no one appreciates the chords of steel.
who: apollo and phoenix!
when: this morning.
where: phoenix's apartment.
summary: apollo just blew up sector four and woke up all of the port and is going to . . . . DUH DUHHH phoenix for help!
warnings: nothing, really!
[ A startling revelation, this morning was! No, seriously. Nothing good came from this place, nothing- and now? Not only were the last few weeks stressful and pressuring, but on top of that, he had just gained . . . real Chords of Steel. That actually would have been cool to know ( and have, really ), at a different time, a different life, but no! No, the attorney had done damage, and lots of it. Windows, glass, and mirrors within Sector 4 were shattered with that single "OBJECTION!", including his own apartment, which was now a mess; he sent people to the hospital, and only God knows what else. Just thinking about it made his thoughts race in a panic . The whole port was probably ready to grab him by the throat- and that thought alone was scary.
Apollo was heading to Phoenix's apartment now, bundled up, shaking ( not from the cold, rather, from the shock ), thoughts swimming way too rapidly for him to relax and think straight, think calmly.
A few quick knocks on the door when he arrived, anxious to get in to- well, practically, hide. And think about what he should do. ]
when: this morning.
where: phoenix's apartment.
summary: apollo just blew up sector four and woke up all of the port and is going to . . . . DUH DUHHH phoenix for help!
warnings: nothing, really!
[ A startling revelation, this morning was! No, seriously. Nothing good came from this place, nothing- and now? Not only were the last few weeks stressful and pressuring, but on top of that, he had just gained . . . real Chords of Steel. That actually would have been cool to know ( and have, really ), at a different time, a different life, but no! No, the attorney had done damage, and lots of it. Windows, glass, and mirrors within Sector 4 were shattered with that single "OBJECTION!", including his own apartment, which was now a mess; he sent people to the hospital, and only God knows what else. Just thinking about it made his thoughts race in a panic . The whole port was probably ready to grab him by the throat- and that thought alone was scary.
Apollo was heading to Phoenix's apartment now, bundled up, shaking ( not from the cold, rather, from the shock ), thoughts swimming way too rapidly for him to relax and think straight, think calmly.
A few quick knocks on the door when he arrived, anxious to get in to- well, practically, hide. And think about what he should do. ]