The Master (themasterreborn) wrote in whoville, @ 2010-02-14 12:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | cpt_jack, notveryspock, themasterreborn |
Vae's Jack
It was a bloody awful day for the Master. Sometime he could tell what was going to the drums and everything that went with it worse...and sometimes he couldn't. It had always been that way. He's woken up barely able to think and in a viscous mood, the rush of noise in his mind telling to lash out.
So, rather than go stalk something, as he would have once upon a time, he kept himself shut away and drugged into a stupor. He sat in a chair the main room of the cottage, gloved hands lax, and staring off into space.
Hating feeling like this, as much as he could muster, underneath the haze he was in.