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15th Swing - [Written/Action]
Jan. 28th, 2014 03:38 pmAction
[There's an awful lot of noise coming from the Western Lake today. Sounds like someone is destroying something!
Which is sadly accurate, seeing as Cato is currently stomping around kicking pieces of wood around like it's his job. He looks pretty pissed though, like something went wrong.]
Son of a bitch!
[And now he's screaming. So mature, Cato! He doesn't give himself much time to cool-down before he snatches up his journal like he's going to beat someone's head in with it, but instead flips through and scribbles furiously into the page before slamming the book shut and throwing it aside, it skids to a halt just before plunking itself into the river and oh boy wouldn't that have just been perfect.
Cato stands, still fuming, and kicks another piece of wood hard as he can - it doesn't end well for him.]
FUCK!
Written
Note to self: Don't fucking try to build something in winter.
[There are some frantic, angry scribbles in the margins of the page too. Any replies he's going to give out will be later in the day and a lot more calm, thankfully. Also a lot more legible.]
Does anyone know how to make glass?
[In his fit of anger though, he forgot to private the entry from Clove.
Oh shit.]
[There's an awful lot of noise coming from the Western Lake today. Sounds like someone is destroying something!
Which is sadly accurate, seeing as Cato is currently stomping around kicking pieces of wood around like it's his job. He looks pretty pissed though, like something went wrong.]
Son of a bitch!
[And now he's screaming. So mature, Cato! He doesn't give himself much time to cool-down before he snatches up his journal like he's going to beat someone's head in with it, but instead flips through and scribbles furiously into the page before slamming the book shut and throwing it aside, it skids to a halt just before plunking itself into the river and oh boy wouldn't that have just been perfect.
Cato stands, still fuming, and kicks another piece of wood hard as he can - it doesn't end well for him.]
FUCK!
Written
Note to self: Don't fucking try to build something in winter.
[There are some frantic, angry scribbles in the margins of the page too. Any replies he's going to give out will be later in the day and a lot more calm, thankfully. Also a lot more legible.]
Does anyone know how to make glass?
[In his fit of anger though, he forgot to private the entry from Clove.
Oh shit.]
