Lindsey McDonald (stopitevilhand) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2011-02-18 15:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | lindsey mcdonald |
Who: Lindsey and OTA
When: Late evening
Where: Community kitchen
What: Studying or taking a break from
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete
The date of the Kansas Bar Exam was quickly approaching.
Lindsey felt like he had gone back in time to the weeks before he had taken the one for California, spending his nights pouring over books between busy shifts at the bar. It was like another lifetime, one before vampires, demons, sold souls, and evil hands. He had been ignorant that there was something out there that went bump in the night until he had been thrown into it at Wolfram and Hart. Thank god he was quick to recover on his feet. After that, he would see incoming new employees destroyed by their inability to adjust to the strange world they had been introduced to.
He needed this. Sitting around the complex, waiting for something to happen or something to screw with them, was getting old. It might have been the bout of Pride that had pushed him to sign up for the test but he didn't regret it. Maybe once he started earning a paycheck, he could get out of the complex, find his own place. First he had to score high on the test. Easy enough, except he didn't want to just pass. He wanted something that would make him stand out when it came time to apply for the job.
Attention locked on the text in front of him, Lindsey reached for the mug of coffee sitting to his left. He took a sip, the edge of the mug breaking his line of sight for a moment. That was when he heard the soft scratch of a pen against paper. His right hand was writing on the yellow legal pad, one word over and over. Kill. The evil hand was bored. Scowling, he dropped the pen and flexed his fingers, taking in the world written over a good three quarters of the top page. "Seriously?"