Feb 20, 2008 09:03
Research had never been Sam's forte, and he was a little short on things to try and beat up today, which left him with a lot of pent-up frustration and no constructive vent for it. It didn't help much that Cole was even more frustrated and upset than he was, as Sam was all too aware thanks to their spell link and the way it fed into his own emotions.
Thus his presence in the back yard, going full-out against the rope-wrapped trunk of a tree with a fighting staff as he tried to wear himself into an exhaustion that frustratingly never set in -- if he'd been less agitated, he might have realized that detail and been troubled by it.
If he'd been in the house with Cole in this state of mind, they could very well have leveled it by now between the two of them. As far as Sam was concerned this perfectly justified a strategic retreat. (No, really. That was what it was.) The tree, for its part, was being obligingly resilient. The staff, on the other hand, might have a pretty limited shelf life by now.
That was okay. He had three more.
[OOC: Establishy/NFI as I am whoabusybusyWHOA today and likely won't be at the computer any more at all until I get home from work tonight, which is gonna be . . . um. Let's just say I'm looking down the barrel at a good chunk of overtime today. Possibly.]
cylon smash,
44 blueberry hill,
second center of milieuniverse,
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