Cliff Fittir (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
aerialassault) wrote2013-02-21 04:09 pm
aerialassault) wrote2013-02-21 04:09 pm
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001 [audio/action] backdated to the 18th
[accidental audio/action for CH 5]
--at's it. I'm gonna pulverize--
[The words, made audible through an accidental feed on the journal that Cliff threw aside, were cut off by the crack of splintering wood as his fist slammed into it at full throttle. Cliff had finally awoken from his shift-induced dream, and he was pissed. It was just unfortunate that the first person he saw that morning had to be the target for his frustration at the Malnosso.
He was going to crush their captors...after he crushed Albel Nox.
It wasn't going to be pretty.]
[very intentional audio]
Sorry 'bout the mess this morning. Technical difficulties. Won't happen again.
Now. What the hell was that last week? A shift? That's one helluva-- [He stopped and took a deep, calming breath.] Don't tell me that happens all the time.
I'm more than game if anyone wants to work off some stress. See ya at the Barracks. Or the Dome. I dunno.
Cliff Fittir. Over and out.
[action]
[True to his word, Cliff could be found at both the Barracks and the Battle Dome at various points throughout the day, as he restlessly wandered between the two facilities because neither actually fit his needs for the moment. A good spar was what he had in mind, although he wouldn't say no to company with someone that didn't know him and was actually sane.
Don't worry. He'll be cool.]
--at's it. I'm gonna pulverize--
[The words, made audible through an accidental feed on the journal that Cliff threw aside, were cut off by the crack of splintering wood as his fist slammed into it at full throttle. Cliff had finally awoken from his shift-induced dream, and he was pissed. It was just unfortunate that the first person he saw that morning had to be the target for his frustration at the Malnosso.
He was going to crush their captors...after he crushed Albel Nox.
It wasn't going to be pretty.]
[very intentional audio]
Sorry 'bout the mess this morning. Technical difficulties. Won't happen again.
Now. What the hell was that last week? A shift? That's one helluva-- [He stopped and took a deep, calming breath.] Don't tell me that happens all the time.
I'm more than game if anyone wants to work off some stress. See ya at the Barracks. Or the Dome. I dunno.
Cliff Fittir. Over and out.
[action]
[True to his word, Cliff could be found at both the Barracks and the Battle Dome at various points throughout the day, as he restlessly wandered between the two facilities because neither actually fit his needs for the moment. A good spar was what he had in mind, although he wouldn't say no to company with someone that didn't know him and was actually sane.
Don't worry. He'll be cool.]
action: c5
Violent neighbours, maybe...?]
action: c5
React?]
action: c5
Everything okay down here?
action: c5
Cliff stopped midstep-- he's good like that-- and stood up to his full height. He placed a hand on his hips and idly rubbed the back of his head with the other.]
Aah. Just some New Feathers having some Culture Shock. No biggie.
[Nevermind that he and Albel had a habit of beating eachother bloody.]
no subject
[Seriously, dude, those were some crashes going on during breakfast.]
I mean- not to be nosy or anything. But it sounds like some people were trying to kill each other for a while. I think the whole building heard it.
no subject
[Not really. There was always something cathartic about fighting with Albel.]
Looks like the three of us on this floor are gonna be pretty loud. We'll try to keep it down, but you might wanna get some earplugs.