[This was not clicking for some reason. He has been staring at these reports for the past hour and half, nothing having been accomplished besides from papers being shuffled around in a semblance of productivity and knives thrown into the pillar behind him out of sheer frustration. His fingers tapping along the worn metal to keep himself from doing further property damage at this rate.
The bottom line was that stress was gnawing at him.
Not from the job though. If anything, reports should came as second nature after the past few months and coordinating had been relatively easy once the rough first week passed by. Being a vanguard should cause less stress than doing actually fieldwork yet here he was at a breaking point almost.
There was nothing. Absolutely nothing. Those stupid letters and photos and other bullshit weren't coming in anymore.
Something had to have happened and he's stuck here in this goddamn tower like a fresh rezzed moron.
His hands were effectively tied as well. No one could be sent out without the other two's approval and even then it'd be brought forward to discussion by the head vanguard. Which means that nothing could happen for days and he'll be sitting on his ass like he already was. All it did was make him all the more frustrated about having given up his freedom to leave as he so pleased because at least then someone would be out there trying to figure out what happened.
The hunter buries his face in his hands with an exhausted sigh leaving him. He probably looked like hell at this rate. Throwing himself into long hours had made his sleep schedule an abysmal handful of hours in the past few days. Half the time he didn't know how he wasn't passing out during meetings. Be easy to. Pull the hood further down, lean down on the table and maybe get an hour or two of on and off rest. Might be the best time to try it out to be quite honest since the hall was dead before attempting it when there'd be actual repercussions to getting caught.
He grunts after stretching out on the table some, pillowing his head with his arms for something close to comfortable. Shade is called out of transmat to keep a watch on things while an attempt at a nap was made. The ghost whirling softly in concern but does as told.
Things suck. Might as well try to ignore it for the time being.]
The bottom line was that stress was gnawing at him.
Not from the job though. If anything, reports should came as second nature after the past few months and coordinating had been relatively easy once the rough first week passed by. Being a vanguard should cause less stress than doing actually fieldwork yet here he was at a breaking point almost.
There was nothing. Absolutely nothing. Those stupid letters and photos and other bullshit weren't coming in anymore.
Something had to have happened and he's stuck here in this goddamn tower like a fresh rezzed moron.
His hands were effectively tied as well. No one could be sent out without the other two's approval and even then it'd be brought forward to discussion by the head vanguard. Which means that nothing could happen for days and he'll be sitting on his ass like he already was. All it did was make him all the more frustrated about having given up his freedom to leave as he so pleased because at least then someone would be out there trying to figure out what happened.
The hunter buries his face in his hands with an exhausted sigh leaving him. He probably looked like hell at this rate. Throwing himself into long hours had made his sleep schedule an abysmal handful of hours in the past few days. Half the time he didn't know how he wasn't passing out during meetings. Be easy to. Pull the hood further down, lean down on the table and maybe get an hour or two of on and off rest. Might be the best time to try it out to be quite honest since the hall was dead before attempting it when there'd be actual repercussions to getting caught.
He grunts after stretching out on the table some, pillowing his head with his arms for something close to comfortable. Shade is called out of transmat to keep a watch on things while an attempt at a nap was made. The ghost whirling softly in concern but does as told.
Things suck. Might as well try to ignore it for the time being.]
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Date: 2015-10-12 02:07 am (UTC)From:Besides. You look like you could do with a bit of time out of the office.
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Date: 2015-10-12 02:26 am (UTC)From:I have reports to finish anyway. So you two can go off and enjoy the Banner. I'm staying here.
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Date: 2015-10-12 02:38 am (UTC)From:Can I help? Andrei is a master at paperwork. Then you could get out and shot things with the time he saves you.
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Date: 2015-10-12 02:52 am (UTC)From:[To be honest all this frustration could be expended in the banner easily but he didn't know if he could hold back old habits. That was the last thing he needed on top of everything else.
So he tries to get his reports back together in proper fashion and tries to hide more personal items away. Those weren't helpful either.]
Huh...you can come in. But that's it.
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Date: 2015-10-12 02:59 am (UTC)From:She opens the door and steps inside. The paperwork isn't a surprise. ...nor are the knives sticking into the pillar.]
So, how's Liam doing?
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Date: 2015-10-12 03:10 am (UTC)From:Good.
[His hood remains pulled up to hide the dark rings under his eyes and the fact that he can't look up at her.]
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Date: 2015-10-12 03:42 am (UTC)From:Andrei will be glad to hear it. He's off looking for the rest of the team.
How've you been? Besides busy?
[The answer is fairly obvious, considering how he's hiding under his hood, but she can hope he'll be honest with her, right?]
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Date: 2015-10-12 03:55 am (UTC)From:Of course he would.
I've been just fine. What about you?
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Date: 2015-10-12 04:47 am (UTC)From:Good to know. I'm glad you two are enjoying it there.
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Date: 2015-10-12 05:07 am (UTC)From:And there are those spurts where he locks himself in his study and doesn't come out.
He's...really excited to see you.
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Date: 2015-10-12 10:32 pm (UTC)From:So. You're sure we can't help you get out of this office?
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Date: 2015-10-12 11:14 pm (UTC)From:[She tugs threateningly at his cape.]
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Date: 2015-10-12 11:21 pm (UTC)From:Kell, let go of me.
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Date: 2015-10-12 11:41 pm (UTC)From:[She hauls him up over her shoulder and heads for the door.]
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Date: 2015-10-13 12:01 am (UTC)From:[She sends a quick message to Andrei and the Crucible attendant that she's inbound with a third person for their team. They'd better get in there quickly.]
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From:Boss I'm sorry Andrei is too scared to hug you
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