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caughtinanetwork2012-04-27 10:09 pm
double_edged) wrote in caughtinanetwork2012-04-27 10:09 pm
Entry tags:
004 || video; [not a dream]
[Though Alister's initial plan hadn't been to sleep since speaking with the Colonel, the reality remains that he could not bring himself to even if he'd wanted.
For the past three days or so, the General has been locked away in his current residence on the island, picking at his pocket watch in a futile, futile attempt to occupy himself. But even as a trained soldier of the Lombax Praetorian Guard, his ever-growing paranoia had been a more formidable foe.
And... ever since that glance into Ratchet's memory...
His hands have become shakier, his focus draining. The old Lombax's fur is mussed and hap-hazard, bags under his eyes and frantically digging at his watch as he struggles to remember how to piece the device back together again. A dull crack is heard from something within, and the General leaps to his feet with a yell, chucking the device across the room and snarling at the shattered pieces that fell.
Falling back again, his eyes then dart nervously to the corners of the room, breath tight in his throat and Praetorian Omniwrench in hand, already starting to spark to life.]
They won't get me. Not this time. Not while he's here.
[What on earth is he mumbling about? There's nothing there.]
Heh... they're everywhere.
They think they can get me.
[ooc: Sorry to spam! This is just to get him back down to the coral before he breaks something else. Paranoid Lombax wants the city out of his head. 8|]
For the past three days or so, the General has been locked away in his current residence on the island, picking at his pocket watch in a futile, futile attempt to occupy himself. But even as a trained soldier of the Lombax Praetorian Guard, his ever-growing paranoia had been a more formidable foe.
And... ever since that glance into Ratchet's memory...
His hands have become shakier, his focus draining. The old Lombax's fur is mussed and hap-hazard, bags under his eyes and frantically digging at his watch as he struggles to remember how to piece the device back together again. A dull crack is heard from something within, and the General leaps to his feet with a yell, chucking the device across the room and snarling at the shattered pieces that fell.
Falling back again, his eyes then dart nervously to the corners of the room, breath tight in his throat and Praetorian Omniwrench in hand, already starting to spark to life.]
They won't get me. Not this time. Not while he's here.
[What on earth is he mumbling about? There's nothing there.]
Heh... they're everywhere.
They think they can get me.
[ooc: Sorry to spam! This is just to get him back down to the coral before he breaks something else. Paranoid Lombax wants the city out of his head. 8|]