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Night 57: West Wing, South Hall 1-A
[From here.]
Empty. Again.
Whoop-de-doo.
Less witnesses, good thing, yadda yadda yadda. Peter just wanted to get it all over with and get down to the good stuff. (Good being a subjective word here.) The basement. The coliseum of...whatever the coliseum had in store. A fight. Probably with lions. Three headed lions. The point was that they were finally getting somewhere, and now that the hour had come all Peter wanted to do was slice through every other bogus problem barreling his way and head straight for it. He was sick of worrying about Grell, about monsters, about the godawful crap Jessica and her attitude had brought him, about all the people that had left. Being fiction. Kirk had put a better spin on it, but that still did little to ease the grip on his insides every time the subject popped up. And if Captain freaking Kirk couldn't assuage him, then what could?
Getting down to business might. A chance to get answers would be even better.
[To here.]
Empty. Again.
Whoop-de-doo.
Less witnesses, good thing, yadda yadda yadda. Peter just wanted to get it all over with and get down to the good stuff. (Good being a subjective word here.) The basement. The coliseum of...whatever the coliseum had in store. A fight. Probably with lions. Three headed lions. The point was that they were finally getting somewhere, and now that the hour had come all Peter wanted to do was slice through every other bogus problem barreling his way and head straight for it. He was sick of worrying about Grell, about monsters, about the godawful crap Jessica and her attitude had brought him, about all the people that had left. Being fiction. Kirk had put a better spin on it, but that still did little to ease the grip on his insides every time the subject popped up. And if Captain freaking Kirk couldn't assuage him, then what could?
Getting down to business might. A chance to get answers would be even better.
[To here.]
no subject
"Haa....." It was so boring to travel by himself. What he wouldn't give for a bit of excitement. Someone getting maimed, a monster to split in half, Kaworu or Dexter or Sylar or someone to see.... Aguilar to magically appear with his shirt off (so long as he was really as handsome as Grell was imagining). That last one would be most welcome. Grell smirked to himself as he moved through the last hallway before joining the main one, the image of their Spanish dictator still on his mind.
[to here (http://damned.livejournal.com/1133540.html?thread=78927076#t78927076)]