Tackling a Problem. [ IC AND HIATUS NOTICE ]
"I can't breathe."
He would never get used to this place. The Yellowstone room was nice and all, but it wasn't home. There were too many trees, the animals didn't die when you shot them (what the hell?), the rivers smelled like every fish had a stomach flu, but most importantly--
"I can't fuckin' breathe."
It mocked him with its inadequacies. Montana was perfect.
This is why he's currently standing it front of the door, as sober as he never dreamed was possible, with an axe in his hand. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the constant annoyances bouncing around him every fucking day. Or maybe it was the air. Maybe that was it.
Whatever it was, he laid into it with the axe. The door splintered quickly and easily. Once the door was gone, there was nothing there. No hole. No nothing. Just a wall where a door used to be.
Burch was horrified for a minute, having just destroyed his only spot of peace in the entire building, but just when he was about to snap with rage, the door reappeared.
"What the shit?" He reached forward to touch the door, and it was there. Solid as a door should be. "Fuckin' weird place." He dropped his axe to open the door and see if Yellowstone was still behind it. As soon as the axe hit the ground, the door opened itself.
Before Burch had the chance to even blink, he was sucked forward, the door closing behind him.
[ooc: Hey, everyone. I'm gonna be gone for a week. Woohoo. So, Burch here will be gone as well, taken away by HQ until I return. :D ]
[ Oh, and I'm leaving June 6th and won't be back until the 14th. Suppose I should mention that. ]
He would never get used to this place. The Yellowstone room was nice and all, but it wasn't home. There were too many trees, the animals didn't die when you shot them (what the hell?), the rivers smelled like every fish had a stomach flu, but most importantly--
"I can't fuckin' breathe."
It mocked him with its inadequacies. Montana was perfect.
This is why he's currently standing it front of the door, as sober as he never dreamed was possible, with an axe in his hand. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the constant annoyances bouncing around him every fucking day. Or maybe it was the air. Maybe that was it.
Whatever it was, he laid into it with the axe. The door splintered quickly and easily. Once the door was gone, there was nothing there. No hole. No nothing. Just a wall where a door used to be.
Burch was horrified for a minute, having just destroyed his only spot of peace in the entire building, but just when he was about to snap with rage, the door reappeared.
"What the shit?" He reached forward to touch the door, and it was there. Solid as a door should be. "Fuckin' weird place." He dropped his axe to open the door and see if Yellowstone was still behind it. As soon as the axe hit the ground, the door opened itself.
Before Burch had the chance to even blink, he was sucked forward, the door closing behind him.
[ooc: Hey, everyone. I'm gonna be gone for a week. Woohoo. So, Burch here will be gone as well, taken away by HQ until I return. :D ]
[ Oh, and I'm leaving June 6th and won't be back until the 14th. Suppose I should mention that. ]