5th floor common room ; tuesday afternoon
Walking up five flights of stairs with a leg that you couldn't bear weight on was not fun. There were about a thousand activity Flick would have put before walking up stairs. They included: hunting angry bears, skydiving into a volcano and eating a live goldfish.
Going back to his room was just too far for right now so Flick took a detour into the common room and lowered himself onto one of the cushy couches. He propped his leg up and rested his useless arm against his chest. He kind of wished he could remember what Mr. Wilson had done to him because the guy knew how to fight and what areas to go after to make a man useless. The information would definitely be useful for future fights.
His birthday had been three days ago and between Italy and Mandel, he'd forgotten until just now. He was eighteen now, officially an adult and that meant jack to him right now. He was still stuck on an island that he didn't want to be one, still nursing annoying injuries and still tasked with instructions to sell out everyone he'd ever met.
"Happy birthday to me," Flick mumbled, reaching for the remote to turn on the television. Maybe he'd find something decent to watch until he felt strong enough to get up and either go to his room or elsewhere. That'd be a great birthday present.
[Open post, of course]
Going back to his room was just too far for right now so Flick took a detour into the common room and lowered himself onto one of the cushy couches. He propped his leg up and rested his useless arm against his chest. He kind of wished he could remember what Mr. Wilson had done to him because the guy knew how to fight and what areas to go after to make a man useless. The information would definitely be useful for future fights.
His birthday had been three days ago and between Italy and Mandel, he'd forgotten until just now. He was eighteen now, officially an adult and that meant jack to him right now. He was still stuck on an island that he didn't want to be one, still nursing annoying injuries and still tasked with instructions to sell out everyone he'd ever met.
"Happy birthday to me," Flick mumbled, reaching for the remote to turn on the television. Maybe he'd find something decent to watch until he felt strong enough to get up and either go to his room or elsewhere. That'd be a great birthday present.
[Open post, of course]