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revivalproject2020-04-27 06:32 am
stabgremlin) wrote in revivalproject2020-04-27 06:32 am
Network: 002
[His communicator is propped up on something, while Aden is working- obviously working on making one of the abandoned houses livable.
Currently, he's pulling down rotting wood with a crowbar he's managed to find while scavenging, rather aggressively at that. There's this energy about him that suggests that if he wasn't trying to repair the house, he'd be using the crowbar alone to tear it down.]
This place is a nightmare. There's a mess- anywhere- you- look- [The slight pause between each word is caused by him finding a plank that's giving him a bit of trouble to pull free.
With a few aggressive tugs with his bare hands after loosening it with the crowbar, he drops it onto the pile at his feet.]
How in the deepest Corellian Hell have you all managed in this absolute- fucking- mess- !?
[Another plank gets violently yanked out. The outlet for aggression is helping, but not nearly enough.
Anyone observant enough might be able to tell that there's pain in his aggression too.] For those of you who might be wondering- no, I'm not losing my mind.
[... Sure, Aden. Sure.] But I'm going to, at this rate.
[He lets out a frustrated little screech and yanks another plank out.] I guess this is what one might call a cry for some conversation while I try to at least fix one place up.
[And not a cry for help.]
Currently, he's pulling down rotting wood with a crowbar he's managed to find while scavenging, rather aggressively at that. There's this energy about him that suggests that if he wasn't trying to repair the house, he'd be using the crowbar alone to tear it down.]
This place is a nightmare. There's a mess- anywhere- you- look- [The slight pause between each word is caused by him finding a plank that's giving him a bit of trouble to pull free.
With a few aggressive tugs with his bare hands after loosening it with the crowbar, he drops it onto the pile at his feet.]
How in the deepest Corellian Hell have you all managed in this absolute- fucking- mess- !?
[Another plank gets violently yanked out. The outlet for aggression is helping, but not nearly enough.
Anyone observant enough might be able to tell that there's pain in his aggression too.] For those of you who might be wondering- no, I'm not losing my mind.
[... Sure, Aden. Sure.] But I'm going to, at this rate.
[He lets out a frustrated little screech and yanks another plank out.] I guess this is what one might call a cry for some conversation while I try to at least fix one place up.
[And not a cry for help.]