[CLOSED] and in a flash, the stars align
Characters: thirteenthace, mr_fancy_car & acemedium
Location: Death City Heights, Building 5, Unit 2A
Rating: PG-13
Time: November 11th, at night during the big storm
Description: A thunderstorm has descended upon Death City, and Phoenix is very bad at dealing with them.
Phoenix hated thunderstorms.
It had been something he always never liked ever since he was a kid - thunderstorms were too loud, too flashy, too violent. He never liked to hear how the winds kept howling as if there was a monster outside, how the raindrops splattered loudly against the windows and everything else, and most of all hated how thunder rumbled like some best and how the lightening flashed constantly, turning everything stark white for a moment in his eyes as if everything was about to be engulfed.
Phoenix always hated thunderstorms, and that never changed even as he grew older. They were terrifying, really, and from time to time he always had to question their existence. It was horrible, always having to go through one of them when they came and started pelting like there was no tomorrow; why couldn't it be snow or something else?
When the clouds had started to roll in during the evening, Phoenix had quickly made it a point to get back to his place in the Heights as soon as possible, trying to crash onto the couch (Maya had his room now) and hope that he could sleep through the whole thing. But the atmosphere got colder and colder and darker and his unneeded hawk instincts was not helping with anything, and so eventually Phoenix gave up trying to sleep for something else possibly more helpful in distracting him.
Work.
For perhaps the first time ever since he came to Death City, Phoenix was god-to-honest working, going through some of the documents about the Agency (he had lynched some of them from Edgeworth's room) in his (well Maya's technically) room. One would, of course note that the lights were on, the curtains and windows were closed and as Phoenix worked, there were a pair of earplugs securely fastened over his ears.
Location: Death City Heights, Building 5, Unit 2A
Rating: PG-13
Time: November 11th, at night during the big storm
Description: A thunderstorm has descended upon Death City, and Phoenix is very bad at dealing with them.
Phoenix hated thunderstorms.
It had been something he always never liked ever since he was a kid - thunderstorms were too loud, too flashy, too violent. He never liked to hear how the winds kept howling as if there was a monster outside, how the raindrops splattered loudly against the windows and everything else, and most of all hated how thunder rumbled like some best and how the lightening flashed constantly, turning everything stark white for a moment in his eyes as if everything was about to be engulfed.
Phoenix always hated thunderstorms, and that never changed even as he grew older. They were terrifying, really, and from time to time he always had to question their existence. It was horrible, always having to go through one of them when they came and started pelting like there was no tomorrow; why couldn't it be snow or something else?
When the clouds had started to roll in during the evening, Phoenix had quickly made it a point to get back to his place in the Heights as soon as possible, trying to crash onto the couch (Maya had his room now) and hope that he could sleep through the whole thing. But the atmosphere got colder and colder and darker and his unneeded hawk instincts was not helping with anything, and so eventually Phoenix gave up trying to sleep for something else possibly more helpful in distracting him.
Work.
For perhaps the first time ever since he came to Death City, Phoenix was god-to-honest working, going through some of the documents about the Agency (he had lynched some of them from Edgeworth's room) in his (well Maya's technically) room. One would, of course note that the lights were on, the curtains and windows were closed and as Phoenix worked, there were a pair of earplugs securely fastened over his ears.