Gavin Free is a piece of shit.
Geoff Ramsey
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Gavin Free is a piece of shit.
Geoff Ramsey
Meg felt the similar static energy spread across her skin from the point of contact, followed by the sense of a power that didn’t belong to her. She tried to clamp down on it, tried to throw up some kind of control, but she didn’t have much experience with Gavin’s power and not much more with her own.
“Shit, I’m sorry Gav.” She said quickly, worried as always that the someone would feel violated with her using their powers like that. “Of course I did the thing, of course it copied.” She looked to the left, and of course as she expected one of the interns was frozen. The powers had responded to her attempting to stop taking them, and instead stopped the poor kid in his tracks.
As she apologised, his hands instantly came up to wave off the apology. “S’alright, not your fault,” he replied, smiling in what he hoped was a reassuring manner. He knew it was an accident, there was no harm done to him nor anyone else. Well...except for the poor intern that he hadn’t noticed until he followed Meg’s gaze over to him. He couldn’t help but let out a snort of laughter before quickly schooling his face and feigning a sympathetic look for the guy.
“Sorry mate,” he offered with a only half apologetic smile before lifting his hands and focusing on unfreezing him by simply speeding him back up until he was at a normal rate again. Jesus, when had it reached the point he was almost referring to his powers as frame rates? As soon as the intern was back to normal, Gavin’s attention turned back to Meg. “Are you alright? I know my powers ain’t the most er, stable thing to work with...”
This always happened over the first few days Dan was sent off for deployment. It was like clockwork; it was guaranteed. After seeing his best friend off at the airport, Gavin always got twitchy. Yeah, yeah, Dan was a big army boy with superpowers that could more than handle himself but he was still going off to a bloody war zone and that worried the other Brit every single time. And when you already had notoriously spontaneous powers, worrying certainly wasn't a helpful factor. He woke up most mornings being awoken by his bed falling back to the ground after he'd unconsciously made it float, even more mugs got burned - so he'd resorted to just avoiding mugs at all in the office.
Though, his morning coffee at home hadn't gone so well. He'd been distracted by his own thoughts (as usual) and ended up melting the mug he'd been holding. He hadn't even been realising he'd been doing it until he'd burned his damn hand. So now, he was sat in at his desk in the office, leg bouncing with burned fingers and an irritated look on his face. And as if things couldn't get any bloody worse, the video he'd been rendering decided to flash up with the message RENDER FAILED for the second time now.
"DAMMIT!" He suddenly bellowed, ripping off his headphones and throwing them onto his desk. He pressed the heel of his palms into his eyes but he could feel his hands beginning to shake which was never a good sign. So, just as abruptly as he'd yelled, he pushed up from his chair and made a beeline for the door, hoping to get out of the building entirely and clear of anything or anyone that would end up on the receiving end of whatever his powers would unleash on their own accord.
Oh, those poor unfortunate souls who think that jay walking in front of me isn’t going to have any severe consequences.
Remind me never to go near the car park or any road while you're in your car...Not that I'd purposely jay walk. Y'know, just encase...
Meg hadn’t meant to do it. Though to be honest, she hardly ever meant to do it. The corridors that lead from the sound booths were too small and too tight, you couldn’t pass by someone without brushing up against them. So of course she brushed up against this person. And it was just unlucky that skin met skin with their bare arms, and Meg only had time to suck in a breath before their power flew into her body.
Gavin lived in Rooster Teeth or Slow Mo t-shirts and so it was inevitable that one day with the combination of short sleeves and his clumsiness that he would end up in contact with one Meg Turney. It was just sods law considering the high frequency in which he would spontaneously combust.
“Awwno, Turney,” he practically whined as they brushed passed each other. The whine wasn’t to blame her for what he knew coming in contact with her meant, just a general ‘oh shit’ kind of comment. He came to a quick halt and made a mental note to maybe start wearing long sleeves more frequently. “Did you do the thing? Did it copy?” He asked.
…A mug and possibly singed the countertop. There may also be traces of melted mug left on said countertop.
… … … How?
...I may or may not have gotten distracted by my coffee making, day dreaming and thinking up wot if? scenarios. Then when I came to there was just, y’know, fire...
I’m leaving for Afghanistan again tomorrow and no one has said goodbye yet
Shall I come wave you off like an army wife? Smother you in kisses and cry as you board your flight?
Geoff: Hey. This is not the time to blame Gavin.
Gavin: Thank you. Finally.
Geoff: There will be plenty of time to blame Gavin later, when this is resolved.
Fully Automatic Assault Rifle at 18,000fps [x]
On a scale of ‘you’re grounded’ to ‘you’re fucked’, how much trouble do we think I’ll be in if I’ve accidentally set something on fire?
Somewhere around ‘I’m not surprised anymore’. What did you set on fire?
...A mug and possibly singed the countertop. There may also be traces of melted mug left on said countertop.
What if I maybe kind of accidentally might have probably definitely tore my Lance Corporal uniform?
Does anyone know how to sew?
How the heck did you manage that, B?
Oh dude you should be fine then, as long as nothing else caught fire
And what if the counter top got a little singed before I noticed the mug?
God Gavin, yeah you’ll be in trouble
But it was an accident, I swear!
Oh dude you should be fine then, as long as nothing else caught fire
And what if the counter top got a little singed before I noticed the mug?
That depends on what you set on fire
Just a mug? I went to make coffee and it kind of just happened...
On a scale of ‘you’re grounded’ to 'you’re fucked’, how much trouble do we think I’ll be in if I’ve accidentally set something on fire?