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kore_logs2012-11-26 09:25 pm
beenunmade) wrote in kore_logs2012-11-26 09:25 pm
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Who: Clint Barton and Phil Coulson
What: Clint's coming home for a little bit after the earthquake and other stuff.
Where: House 20.
When: Day 15 -- Midday.
Warnings: Language? Other than that...nada.
Leaving the lighthouse wasn't a big worry for him. If Loki would leave than he would have to deal with the others. Clint didn't think it was in the god's best interests yet to go toe-to-toe with Hulk if Sharon or Phil allowed their voices to be heard about the matter. The archer wasn't sneaking around this time. He left because of hunger and possibly the promise of laying in bed for an hour or two to allow sleep on a mattress to come slowly. Then heading back out to make sure Loki hadn't left yet. The earthquake in the morning had him glaring accusingly at the trickster as if he had anything to do with it. He was almost ready to pull out his gun but decided against it for investigation's sake. Nothing seemed too damaged, the diner was lost and there went another place for everyone to seek whatever...bonding moments with the other's who lived in town. He was sure they would move on. No one was impressively attached to anything here.
Clint included.
He sauntered back into the house through the back door as if he had just gone off on some jog during the morning and nothing even happened. What did he have to do? He owed apologies, yes. But it didn't mean he liked giving them as he made his way to the kitchen, grabbing a glass and getting some water. If he looked like he hadn't slept in a day or so; it was because he hadn't. He downed the water quickly, setting the glass down before peeking his head out the kitchen and glancing around. He still hadn't seen Phil or Kenzi. He wasn't entirely sure what to expect if he had. Maybe just being locked in a closet this time. "Kenz?" He called out curiously, waiting for a reply. "Coulson?" He really didn't want to open his mouth and call out for him, but he suspected he didn't really have a choice. Phil might get the wrong idea if he just skulked around the house before he started for the stairs. Having every intention of crawling back into the attic and hiding there for the rest of the afternoon before heading down for clean up in the wake of the quake. He was at the top of the stairs when he heard the door close shut behind one of his housemates before making the final step and cautiously pulling down the stairs at the end of the hall that led up to the attic.
He was okay with just avoiding them both like the plague.
What: Clint's coming home for a little bit after the earthquake and other stuff.
Where: House 20.
When: Day 15 -- Midday.
Warnings: Language? Other than that...nada.
Leaving the lighthouse wasn't a big worry for him. If Loki would leave than he would have to deal with the others. Clint didn't think it was in the god's best interests yet to go toe-to-toe with Hulk if Sharon or Phil allowed their voices to be heard about the matter. The archer wasn't sneaking around this time. He left because of hunger and possibly the promise of laying in bed for an hour or two to allow sleep on a mattress to come slowly. Then heading back out to make sure Loki hadn't left yet. The earthquake in the morning had him glaring accusingly at the trickster as if he had anything to do with it. He was almost ready to pull out his gun but decided against it for investigation's sake. Nothing seemed too damaged, the diner was lost and there went another place for everyone to seek whatever...bonding moments with the other's who lived in town. He was sure they would move on. No one was impressively attached to anything here.
Clint included.
He sauntered back into the house through the back door as if he had just gone off on some jog during the morning and nothing even happened. What did he have to do? He owed apologies, yes. But it didn't mean he liked giving them as he made his way to the kitchen, grabbing a glass and getting some water. If he looked like he hadn't slept in a day or so; it was because he hadn't. He downed the water quickly, setting the glass down before peeking his head out the kitchen and glancing around. He still hadn't seen Phil or Kenzi. He wasn't entirely sure what to expect if he had. Maybe just being locked in a closet this time. "Kenz?" He called out curiously, waiting for a reply. "Coulson?" He really didn't want to open his mouth and call out for him, but he suspected he didn't really have a choice. Phil might get the wrong idea if he just skulked around the house before he started for the stairs. Having every intention of crawling back into the attic and hiding there for the rest of the afternoon before heading down for clean up in the wake of the quake. He was at the top of the stairs when he heard the door close shut behind one of his housemates before making the final step and cautiously pulling down the stairs at the end of the hall that led up to the attic.
He was okay with just avoiding them both like the plague.
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"I'll talk to you later, boss." Clint quickly saluted Phil with a smirk before starting back up his ascent to the attic. "Try to get some sleep, Coulson."