http://l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2008-03-22 06:01 pm

Dorm Roof, Saturday Afternoon

Billy was standing, sans prosthetic, on the edge of the roof, his toes sticking out over the edge.

The letter he'd recieved today from Anastasia had told him that Serpentor had been defeated, and presumed killed by Billy's father. Cobra Commander was MIA, Destro was in charge of Cobra in his absence. And that a few members of the G.I. Joe team had been killed in the battle. None of the names were those of people he considered friends, but he'd recognized them regardless.

He'd immediately called his contact number for Snake-Eyes and asked him to ask the girl code-named Firewall to contact him. He'd met her and her friend Daemon during his brief stay with G.I. Joe earlier. They'd become friendly aquaintences, if not good enough friends to learn her real name. But the news from Scarlett had informed him that Mainframe, one of the dead Joes had been her mentor, and that Serpentor had killed Daemon. He figured maybe a conversation with someone else who'd been drawn into that life, rather than volunteering would help.

For now, he was brooding meditating.

And for some reason craving tacos.

[Open of course. Especially if you have tacos.]

[identity profile] inthereflexes.livejournal.com 2008-03-22 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Jack wandered up to the roof after a bit. He had found taquitos.

mMmmmMmMmmmmm taaaaaaakeeeeetooooos. He still had a few left.

[identity profile] inthereflexes.livejournal.com 2008-03-23 06:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"Uh, taquitos?" Jack said, holding up the plate. "You want one?"

[identity profile] inthereflexes.livejournal.com 2008-03-23 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"There's a few more in the second floor fridge, but...don't eat 'em all. That's breakfast for next week," he said.

[identity profile] inthereflexes.livejournal.com 2008-03-24 05:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh. Sorry all I had were taquitos, then," he said with a grin. "But it's better'n nothing, right?"

[identity profile] inthereflexes.livejournal.com 2008-03-26 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Not a problem. What brings you here?" he asked, enjoying taquitoness.

[identity profile] inthereflexes.livejournal.com 2008-03-27 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Gee, that bad?" Jack asked, chewing a taquito thoughtfully.

[identity profile] inthereflexes.livejournal.com 2008-03-28 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh. That is bad. What can you do?" he asked.

[identity profile] inthereflexes.livejournal.com 2008-03-29 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
Jack couldn't offer any advice and sat there, speechless. It wasn't a common thing.

[identity profile] inthereflexes.livejournal.com 2008-03-31 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm sorry," Jack said, all frowny face. "But you're not like that, right?"