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neutral_omensDate: December 17, 1999
Setting: The Lobby
Status: Public (Complete)
Summary: Michael stupidly leaves his laptop unattended.
Michael sighed. Things were so not going well at the moment. Even his laptop seemed to hold a grudge against him. No matter how he tried, he couldn't get a single word written. Well. A single sensible word, that was.
Another sigh escaped his chest. It had been like this ever since he had revealed his feelings to Raphael, only to be coolly rejected. Of course he should have known that would happen -- why otherwise would he have kept his feelings hidden for so long? But he'd been stupid and told, and now he'd lost it all. Raphael, yes, and seemingly what little skill he'd ever happened to have for writing. No matter how much he tried, he could get one word down. He'd even destroyed most of what little he'd managed to write that far, deciding that it was just rubbish anyway. How he'd ever written something that horrible was still beyond him.
At last he simply gave up. Heroically resisting the strong urge to hit the device that was obviously working against him along with everything and everbody else, he stood up from his chair and stormed towards the door. At the moment he really needed some fresh air to clear his head.
Setting: The Lobby
Status: Public (Complete)
Summary: Michael stupidly leaves his laptop unattended.
Michael sighed. Things were so not going well at the moment. Even his laptop seemed to hold a grudge against him. No matter how he tried, he couldn't get a single word written. Well. A single sensible word, that was.
Another sigh escaped his chest. It had been like this ever since he had revealed his feelings to Raphael, only to be coolly rejected. Of course he should have known that would happen -- why otherwise would he have kept his feelings hidden for so long? But he'd been stupid and told, and now he'd lost it all. Raphael, yes, and seemingly what little skill he'd ever happened to have for writing. No matter how much he tried, he could get one word down. He'd even destroyed most of what little he'd managed to write that far, deciding that it was just rubbish anyway. How he'd ever written something that horrible was still beyond him.
At last he simply gave up. Heroically resisting the strong urge to hit the device that was obviously working against him along with everything and everbody else, he stood up from his chair and stormed towards the door. At the moment he really needed some fresh air to clear his head.
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