Connor Temple (sometimesgenius) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-10-25 01:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | allison argent, connor temple |
Who: Connor Temple and OPEN
What: Having a moment after a breakthrough
When: Tonight
Where: Gym
Warnings: Not really
Usually Connor could be found working on his devices in the comfort of the swively chair in the security office or hanging upside down from his bunk in his cell. Today was different. He'd wanted a change of pace and so he went to the one place he always used to go for fresh scenery and something to distract him... the gym. Connor didn't look like the kind of guy to pick up a dumbbell or run on a treadmill without a dinosaur hot on his heels...and he wasn't. He couldn't remember the last time he exercised while he was in a gym. That was Abby's thing. He always just stuck around her at first because they were partners and flatmates and then after that...well...because he loved her. With all his heart.
So instead of sitting in his office or cell he was here in the gym, standing on a skateboard and idly letting it roll across the floor while he tinkered with a device in his hands. He'd brought his computer in and messed on that for a while but since he'd gotten what he needed off of it, it was gathering dust in the corner of the room away from most of the equipment where it could get crushed. Most of the hardware work was done and it was only going to take a few more tweaks he could manage with his fingers before he could close it up and see if it was going to work. He didn't worry too much about it not working, because at first he'd had to create things like this in a situation just like this. Using his brains and scrap material from his old place before he found himself quite homeless. That is until he got military funding...then all his inventions were all high tech and sleek looking like something out of the cinema. He pinched a wire into place and slide the back onto device, turning the skateboard and letting it run the opposite direction.
When the handheld machine whirred to life in his hands and the display flickered on, showing him the readings of the immediate area, he couldn't resist letting his face light up. "HA! Yes! I did it!" the excitement and pride welled up inside of his chest and he gritted his teeth to stifle a shout of success, stopping the skateboard with his free foot planted firmly on the ground. Of course the only thing he could think to do was shout out "Abby look! I--" but he caught himself at that point, looking up to the weights and seeing well...not Abby. That's right. He wasn't in London, he was in Everett all the way across the pond and a few years off from home. It was a jarring recollection that somewhat snuffed out the excitement. Things really just weren't the same here. But he had to focus. There were people here that mattered, and wherever Abby was she was doing great and probably just worried that he was getting himself into trouble. Not the other way around, never the other way around. Abby was like a superhero and he couldn't imagine for a second that she was in danger.