Post by colossus on Dec 26, 2005 2:44:59 GMT -5
Piotr glared at the pen in his hand. It was snapped into two pieces where he held it and ink was covering his hand, while his other hand cupped beneath it to keep the ink from getting on the carpet. Dumping the mess into a nearby trash can he thought about the past week.
First it had been a cup in the kitchen. Then he broke a door when he pulled on the handle. He poked his finger through a window when he tried to tap on it, and had ripped a book along the binding when he tried to open it. Finally it was the pen.
Piotr was aware of his size and his strength and usually could keep it under control. He tried to be careful. But lately... his strength had been increasing and he couldn't keep up with it. He couldn't adjust to the changes fast enough to keep from breaking things. Piotr felt like he was 15 again, when he had been all arms and legs and mutant powers. All the accidents were driving him crazy. Piotr didn't want to have to cut himself off from people because he was afraid he might hurt someone.
Sighing, both his hands covered in ink, he searched the common room for a tissue or napkin so that he could clean off his hands. At least enough so that he could wash his hand without leading an ink trail to the bathroom on every door-knob. Nudging a chair with his foot, he started to sit down. But a crash behind him made him flinch, and just as his butt hit the floor he realized that he had broken the chair. The wooden pieces were crumpled on the floor against the wall behind him.
Piotr sighed, drooping slightly as he tried to figure out how to get up without putting inky handprints on the floor.
First it had been a cup in the kitchen. Then he broke a door when he pulled on the handle. He poked his finger through a window when he tried to tap on it, and had ripped a book along the binding when he tried to open it. Finally it was the pen.
Piotr was aware of his size and his strength and usually could keep it under control. He tried to be careful. But lately... his strength had been increasing and he couldn't keep up with it. He couldn't adjust to the changes fast enough to keep from breaking things. Piotr felt like he was 15 again, when he had been all arms and legs and mutant powers. All the accidents were driving him crazy. Piotr didn't want to have to cut himself off from people because he was afraid he might hurt someone.
Sighing, both his hands covered in ink, he searched the common room for a tissue or napkin so that he could clean off his hands. At least enough so that he could wash his hand without leading an ink trail to the bathroom on every door-knob. Nudging a chair with his foot, he started to sit down. But a crash behind him made him flinch, and just as his butt hit the floor he realized that he had broken the chair. The wooden pieces were crumpled on the floor against the wall behind him.
Piotr sighed, drooping slightly as he tried to figure out how to get up without putting inky handprints on the floor.