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Teacher's Pet
Topic Started: Feb 5 2009, 01:19 PM (38 Views)
Sean Madrox
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The ticking of the stationary clock can be heard above the doorway of Sean’s locker room, but in the midst of the rather annoying clamor the countdown is on. Nothing can be done to prevent what is actually going to happen in a mere matter of hours. The federation of FIW as we know it will change dramatically, just to put in a simpler terms so to say.

The door opens and in enters Sean Madrox with a cell phone attached to his right ear; he finishes his conversation before throwing the iphone into the chocolate leather brown couch sitting at the far rear wall. He begins to pace around the room and the only ounce of noise is the ticking and Sean turns from the opposite direction every eight ticks as if that number seems to be significant, but who is that to say. He scratches the back of his head with both hands as he drags them on to his forehead and he stops, peering up at the ceiling, clearly the noise is beginning to irritate him.

He tilts his head to the right looking up at the clock following the second hand as it makes it away coming full circle again, continuing with the eerie sound. His eyebrows lower disappearing behind his aviators, meaning that he has had enough of it. In a split second he jumps and slams his fist dead in the center of the clock freezing it in time, no more eerie sound.

“Dammit, that fucking clock is still ticking in my head!” Sean shakes his head a bit before placing his palm on his forehead as he rips the sunglasses off of his face. He finally makes his way over to the leather couch and takes a seat still with his palm on his forehead.

Sean is complacent after a few moments of silence as he relaxes for the time being, he has a million thoughts running threw his head and he really doesn’t know what to do. It seems that everyday something new arises, but he doesn’t know how to tackle each new task. “I have to shake this shit…”

He rises to his feet and heads for the door, he needs some action.
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