iamwe (iamwe) wrote in x_2012, @ 2010-08-21 16:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | multiple man, scion |
Half an hour staring at the frozen treats...
Who: Madrox, OT Scion
What: Coming back from a stroll
When: Saturday afternoon
Where: In front of the Haven
Warnings: Language and car violence likely!
Jamie had spent the first part of the past few weeks rather worked up and worried, what with the whole MLF mess and one of his Dupes getting involved in it all, it was enough to give a man heartburn. Time passed, and the worry began to recede. One could only obsess over things they could not influence or see in any way for so long. John, as his dupe had taken to calling himself to provide some distance between them, was not close enough for Jamie to "sense" him, so the ability to worry himself sick slowly slipped away. On a warm, bright day like today with the gnawing concern for a part of himself slipping far into the back of his mind, Jamie had decided there was only one thing to do with himself: Ice cream.
The walk into town was not outrageous, and Jamie decided it would be a good way to stretch his muscles. Picking what kind of ice cream he was getting, now that was a problem he had not fully anticipated until he entered the shop. Too many options were a very bad thing for Madrox, a man who could be anything wanted everything, and there lay the rub. Unable to spawn dupes to help him through the decision making process, Jamie had spent a solid half hour staring at the frozen treats before ordering a vanilla cone from the very annoyed looking clerk and departing quickly.
He did not even like vanilla.
What should have been a delightful outing was turning to mild frustration as Jamie stepped inside the gates of the Haven again, the half eaten cone in hand. He was not sure if he really had the desire to finish it, and all that wasted time was beginning to cause him some real annoyance. "The hell is with you, Madrox?" He demanded of himself in a grumbling tone under his breath. "I've got to get my shit together," he sighed, rubbing at the short-cropped hair at the back of his head. He held the cone away from his body, realizing he really did not want to eat any more of it, he not realizing how in his self-scolding thoughts, he had wandered down the very center of the driveway.