Jul 04, 2011 18:56
It was a cold morning, and that was probably the first sign that it wasn't going to be a good day for Adrian. He'd slept in for probably one of the first times in a while but telling from the pounding in his head and nausea settled deep in his stomach he knew today was going to be low in any degree of expectation.
He stumbled from his room, he didn't bother showering, but simply sprayed himself with some deodorant and pulled a hoodie over his head. Chewing some gum he slowly makes a zombie-crawl of a journey to the Mess, pouring himself a cup of coffee and slumping gracelessly in a darkened corner of the room Adrian loathed the idea of making polite conversation.
Take it as no surprise then, that should you choose to engage in conversation with Ade this morning you'll get an earful of abuse, an eyeful of someone who shows the mental dexterity of a teaspoon and god forbid you actually piss him off, because then you might find yourself on the bad side of gravity, as well as Ade himself.
[plot] operation worldwipe,
adrian 'force' clark