measure_this (rictor_scale) wrote in x_2012, @ 2010-08-29 23:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | rictor, scion |
Ric was not an overly mushy guy
Who: Rictor, OTA
What: Sneaking out for a smoke
When: Monday afternoon
Where: Just outside the doors of the Haven
Warnings: Smoking, language
Shatterstar was one confusing bastard, Ric occasionally mused to himself. Ever since Rictor's injury on the field, Star had all but obsessed over his well being, despite the fact that the healers and Haven medical crew had taken amazing care of the Mexican mutant. While the constant concern and fussing over was flattering, it did get old rather quickly. Ric was not an overly mushy guy, and after a day or three, needed a little bit of space. That was what had him sneaking out to grab a smoke while Shatterstar was distracted with working out and meditating.
Ah, cancer sticks: Rictor's answer to meditation. While his hands were completely healed from the burns he had suffered, the nerves were still edgy, as if they remembered it all too well. Even the small heat from the lighter was enough to make Ric wince slightly as he flicked the flame into light and used it to set his smoke ablaze. He issued a small sigh as the familiar taste filled his mouth and lungs, nicotine calming his nerves, both his literal and figurative ones. Leaning his form against a post, he took another slow drag and tilted his head back as smoke curled lazily past his lips and into the air above him. That helped, the gray waves of ash drawing the memories of the injury away like some kind of enchantment.
"Damn it all," he muttered at no one in particular and for no real reason. Sneaking away, catching a smoke, swearing at the world at large, it was all a kind of stress relief for Rictor in a way that he could not fully explain. He did have a feeling that Alex was going to get onto him about his addiction to cigarettes shortly, though. Just what he needed, getting it from both Star and Havok. "Yep," he murmured aloud as the thought occurred to him. "Damn it all."