Apr 17, 2009 00:13
[The clock on the nightstand hits midnight. Bobby's eyes snap open wide and he takes a haggard breath. He looks around, confused. Slowly sitting up, he swings his legs over the edge of the bed, scratching his head.]
[He stands and starts walking out of the room, at the last minute grabbing the network device.]
What now...
[The camera cuts out and we can only hear Bobby walking out into the hall, muttering to himself.]
[ooc: will be up for a little while longer - then all will be back-tagging...]
that ain't right,
research,
fallout,
gruff yet sentimental,
what now?,
good old bobby