I feel that, man.
Also, my phone just quit on me. I am using the Kindle that I haven't used in like 4 years to type all this.
Also, my phone just quit on me. I am using the Kindle that I haven't used in like 4 years to type all this.
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There is a blob of hardened asphalt stuck on my shoe. I have no idea how it got there, but it's super annoying.
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I got a 9 para post done in like 10 minutes. I think I may have ascended for a bit.
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If only there was autosave for PMs... RIP my 10 para post that was lost when my computer restarted out of nowhere.
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Pro tip: Make sure your roommates are NOT HOME before doing loud voice actor shenanigans.
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(Editing with colors soon I'm typing this on a Kindle)
Jacob could sense the others' arrival before he could see them, heading the collective yammering of all their thoughts coalesce into a single maddening cacophony that threatened to drive him insane. An annoyed expression crossed his features as he tried to block them out.
"Could you guys, I dunno, keep it down? I'm trying to think here."
Jacob sighed, knowing he most likely sounded crazy to them. It was almost impossible that anyone, let alone someone in this room, knew anything about what that weird shop did to him. He didn't want to explain what he was talking about, how he could hear their indistinct thoughts, but he felt that he had to.
"You guys might call me crazy, but I think that place, Grace's or Gertrude's or something, might have messed me up a little."
He waited for someone else to chime in before he fully explained himself, just in case someone broached the subject before he did.
Jacob could sense the others' arrival before he could see them, heading the collective yammering of all their thoughts coalesce into a single maddening cacophony that threatened to drive him insane. An annoyed expression crossed his features as he tried to block them out.
"Could you guys, I dunno, keep it down? I'm trying to think here."
Jacob sighed, knowing he most likely sounded crazy to them. It was almost impossible that anyone, let alone someone in this room, knew anything about what that weird shop did to him. He didn't want to explain what he was talking about, how he could hear their indistinct thoughts, but he felt that he had to.
"You guys might call me crazy, but I think that place, Grace's or Gertrude's or something, might have messed me up a little."
He waited for someone else to chime in before he fully explained himself, just in case someone broached the subject before he did.
Victor crashout core
Victor was liking this "Gillmore" woman less and less. She didn't seem to have any regard for safety regulations or the way she treated her superiors. He decided that taking Henderson's advice would be better than taking any that his instructor had given him.
Ironic.
As his attention lapsed from their argument, Victor thought of the training ahead of him. He was certain he wouldn't have any trouble with using the equipment, and he would show Gillmore what someone who actually cared about their role in the division was capable of. When his gaze drifted back to Henderson and Gillmore, he respectfully watched the two bicker amongst themselves for a few more moments, then bristled a bit at Gillmore's remark toward Henderson. Victor scowled at her, his eyes flashing.
"It looks to me like he's the only one that has the patience to keep you in line!" he snapped, his accent getting more prominent. "I guarantee that any other supervisor in his position would have fired you, and you take his kindness for weakness. You mock him behind his back and to his face, and you deliberately go against his orders for the sake of 'fun' and your own happiness. You have no respect for anyone but yourself here."
Victor glared at Gillmore, contempt and disdain dripping from his expression.
"Saving lives is not meant to be fun or whimsical." he spat, taking a step or two closer to her. "That may be a priority for you, but it isn't for anyone who actually cares about who you are saving or what good they are providing." Victor gestured at Blinky, glancing at the creature before focusing his anger back on Gillmore. "And this thing. Do you think police officers play games with the fugitives they chase? It is obvious that you do by the way you treat it, like it's a pet and not what you are trained to dispose of."
Victor got closer to Gillmore, clutching the paper in his shaking fist. He was a foot away from her, and he restrained himself from getting any closer, lest she called security. He personally doubted she would, but anything was possible.
"Grow up and do your job. Stop acting like a child. Show some respect for your superiors. For us. For the time we spent trying to help other people."
He sighed frustratedly, still glaring at Gillmore.
"At least pretend that you care for once."
Ironic.
As his attention lapsed from their argument, Victor thought of the training ahead of him. He was certain he wouldn't have any trouble with using the equipment, and he would show Gillmore what someone who actually cared about their role in the division was capable of. When his gaze drifted back to Henderson and Gillmore, he respectfully watched the two bicker amongst themselves for a few more moments, then bristled a bit at Gillmore's remark toward Henderson. Victor scowled at her, his eyes flashing.
"It looks to me like he's the only one that has the patience to keep you in line!" he snapped, his accent getting more prominent. "I guarantee that any other supervisor in his position would have fired you, and you take his kindness for weakness. You mock him behind his back and to his face, and you deliberately go against his orders for the sake of 'fun' and your own happiness. You have no respect for anyone but yourself here."
Victor glared at Gillmore, contempt and disdain dripping from his expression.
"Saving lives is not meant to be fun or whimsical." he spat, taking a step or two closer to her. "That may be a priority for you, but it isn't for anyone who actually cares about who you are saving or what good they are providing." Victor gestured at Blinky, glancing at the creature before focusing his anger back on Gillmore. "And this thing. Do you think police officers play games with the fugitives they chase? It is obvious that you do by the way you treat it, like it's a pet and not what you are trained to dispose of."
Victor got closer to Gillmore, clutching the paper in his shaking fist. He was a foot away from her, and he restrained himself from getting any closer, lest she called security. He personally doubted she would, but anything was possible.
"Grow up and do your job. Stop acting like a child. Show some respect for your superiors. For us. For the time we spent trying to help other people."
He sighed frustratedly, still glaring at Gillmore.
"At least pretend that you care for once."
It's more so indistinct whispers unless he's actively listening to them or if its very "loud," such as very strong emotions.
Jacob is about to have a field day trying to ignore everyone's thoughts
Same but then I remembered Jacob can’t drive
I just noticed that Jacob and Cian's colors are very similar, just like their powers.
Crap! Were we not supposed to start yet????
There's my post! Now you guys can see how sad Jacob's life truly is.
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