Post by airlock on Jun 27, 2006 11:43:11 GMT -5
OC: This is set after the 'Lonely Arrivals' thread, but I don't for heaven's sake want to break anybody's sense of continuity!
Lars had headed back to his motel which somehow seemed very lonely and lifeless after 'Rogue's Place'.
He thought on that for a little while. A group of kids, some of them barely qualifying as adults living alone in that big old place, no money coming in, no idea how to run a household...it probably wouldn't be all that long before some authority or other got themselves involved.
He looked at the clock. 2pm.
That particularly line of thinking made him feel guilty, so he shook himself free of negativity (out of habit) and settled down at the desk, his drawing board set up to continue on the architectural design for the shopping mall.
He found that he couldn't concentrate, which was something that hadn't happened to him in many years and prowled around the room for a while to burn off some of his excess energy.
He looked at the clock. 2.30pm.
What the hell? Only half an hour had passed since he'd started work? He went over to the clock to inspect it for battery failure, but his watch and the TV told him the same story.
Lars groaned a little and, steeling himself, returned to his work. This time, he managed to get himself involved in it until his watch bleeped to advise him it was time he considered his late afternoon injection.
He looked at the clock. 5.45pm.
That was better.
He headed over to the door where his jacket was hung up and got himself out a new needle. The pocket that contained the bottle of Factor IX, however, was empty.
He let forth a string of expletives that turned the air in the immediate area somewhat blue. He must have left it back at Rogue's Place. She'd written the number down on the back of one of his business cards and he hauled out his cell phone. He'd have to run back over there and get it. Some things he could have gone back for the next day, but not that stuff.
He punched in the number and held it to his ear.
Lars had headed back to his motel which somehow seemed very lonely and lifeless after 'Rogue's Place'.
He thought on that for a little while. A group of kids, some of them barely qualifying as adults living alone in that big old place, no money coming in, no idea how to run a household...it probably wouldn't be all that long before some authority or other got themselves involved.
He looked at the clock. 2pm.
That particularly line of thinking made him feel guilty, so he shook himself free of negativity (out of habit) and settled down at the desk, his drawing board set up to continue on the architectural design for the shopping mall.
He found that he couldn't concentrate, which was something that hadn't happened to him in many years and prowled around the room for a while to burn off some of his excess energy.
He looked at the clock. 2.30pm.
What the hell? Only half an hour had passed since he'd started work? He went over to the clock to inspect it for battery failure, but his watch and the TV told him the same story.
Lars groaned a little and, steeling himself, returned to his work. This time, he managed to get himself involved in it until his watch bleeped to advise him it was time he considered his late afternoon injection.
He looked at the clock. 5.45pm.
That was better.
He headed over to the door where his jacket was hung up and got himself out a new needle. The pocket that contained the bottle of Factor IX, however, was empty.
He let forth a string of expletives that turned the air in the immediate area somewhat blue. He must have left it back at Rogue's Place. She'd written the number down on the back of one of his business cards and he hauled out his cell phone. He'd have to run back over there and get it. Some things he could have gone back for the next day, but not that stuff.
He punched in the number and held it to his ear.
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