[ACTION/CLOSED] Krakatoa has nothing on this....
Characters: James T. Kirk (universal_charm ) and Spock Greyson (logical_truth )
Time: After dinner/evening
Location: Jim and Spock's dorm room,
Content: Jim and Spock haven't gotten along since day one, and this is a fight that's just been waiting to happen....
Format: Prose/Whatever form we use
Warnings: Cussing from Kirk on a minor level, things being destroyed, angst?
Today hadn't been a good day. Kirk didn't really like lists, but in this case he was going to make an exception and make said list, even if it was only a mental one.
1. He had woken up late. He didn't have a normal alarm clock, so his phone served that function, and it had died in the night. It was only thanks to his biological clock that he had woken up with minutes to spare, but had still burst into class ten minutes late. It was a long run from the dorms to his first class.
2. Because he was late, he had been given an extra assignment - a two page paper on responsibility. Due tomorrow. The joy.
3. One of his classes had a new assignment - study of your family history. Now that he minded assignments, but this one? This one he didn't want to delve into. Even on the best of days he didn't like talking about his Dad or his Mom. They were... they were his parents, they were gone, and he didn't like opening his mouth and finding he had nothing much to say. His dad had been a super hero, sure, but... that was all he knew. Everyone seemed to know him, and that would be all he could tell - the things everyone knew, what he could glean from books and newspapers and old news casts. It... it hurt.
There were other things, but those were the big three, so overall he wasn't really in the mood to go back to his dorm room and deal with his roommates. Well, deal was probably the wrong word. On a daily basis they ignored each other, kept to their own sides, and pretty much spewed animosity and dislike for the other from across the room. It permeated the area - or maybe that was just him. Spock needed actual emotions to dislike someone, didn't he? Yeah, fat chance of that happening.
Growling, he threw open the door to the room, tossed his book bag in one of his claimed corners, thrust the door shut, and flopped on his bed, not bothering to check if Spock was even there. Not that he had the energy to really care.
Time: After dinner/evening
Location: Jim and Spock's dorm room,
Content: Jim and Spock haven't gotten along since day one, and this is a fight that's just been waiting to happen....
Format: Prose/Whatever form we use
Warnings: Cussing from Kirk on a minor level, things being destroyed, angst?
Today hadn't been a good day. Kirk didn't really like lists, but in this case he was going to make an exception and make said list, even if it was only a mental one.
1. He had woken up late. He didn't have a normal alarm clock, so his phone served that function, and it had died in the night. It was only thanks to his biological clock that he had woken up with minutes to spare, but had still burst into class ten minutes late. It was a long run from the dorms to his first class.
2. Because he was late, he had been given an extra assignment - a two page paper on responsibility. Due tomorrow. The joy.
3. One of his classes had a new assignment - study of your family history. Now that he minded assignments, but this one? This one he didn't want to delve into. Even on the best of days he didn't like talking about his Dad or his Mom. They were... they were his parents, they were gone, and he didn't like opening his mouth and finding he had nothing much to say. His dad had been a super hero, sure, but... that was all he knew. Everyone seemed to know him, and that would be all he could tell - the things everyone knew, what he could glean from books and newspapers and old news casts. It... it hurt.
There were other things, but those were the big three, so overall he wasn't really in the mood to go back to his dorm room and deal with his roommates. Well, deal was probably the wrong word. On a daily basis they ignored each other, kept to their own sides, and pretty much spewed animosity and dislike for the other from across the room. It permeated the area - or maybe that was just him. Spock needed actual emotions to dislike someone, didn't he? Yeah, fat chance of that happening.
Growling, he threw open the door to the room, tossed his book bag in one of his claimed corners, thrust the door shut, and flopped on his bed, not bothering to check if Spock was even there. Not that he had the energy to really care.