Author Topic: The Eye of the Storm [Now without a CS:S joke.]  (Read 15476 times)

I open the closet and smoke pours out. My eyes made me look like I was seventy four and tired, but I was surprisingly really calm. All the stress from yesterday just fell out of me. That and I took a dump in the closet.

"I vote that we kick that guy out." I say with a smile, that wasn't quite a smile.

"Whatever you guys want... I just don't want to be a bother." I mutter with an awkward 'Feels good to live' smile.

"I don't think he will live that long anyways, smoking kills!"

"So what's the plan with this 'teamwork' thing?"

"We should all sit down and exchange hugs."

"We should decide a leader first, someone who can understand the harsh losses of a member and knows the consequences of their decisions and actions.
I vote not me"

"I vote we shouldn't vote. We need somebody to volunteer."

"I say we actually find out everybody's leadership capabilities beforehand. I don't vote for presidents until I know what merits they have, we should do the same here."

"I say that I go nowhere near the leadership chair." I say as I pull out my last cigar.

I slap the cigar out of his hand

"Hey..." I say as I look at the cigar. I then look at the woman. "Why did you do that?"

"Do you really want to fall behind us coughing and wheezing your lungs out?"


"Wh- I use cigars as I way to let stress fall out of me. If I didn't I'd still be trembling at the sight of the gun lady."