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tampered2011-02-11 07:55 pm
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[Log] Ongoing - Closed
When; Saturday night
Rating; PG
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a_bad_guy & whattingawhat
Summary; They're trying to get the Iron Man suit to another location, things go amiss.
Log;
Eliot was sick of everything just about now. He was sick of people talking in circles. He was sick of the Deities. He was sick of the City. He was sick of this place sending his friends back home and leaving him here to fend for himself. Sick of so many things, except the blonde girl he let inside his apartment at the moment.
“Hey Rocky.” He planted a kiss on her cheek, took her back through the apartment and drew a deep breath before opening his bedroom door. There, standing in the middle of the room in all its glory was the Iron Man suit he had stolen last month. There was an awkward moment as Eliot looked sideways at her because it was one thing talking about what he did for a living. It was another thing entirely to be confronted face-to-face with it.
“It's a little hard to smuggle around the City, you know? Tech is above my knowledge... which granted isn't a lot.” He said just to fill the silence.
Rating; PG
Characters;
a_bad_guy & whattingawhatSummary; They're trying to get the Iron Man suit to another location, things go amiss.
Log;
Eliot was sick of everything just about now. He was sick of people talking in circles. He was sick of the Deities. He was sick of the City. He was sick of this place sending his friends back home and leaving him here to fend for himself. Sick of so many things, except the blonde girl he let inside his apartment at the moment.
“Hey Rocky.” He planted a kiss on her cheek, took her back through the apartment and drew a deep breath before opening his bedroom door. There, standing in the middle of the room in all its glory was the Iron Man suit he had stolen last month. There was an awkward moment as Eliot looked sideways at her because it was one thing talking about what he did for a living. It was another thing entirely to be confronted face-to-face with it.
“It's a little hard to smuggle around the City, you know? Tech is above my knowledge... which granted isn't a lot.” He said just to fill the silence.