Revenge is a dish best served fast. Really fast.
Who: Will Harris
Where: Edge of Gatetown
When: May 27, early morning
Invited: Jon O'Neill, anyone
Status: Complete ( Read more... )
Where: Edge of Gatetown
When: May 27, early morning
Invited: Jon O'Neill, anyone
Status: Complete ( Read more... )
Ow... Carter, my head!
Jon O'Neill really didn't think that hard on many different parts of his odd life, such as it was, and the whole re-joining of the military did bring it to the forefront of his head... many times. Maneuvers were second nature, and while the other recruits were fumbling, Jon was simply regaining his stamina, re-teaching the muscles on what was expected.
That was 'ow' on a completely different level. His muscles ached after every day of pushing himself, and when he wasn't haunting the archaeology lab, he was filling his time with physical training; running and hand-to-hand combat mostly.
Early morning meant he had to get himself up and out of bed, having secured his own little GP small, sharing it with Calvin. Jon groaned as he sat up, his muscles aching from the activity of the day before, but he was more than aware that all that was needed was a little stretching before he went out for his run. Running a hand through his hair, he was keeping it short now, ever since he'd met Ami, he scowled, he had to get a haircut again. Damn. That was placed on the mental agenda, and sitting up, he swung his feet over the edge of his cot. As his hand dropped, it brushed against his cheek, scritching the night-long growth and--
He paused.. a look of confusion came to his face, and he ran his hand over his cheek.. his jaw. What was there was more of a stubbly month-ish long growth of a baby-faced young man... not bushy, by any stretch of the imagination, but certainly not the 'shadow' he was now accustomed to. The hell? As he did so, he began to try to calm himself down, but he could feel the rising... confusion. Gaining his feet quickly, he became a flurry of motion. Grabbing his pants, he pushed his legs in, one then the other, and grabbed a clean t-shirt to yank on over his head. He crossed the small shelter in a couple of steps to pick up the small shaving mirror that Calvin had brought with him, and brought it over to the dawn's light, opening the tent's flap, trying to get a good look at himself.
Ah, hell...
What he saw there was.. a slightly shaggier Jon O'Neill staring back-- he did need the haircut, but what he needed more was that shave. That was NOT overnight... and he had absolutely no idea what was going on. He was used to weird stuff happening around him-- to him, he really was. Years of hard-wired memories... which is exactly where his mind went first.
"Loki." The word was a harsh curse.
The mirror was replaced quickly and quietly before he sat down at the edge of his cot and grabbed his boots. They were laced rapidly, and the moment he stood up again, he was out of his tent, his expression one of.. irked-ness... and irritation, and not a little bit of concern.
New first thing on the 'to do' list... Find Carter... or Daniel.
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Since O'Neill wasn't a complete moron like Captain Hammer, the brat might figure out that the "growth spurts" are tied to his cot. Will would cross that bridge when he came to it. He, Grace -- who likely was snug in her new electric blanket--, and his other henchman would keep an ear out for gossip and any news of the Gatetown people changing quarters. And of course Will would wander this way every week or two to enjoy the sunrise.
Although the show as over as far as Will was concerned, he stayed put. There was no need to draw attention to himself by standing up. He'd wait until the sun had cleared the treeline to return to his nice, warm bed.
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