Post by Odin on Nov 6, 2008 15:34:26 GMT -5
((OOC: This occurs on Election night, in between the various time slots in "The Votes Are In."))
::Odin had settled on the sofa in his apartment to watch the election results; he'd voted, of course, but knew that it had the potential to be a close race, and he felt personally invested this time far more than in his previous election. When the New York results came in with a slim margin, it was surprising. When Bridge won Ohio, it was still early evening, and he realized it would be a long night.
He kept his emotions to himself, but realized that if Florida slipped, he would no longer be capable. With no wish to disturb Stacy, who'd had to deal with her fair share of his emotions from their living arrangement and wasn't as actively interested in this race as he was, he lwrote her a note, attached it to the refrigerator with a magnet, and left.
Dear Stacy:
I went to the Hellfire Club. Depending on how tonight ends, don't forget to lock the door when you go to sleep. I'll fumble with my key.
Yours,
Odin
The note was a half-truth. He intended to end his night at the Hellfire Club, but since he wanted to continue watching CNN, he made his way to one of the many posted election parties being held that night at local businesses. Florida when to Bridge, as did the entire South East. Bridge won Kansas, and as time ticked on, Odin began to feel the dread fill him. The man would win this, and his Vice Presidential candidate was a mutant-hating lunatic.
When his own home state of Illinois voted, albeit narrowly, for Bridge, Odin had his fill. When Texas's results came, for Bridge, of course, he took the opportunity to leave; the race had ended.
As anticipated, or perhaps as promised, he found his way to the Hellfire Club in the mid-evening, just as the West Coast results had come in, unnecessary as they were. Crossing to the bar, he ordered a rum and coke and told the bartender to keep bringing them.::
::Odin had settled on the sofa in his apartment to watch the election results; he'd voted, of course, but knew that it had the potential to be a close race, and he felt personally invested this time far more than in his previous election. When the New York results came in with a slim margin, it was surprising. When Bridge won Ohio, it was still early evening, and he realized it would be a long night.
He kept his emotions to himself, but realized that if Florida slipped, he would no longer be capable. With no wish to disturb Stacy, who'd had to deal with her fair share of his emotions from their living arrangement and wasn't as actively interested in this race as he was, he lwrote her a note, attached it to the refrigerator with a magnet, and left.
Dear Stacy:
I went to the Hellfire Club. Depending on how tonight ends, don't forget to lock the door when you go to sleep. I'll fumble with my key.
Yours,
Odin
The note was a half-truth. He intended to end his night at the Hellfire Club, but since he wanted to continue watching CNN, he made his way to one of the many posted election parties being held that night at local businesses. Florida when to Bridge, as did the entire South East. Bridge won Kansas, and as time ticked on, Odin began to feel the dread fill him. The man would win this, and his Vice Presidential candidate was a mutant-hating lunatic.
When his own home state of Illinois voted, albeit narrowly, for Bridge, Odin had his fill. When Texas's results came, for Bridge, of course, he took the opportunity to leave; the race had ended.
As anticipated, or perhaps as promised, he found his way to the Hellfire Club in the mid-evening, just as the West Coast results had come in, unnecessary as they were. Crossing to the bar, he ordered a rum and coke and told the bartender to keep bringing them.::
