A door marked "nevermore" that wasn't there before. [ic, closed]

[grizzlyland]

|| The face, the height, the voice, never being able to find his gun--they were getting to him. He realized that he was a lot more on edge than usual. He was spending more time locked up in a room that wasn't really his, than he did outside yelling at people and drinking his beer. Too much could go wrong out there. Too many people could figure

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[badgerbadassus]

[ It had now long become a daily routine for the state, his sleeping schedule had become unpredictable. He could not rely on his 'memory' to be something that verified his times when he was sleeping and awake. He often brought a beer to carry along - it would bring him a sense of relaxation if his mind decided to over process certain subjects. He decided to toss it aside on the floor without a second thought when he was done with it. He'd pick it up later. Maybe. Probably.

He always wanted to believe those convenient shut outs of memory were things he just forgotten over time, like how would simply forget about a putting a pencil on your ear and forgetting you have did so - so you spend hours looking for it only to find it when you look at your reflection in a mirror. In retrospect that was a terrible analogy and at this point he had no idea what he was going on as he was walking to each room, making an ever so detailed list of the rooms of Headquarters - he had no desire to find an escape through something 'temporary' such as a

[grizzlyland]

|| The curse echoed down the hall, just loud enough to reach Surtsey's ears. He immediately recognized the voice. His eyes narrowed and he snarled the slightest bit, trying to relieve some tension for what was to come. This was just a fight. It was something he did for fun and to relieve stress, not something he did to truly hurt someone or enact revenge (although he did do that sometimes too). It was critical that he keep his natural aggressive attitude to a minimum

[badgerbadassus]

[ Wisconsin was busy on the otherhand coughing up the ink that probably dripped down his throat, this had to be the most disgusting and one of the top hundred most stupid things he ever did -- okay that was exaggerating, he did a lot worse stupid shit than this

[grizzlyland]

|| Surtsey's patience was already on a short leash, and it all but evaporated at the stupid chuckle and stupid look from Wisconsin. If he just had his gun on him... ||

No. None of that. || His words were snarled no matter how hard he tried to smooth them out. || If you don't fuckin', look, if you just--

|| This was pointless. There was no use trying to reason with the dumbass. Surtsey relaxed his shoulders, snapped his head to one side, effectively popping the bones in his neck, and then reached out to put a heavy hand on Wisconsin's shoulder. He grips on tightly to that should. He might not have the height advantage that he used to--goddamn, they were practically eye-to-eye--but he was sure that he was still stronger than anyone else in HQ. Let that be his source of intimidation. ||

I'm sick of all your shit, Wisconsin. You agreed to fight me at any time I wanted. I want now. You're gonna listen to me