Terrance 'Trauma' Ward (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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sirenspull_logs2012-08-28 11:37 pm
mademyhell) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-08-28 11:37 pm
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There's some utterly damaged particles to deal with
Who: Trauma and Claudio
When: backdated to the 25th
Where: The office building Trauma works in, in sector 4.
Summary: Some powers aren't fun to learn about by accident, and it's a good idea to make sure that doesn't happen again.
Warnings: Cursing, and all kinds of guilt and problems. Also it's testing mind control powers. Update if needed.
They'd closed down the 13th floor out of some strange attempt at remodeling. Despite the stupid fucking irony, it seemed like the best place to try and work on this crap out of the way of...pretty much anything. Trauma had disabled the cameras about an hour ago and blamed it on a hardware problem. This was true, but they'd probably find the cut wires in the morning and assume that the remodling crew had gotten lazy cutting into the walls again.
That done and reported, getting through the locked doors was nothing. There was a large room that had once been several different offices, and now was sort of a shell, a wide open space with a few stray, short walls and wires hanging from the ceiling. It didn't look very safe. But Trauma was pretty sure he was being neurotic. ....Pretty sure.
".....Good news is, we've had worse ideas and lived." He said, not mentioning that dying wasn't really a problem for him anymore apparently, and prodding at a piece of rebar that was sticking out of the wall at an odd angle with his boot.
When: backdated to the 25th
Where: The office building Trauma works in, in sector 4.
Summary: Some powers aren't fun to learn about by accident, and it's a good idea to make sure that doesn't happen again.
Warnings: Cursing, and all kinds of guilt and problems. Also it's testing mind control powers. Update if needed.
They'd closed down the 13th floor out of some strange attempt at remodeling. Despite the stupid fucking irony, it seemed like the best place to try and work on this crap out of the way of...pretty much anything. Trauma had disabled the cameras about an hour ago and blamed it on a hardware problem. This was true, but they'd probably find the cut wires in the morning and assume that the remodling crew had gotten lazy cutting into the walls again.
That done and reported, getting through the locked doors was nothing. There was a large room that had once been several different offices, and now was sort of a shell, a wide open space with a few stray, short walls and wires hanging from the ceiling. It didn't look very safe. But Trauma was pretty sure he was being neurotic. ....Pretty sure.
".....Good news is, we've had worse ideas and lived." He said, not mentioning that dying wasn't really a problem for him anymore apparently, and prodding at a piece of rebar that was sticking out of the wall at an odd angle with his boot.
no subject
Inside however he was visible, hands in his pockets, looking like he hated this idea more then anything in the world. Guilt was still running pretty high in his mind after all.
"Yeah, but I really don't like this idea. I'm not even sure how to turn this stupid shit power on. I can turn most of them on and off but... fuck if I know what I'm doing with this."