Antoine Triplett (triplett) wrote in the100, @ 2015-04-03 22:52:00 |
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Trip never did down time well. And here it wasn't any different, except that there was precious little at hand with which to distract him. No Netflix, no radio -- he hadn't checked out the book selection yet, or even if there was a book selection. Down time was made doubly hard by the fact that there was no next mission to look forward to, nothing to psych himself up for. There was just this local intranet and trying to not argue with Ward and wondering just what in the hell was going on, all of this stuff that everyone alluded to. But Skye was here, and Simmons, and probably Fitz, and that made up for a hell of a lot, knowing that they were safe and around to be teased and talked to. Someone's kid had left a ball in the common room; Trip could just see the red rubber curve of it under a side table. He retrieved it and made a game out of throwing it at the wall, angling it just so that it would come back to him every time. So far, he was 20 for 21. Not a bad score. Not great, but room for improvement would mean that he had something to look forward to. The little phone he was issued dinged. The message was from Skye, confirming that she'd meet him here. Good. The urge to see her, anyone from home, really, was strong. Everyone was so damned happy to see his face on here that it was a little creepy, and he had a gut feeling that whatever Skye would tell him would be hard to swallow. He caught the ball one last time and paused, listening to footsteps that seemed to be coming his way. He grinned; it was Skye. Had to be, it sounded like how she walked. Trip stood, turning to face her while his mouth drew wider into a full smile. "Hey, girl. It's damn good to see you." |