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Nov 27, 2010 00:39

Where most others in camp who had inhaled the drugs pumped through the ventialtion system last night were having a less extreme reaction to the chemical compound Ethan was struggling. You see the thing is he's a man who is excellent at keeping his emotions in check and putting on that cool, calm facade to everyone else and then going to the gym and pounding the life out of a punch bag when he needs to let off steam.

Which he does. Daily.

Rolling out of bed this morning things had steadily gone from 'sods law bad' to 'up shit creek without a paddle' and finally on to 'get in my way and I might kill you.' He'd used too much strength this morning and pulled the tap clean off the sink and soaked himself and his towels in water. After changing his clothes Ethan had then promptly poured shockingly hot coffee all over his lap and desk. In the process of leaping up he'd sent his laptop flying across the room and smashed it before slamming his fists back down onto his desk and fracturing it down the middle.

Fuming was an understatement. He was livid.

Hidden in a more sheltered area of the open space Ethan goes through the moves of his Tai-Chi exercises trying to calm himself back down before giving up and simply opting to pummel the crap out of the nearest object which happens to be a tree.

[plot] chemical, victor creed, elisabeth 'psylocke' braddock, captain ethan sykes, ✝ lt katrina 'delta' christoffel, haylie 'spitfire' collins, sarah 'ophelia' mayspring

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