Fate Has a Cruel Sense of Humor... [Ariel]
Aug 20, 2011 22:38:44 GMT -5
Post by lordbeckett on Aug 20, 2011 22:38:44 GMT -5
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After a long day, it was nice to relax.
The mechanisms of the modern world weren't that difficult to figure out after a few days. Buttons needed to be pushed, knobs needed to be turned, and overall, Beckett didn't need to think too hard. That was the main problem with futuristic technology: the only way one could possibly mess up was to think too hard. Although Beckett was one for careful analysis, he was never one to overthink.
Therefore, quite swimmingly, Beckett had adjusted, although he did not adjust more than necessary. He did not want to become attached, after all, until it was confirmed he was staying permanently. As it stood, he still had faith in returning to Port Royal, but he was also patient. Even magic took time.
And so did strategy, so Beckett did not plot to escape right away. He'd managed to at least settle in so he would be able to survive (it was at least better than being stranded in the jungle or on an island), and life, so far, was... blissful. Here, he was completely alone with his thoughts, with no one to bother him or attempt to put a damper on his flawless strategies.
However, little did he know his bliss would not last for much longer.
He felt this particular night was a good night to clean himself up completely, for he hadn't done it for a few nights due to long, tiring days. This being one of the rare times he removed his wig, Beckett placed the wig on a table and proceeded to clean himself up. Partway through, he barely heard the main door of the room opening, and he reminded himself to check who it was when he was finished. Upon the sudden realization that it might be a thief (or worse, a pirate), since no one was scheduled to enter at this time, Beckett donned a towel and went to examine the situation, ignoring the fact that he was without his wig and his hair was dripping.
"What on earth is going on in he...?" Beckett started, before realizing who was standing in the room with him. Slightly startled, he added with a threatening tone, "I do not remember inviting you. What are you doing here?"
Tag: ROOMMATE.
Lyrics: "Hideous Creatures" from Starkid's Starship
Credit: Faryl (Constance/Beckett)
Word Count: + 175
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