Broken
Who: Felix Gaeta and evil Adam Carter
What: Seeking companionship in all the wrong places for all the wrong reasons
When: Thursday 1AM, in the bar @11
Rating: Um. Probably really, really high. Not safe for kiddies.
As fun as it had been at first, Felix was finding his newfound persona difficult to keep up. The confidence he'd gained as Gambit had all but vanished, helped along by Kimberly's assurance that he wasn't quite being himself. One advantage of having Kara always there was her inexplicable ability to put him in his place -- to remind him of what he'd lost and what he'd left behind. But Kara had gone, packed up and left him an empty apartment.
While he'd reveled in the silence at first, it began to take its toll. Felix spent more and more time outside of the house, when he wasn't working out lesson plans or entrenching himself in daily monotony. More time drinking, wallowing, thinking, sinking back into that darkish place where he remembered all the people that had died because of his actions, and the many more that would have died in the future, if he hadn't arrived in Aternaville.
Kara told him about the mutiny, hadn't she? About how he'd betrayed everyone he trusted -- everyone he considered his family. Well he'd certainly been angry enough after the incident in the Raptor -- angry enough to even consider talking to Tom Zarek. He hadn't, of course, but he'd planned to.
Kicking back another drink, he scoured the bar for a familiar face. Though he didn't see anyone he recognized (apart from a few student, but really you tried to pretend you didn't notice them) he was somewhat convinced that the attractive blond man a few chairs over was eying him too. Trying not to grin despite himself, Felix turned back toward the bar and hid his smile with a well-placed glass.
What: Seeking companionship in all the wrong places for all the wrong reasons
When: Thursday 1AM, in the bar @11
Rating: Um. Probably really, really high. Not safe for kiddies.
As fun as it had been at first, Felix was finding his newfound persona difficult to keep up. The confidence he'd gained as Gambit had all but vanished, helped along by Kimberly's assurance that he wasn't quite being himself. One advantage of having Kara always there was her inexplicable ability to put him in his place -- to remind him of what he'd lost and what he'd left behind. But Kara had gone, packed up and left him an empty apartment.
While he'd reveled in the silence at first, it began to take its toll. Felix spent more and more time outside of the house, when he wasn't working out lesson plans or entrenching himself in daily monotony. More time drinking, wallowing, thinking, sinking back into that darkish place where he remembered all the people that had died because of his actions, and the many more that would have died in the future, if he hadn't arrived in Aternaville.
Kara told him about the mutiny, hadn't she? About how he'd betrayed everyone he trusted -- everyone he considered his family. Well he'd certainly been angry enough after the incident in the Raptor -- angry enough to even consider talking to Tom Zarek. He hadn't, of course, but he'd planned to.
Kicking back another drink, he scoured the bar for a familiar face. Though he didn't see anyone he recognized (apart from a few student, but really you tried to pretend you didn't notice them) he was somewhat convinced that the attractive blond man a few chairs over was eying him too. Trying not to grin despite himself, Felix turned back toward the bar and hid his smile with a well-placed glass.