measure_this (rictor_scale) wrote in x_2012, @ 2010-09-24 16:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | rictor |
Ric was a man of passions.
Who: Rictor, OTA
What: Packing up
When: Friday afternoon
Where: Halls of the Haven dorms
Warnings: Language is likely
Despite the lazy, live in the moment, devil may care attitude Ric presented to the world at large, he was a man of passions. They ran deeply through his rather fiery blood and when they surfaced, they usually did so explosively. Rictor had managed to keep from exploding at anyone over the entire Magneto thing, but there was no guarantee that would last. He was passionate about this particular topic, no question. He was inspired and determined that he had to do something, the idea that anyone could do anything less was currently enough to get him sufficiently pissed off. It was not entirely logical, but Ric was not currently concerned with logic.
He looked rather like a brooding storm cloud as he trudged down the hall, a box full of trash in his hands. Erik had said he was returning in a week, and a week was today, so Ric wanted to be ready to go. He had spent the day sorting through the possessions he and Shatterstar had collected over their time at the Haven. Neither of them were pack rats, but it was still impressive how quickly possessions and clutter built up. His hair had grown just long enough to pull back into a very tiny tail which had little brown strands flying wildly in all directions, it at least helped to keep most of his hair out of his face. He dropped the box into a trashcan placed at the end of the hall and dusted off his hands. That should be the last big load of junk, he thought. Little more packing and they should be ready to go.
He was eager to get moving, to start a new chapter in his life. The Haven had been good to him, no question. His life had radically changed since coming here, he had mellowed out and found people he genuinely liked and who felt more like family than his real family had. He was glad Shatterstar was coming, they were both men of action and there had been no real question about their decision. A brief exchange of eye contact after Erik's speech had been all either needed to confirm that they shared the same passion as did Magneto. Alex may have been leaving the team, but they were still Acolytes and still believed in being hands on, in making sure things happened. Ric was honestly excited to see more action, and had been relived when Shatterstar said he had no ill instincts regarding what Erik had said. It all felt right, and Ric was impatient for the wheels to be set into motion.
Turning to survey the hall, Ric pulled his hair out of its rubber band and attempted to smooth it back into a less frumpy tail. It was a futile attempt, but the impulse to try it was still there. He took a deep breath before starting down the hall back towards his now almost bare room to finish packing.