(the_bigshow) "That only the strong shall survive, she said, but I'm feeling quite weak"
Total devotion
Maybe he should be angry. But he wasn't. Nor was he surprised. He didn't even blame them. He was a bit player in this little drama. Late in arrival and maybe only meant to take up space on the wings. Or if he wanted to take the metaphor and really run with it he was a stage ninja. There to get the job done and be forgotten. Stage ninja, assassin/combat unit. Same difference. Well, except for the fact that the first got to wear slimming black.
He thought about telling them to have fun storming the castle. If nothing else it would let Ruby off the hook. The truth of it was that he didn't want to be angry with them.
Hurt he couldn't help. He had never been quite right anyway. Emotionally unstable. Dangerously fragile under certain circumstances. All right there in his psych profile. It didn't matter though. The fact was that the only people that knew that he was fragile where dead. This was definitely a day that he missed Manticore.
It wouldn't hurt so much if he'd still been in Manticore. There at least it had been a constant background hum. It hurt all the time, just varied in degree. Out here he'd gotten used to living with out it. So now it was a shock to his system. Madame Renfro had always believed he'd fold under the right kind of pressure. Maybe she was right.
Sam wanted to go on a trip. His watch, John's watch, informed him in no uncertain terms that it was time for him to take that pill bottle out of his pocket and put it to good use. Time was stubborn like that. It did it's thing and damn the world around it. His hands rested on his knees as he looked up at the sky.
Sam wanted to go on a trip and suddenly he did to.
Muse: Alec McDowell/X5-494
Fandom: Dark Angel
Word count: 318
Open to RP
Maybe he should be angry. But he wasn't. Nor was he surprised. He didn't even blame them. He was a bit player in this little drama. Late in arrival and maybe only meant to take up space on the wings. Or if he wanted to take the metaphor and really run with it he was a stage ninja. There to get the job done and be forgotten. Stage ninja, assassin/combat unit. Same difference. Well, except for the fact that the first got to wear slimming black.
He thought about telling them to have fun storming the castle. If nothing else it would let Ruby off the hook. The truth of it was that he didn't want to be angry with them.
Hurt he couldn't help. He had never been quite right anyway. Emotionally unstable. Dangerously fragile under certain circumstances. All right there in his psych profile. It didn't matter though. The fact was that the only people that knew that he was fragile where dead. This was definitely a day that he missed Manticore.
It wouldn't hurt so much if he'd still been in Manticore. There at least it had been a constant background hum. It hurt all the time, just varied in degree. Out here he'd gotten used to living with out it. So now it was a shock to his system. Madame Renfro had always believed he'd fold under the right kind of pressure. Maybe she was right.
Sam wanted to go on a trip. His watch, John's watch, informed him in no uncertain terms that it was time for him to take that pill bottle out of his pocket and put it to good use. Time was stubborn like that. It did it's thing and damn the world around it. His hands rested on his knees as he looked up at the sky.
Sam wanted to go on a trip and suddenly he did to.
Muse: Alec McDowell/X5-494
Fandom: Dark Angel
Word count: 318
Open to RP