Atton Rand & miscellaneous names (
suitably_heroic) wrote in
fandomhighdorms2013-02-14 01:05 pm
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1st Floor Rec Room, Thursday Morning
Atton had been taking it easy since last Thursday-- okay, maybe what he was doing could be better described as 'keeping his head down', but whatever, it came down to the same thing. Taking it easy meant card games on his iPad, card games with his physical pazaak cards, and, well, eventually he'd been drawn downstairs in hopes of finding a card game on the school's game computers. Consoles. Whatever you wanted to call them.
And here he was, just about ready to tackle his favorite pass time in a whole new setting, when suddenly his eye was caught by something else. Something shiny. Something potentially entertaining that didn't involve beating himself ad nauseum.
Apache: Air Assault.
Apaches were really rudimentary flying machines, he knew that. It couldn't hurt figuring out how to fly one. And, well, if he kept playing it well into the afternoon, that was just how you did training, dammit.
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And here he was, just about ready to tackle his favorite pass time in a whole new setting, when suddenly his eye was caught by something else. Something shiny. Something potentially entertaining that didn't involve beating himself ad nauseum.
Apache: Air Assault.
Apaches were really rudimentary flying machines, he knew that. It couldn't hurt figuring out how to fly one. And, well, if he kept playing it well into the afternoon, that was just how you did training, dammit.
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Whatever she was about to say was quietly muted as she stood there stating for a moment. "Not too bad," said at last, apparently content with watching.
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Sorry, there was some shooting to be done, Emily.
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She actually didn't mind for once. At least he wasn't yelling at the game. Yet.
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He was going to go back on that sometime halfway into the Ebon Hawk's second crash.
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