Alec Hardy looks irritated. He normally does, but this time it's ramped up to eleven. He doesn't know where he is, again. He doesn't know what's happening to him, again. He doesn't know why his pulse is pounding in his ears but he does know the dried blood on his clothes and on his face --staining everything most like, and the hard yellow eyes of a cousin that wasn't. He is not in the mood to be dithered over by a bunch of men wearing silly bathrobes.
"No, listen, I don't give a fuck, alright? I am tired of giving a fuck. I'm here. Fine. I'm still not where I'm meant to be. Just point me in the direction of a hot bath and some bloody sanity before I lose it."
Day in the Life
Alec is cornered. Fortunately, he didn't try to sit on the bloody thing and hadn't had the urge to go, but that didn't stop it from attacking him when he walked past the loo and trapping him against the wall. His wand was useless as he really had to focus on his breathing to calm himself down from the raging toilet that tried to eat him or he was going to have bigger problems.
"Can't you piss off and bother someone else?" The toilet lunges for him and he gets a foot on the seat of it just against the bowl and away from the teeth, but his grip isn't sure and he winces as water sloshes over his leg. "A little help?!"
Expecto...Whatever
"Well this is shit." Alec is sporting a pair of antlers. He didn't know what he did to make them come, but he has a feeling he liked them. "Look, do you mind making me a magical hacksaw or whatever? I'm not going through this again. Bloody impossible to get through the door."
Alec Hardy || Broadchurch (CRAU)
Alec Hardy looks irritated. He normally does, but this time it's ramped up to eleven. He doesn't know where he is, again. He doesn't know what's happening to him, again. He doesn't know why his pulse is pounding in his ears but he does know the dried blood on his clothes and on his face --staining everything most like, and the hard yellow eyes of a cousin that wasn't. He is not in the mood to be dithered over by a bunch of men wearing silly bathrobes.
"No, listen, I don't give a fuck, alright? I am tired of giving a fuck. I'm here. Fine. I'm still not where I'm meant to be. Just point me in the direction of a hot bath and some bloody sanity before I lose it."
Day in the Life
Alec is cornered. Fortunately, he didn't try to sit on the bloody thing and hadn't had the urge to go, but that didn't stop it from attacking him when he walked past the loo and trapping him against the wall. His wand was useless as he really had to focus on his breathing to calm himself down from the raging toilet that tried to eat him or he was going to have bigger problems.
"Can't you piss off and bother someone else?" The toilet lunges for him and he gets a foot on the seat of it just against the bowl and away from the teeth, but his grip isn't sure and he winces as water sloshes over his leg. "A little help?!"
Expecto...Whatever
"Well this is shit." Alec is sporting a pair of antlers. He didn't know what he did to make them come, but he has a feeling he liked them. "Look, do you mind making me a magical hacksaw or whatever? I'm not going through this again. Bloody impossible to get through the door."