Victor Mancha (
ultron_junior) wrote2014-04-29 11:24 am
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Room 401, Also Tuesday Morning
It was move-out day in 401, and since Victor wasn't totally clear on where he'd end up living back in L.A., he was trying to pack light. Some things he was happy to get rid of; for example, he was all too pleased to see the bulky layers he'd needed for East Coast winters go off to Goodwill. Others, like certain class notes and anything from his friends, he kept for entirely sentimental reasons.
But he hesitated over his pile of comics. On the one hand, they were bulky to lug around and most of them weren't even worth anything. He could Torrent anything he wanted to reread. On the other, they were comics and comics were an awesome resource for a wannabe hero. And it had been a long time since he read that Spider-Man annual.
He flipped through it, getting lost in the story instead of finishing his packing.
[OOC: Door open. Last post on the island, sniff!]
But he hesitated over his pile of comics. On the one hand, they were bulky to lug around and most of them weren't even worth anything. He could Torrent anything he wanted to reread. On the other, they were comics and comics were an awesome resource for a wannabe hero. And it had been a long time since he read that Spider-Man annual.
He flipped through it, getting lost in the story instead of finishing his packing.
[OOC: Door open. Last post on the island, sniff!]
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"You don't think that would be weird?"
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Maddie had no idea, do not trust her opinion.
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Seriously don't trust her opinion. He'd probably facepalm with the proportionate strength of a spider.
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Except for how Nico hit Spider-Man with a sleeping spell mid-meal, but Victor didn't feel Maddie needed to hear that right then.
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Someone was a little hyped up on energy drinks. Packing up his disaster of a room was a project.
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He eyed the cables. "Sure, stick 'em into the blue bag," he decided. "I have room and you can't really have too many." They were like candy that way!
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He yawned. "So, dude, what are you doing now that we're out of here? Just general crime-fighting?"
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