Post by quicksilver on Oct 29, 2004 4:39:04 GMT -4
Pietro entered his apartment and let go of his control with a sigh. Finally, he could move at the right speed, the one that coincided with how fast he thought. It was such a strain, pretending to be normal. He wished he didn't have to. He would greatly prefer it if he didn't; it made him much more irritable then usual and as twitchy and defensive as a cat in the middle of a pack of junkyard dogs. He zipped through to the kitchen and put the coffee perculator on, before moving through to his bedroom.
Today...has been a very odd day.
He shucked his clothes and turned the shower on, waiting for it to get warm was always a nightmarishly slow period. He had enough time to move through his apartment, put the clothes on to wash and move back before it was heated up. He really needed to move to a better apartment; it wasn't like he couldn't afford it. But now he was settled, he just had no wish to go through all the stupidity that moving house would involve.
I have two new jobs, just when I was entering a slow period. No one wants to hire a mutant thief when SHIELD could turn up and remove him from the job without it being finished. Not that I am likely to be caught. I am nothing if not discrete.
He ran his hands through his dripping wet hair, watching the slow motion progression of the water through the air.
That horrible little...freak at the mall. What was he going on about?
Pietro wasn't sure what to think. He didn't particularily like this feeling. It made him feel unsure, and he prefered to feel supremely confident of everything.
No. He must have confused me with...*someone*.
He stepped out of the shower, turning it off and then grabbing a towel from the rack nearby. He dried off briskly, then dressed in comfortable clothes that were somehow still stylish. The coffee had just finished, so he poured himself a cup and sat down to enjoy it.
No matter. I will go to the school, steal these plans that Courier wants, and then find out where a certain Cajun thief is hiding.
Today...has been a very odd day.
He shucked his clothes and turned the shower on, waiting for it to get warm was always a nightmarishly slow period. He had enough time to move through his apartment, put the clothes on to wash and move back before it was heated up. He really needed to move to a better apartment; it wasn't like he couldn't afford it. But now he was settled, he just had no wish to go through all the stupidity that moving house would involve.
I have two new jobs, just when I was entering a slow period. No one wants to hire a mutant thief when SHIELD could turn up and remove him from the job without it being finished. Not that I am likely to be caught. I am nothing if not discrete.
He ran his hands through his dripping wet hair, watching the slow motion progression of the water through the air.
That horrible little...freak at the mall. What was he going on about?
Pietro wasn't sure what to think. He didn't particularily like this feeling. It made him feel unsure, and he prefered to feel supremely confident of everything.
No. He must have confused me with...*someone*.
He stepped out of the shower, turning it off and then grabbing a towel from the rack nearby. He dried off briskly, then dressed in comfortable clothes that were somehow still stylish. The coffee had just finished, so he poured himself a cup and sat down to enjoy it.
No matter. I will go to the school, steal these plans that Courier wants, and then find out where a certain Cajun thief is hiding.