancy bellies, a box of two pound ring weights, and foam, when the women are cleared."
Then, Eliot continued down the hall, cursing following in his wake when he ran into something.