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It was hard not to be bored as hell sometimes. Back home, Gideon had always been on the move. And sure, his version of being on the move likely involved some form of illegal activity, that was besides the point. He wanted to do something that wasn't laying around watching the fucking clouds on the beach or whatever. Of course, the bookshelf had decided to be a prick and start giving him his movie again. It'd waited a whole week not to piss him off like that - he was impressed.
Not willing to put up with that kind of headache, he searched for other ways to keep himself amused. It was easier said than done on this fucking island, since half the stuff was dependant on the whims of an island he was pretty sure liked fucking with him. Hell, it got to the point he was nearly tempted to go downstairs and try one of the games he saw Karen playing once in a while. He ended up deciding he wasn't that desperate.
Instead, he grabbed a pool cue and figured he'd mess around with the pool table. He wasn't exactly all that great at the game - him losing money at the bars he went to back home was proof of that (as well as his big mouth) - but it was either this shit or watching bad Canadian talk shows downstairs. He picked pool.
After he got the balls set up, he aimed the white ball. It was admittedly a little satisfying watching the balls scatter, even if none of them fucking went into the hole. After a few more hits he was feeling pretty fucking good about himself, and that was when he accidentally sent the ball flying up in an arc. It landed on the floor, rolling a little bit before it came to a stop against someone's foot.
"Yeah, I fucking meant to do that," he said without even really glancing up at who was there. Figured someone would've been nearby when he fucked up like he did.
[OOC: Timed to the afternoon]
Not willing to put up with that kind of headache, he searched for other ways to keep himself amused. It was easier said than done on this fucking island, since half the stuff was dependant on the whims of an island he was pretty sure liked fucking with him. Hell, it got to the point he was nearly tempted to go downstairs and try one of the games he saw Karen playing once in a while. He ended up deciding he wasn't that desperate.
Instead, he grabbed a pool cue and figured he'd mess around with the pool table. He wasn't exactly all that great at the game - him losing money at the bars he went to back home was proof of that (as well as his big mouth) - but it was either this shit or watching bad Canadian talk shows downstairs. He picked pool.
After he got the balls set up, he aimed the white ball. It was admittedly a little satisfying watching the balls scatter, even if none of them fucking went into the hole. After a few more hits he was feeling pretty fucking good about himself, and that was when he accidentally sent the ball flying up in an arc. It landed on the floor, rolling a little bit before it came to a stop against someone's foot.
"Yeah, I fucking meant to do that," he said without even really glancing up at who was there. Figured someone would've been nearby when he fucked up like he did.
[OOC: Timed to the afternoon]