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Brady Somers (bradysomers) wrote in rrinitiative,

Brady wanted coffee. He really wanted some fucking coffee after the bullshit on the computer this morning. He was being punished? Seriously, what kind of stupid, fucked up shit was that? It didn't matter that he really had planned on cutting the grass anyway because it would be something to do that would eat up a good bit of time that he wouldn't have to otherwise fill, he just didn't fucking thing he should be punished from what had happened in the pool. It had been a goddamn reflex, and he'd stopped it, damn it.

But he'd still done it.

He needed to be more in control of himself, needed to be able to stop it from happening in the first place, and so he'd take his licks, whether they were deserved or not. They probably were deserved. Fuck. He was a goddamn fuck up, and he knew it, and obviously the Administration had figured it out, too. Why else would they be punishing him?

And so Brady grumbled all the way from his room to the tool shed, which really wasn't very far at all. He'd get this shit done, then reward himself with that fucking cup of coffee he really wanted. He got the mower out, checking to make sure it had juice before getting started. It was already a little warm, but he ignored it, just focusing on pushing the mower over the grass. Only not too far into the mowing, he found his head blocked by some shmuck who seemed half passed out under a tree. "You gonna move out of my fucking way so I can finish this shit sometime today?" he asked, his annoyance sapping what little politeness he might have issued otherwise.