INACTIVE

I cannot live like this. While roleplaying has given me amazing opportunities and the chance to meet amazing people that have changed my experience on this website, it has also brought me people and experiences that have changed me negatively.

It was official: Roach was completely bored, and he was driving everyone insane because of it. Light, Red, and Eli had suggested that he go see Julia, and she sent him to deliver a file for Ghost, and the lieutenant had managed to last three minutes in Roach's presence before kicking him out.

Now, finding himself alone and still bored, he decided to go visit someone he hadn't seen in what felt like forever. He trudged towards the infirmary, easily navigating through the halls towards his friend's office/room.

He knocked twice, pausing before pushing the door open. He grinned when he found Bones sitting at her desk.

It was surprisingly quiet on base that afternoon.

Captain MacTavish had given them the morning off after an especially tough mission, and most of the 141 had taken the opportunity to sleep in.

Not Roach, though. He had a mild concussion, and sleep was seemingly impossible to reach, so he had gotten up to wander. He had eventually found himself in the kitchen, and he was excited to find a fellow task force member alive and moving on base.

Roach winced as his injured shoulder brushed against the door frame of the rec room. The latest mission had been hard on him the most, and the shrapnel that had nearly torn his shoulder muscles apart left a bunch of nasty scars. To keep himself form poking and examining his injury, he had retreated to the rec room, hoping for some company.

He was relieved to see a familiar figure on the couch, whittling. He practically sprang from the doorway towards the couch, and he collapsed onto the seat next to Wolf, giving him a wide grin.

Gary didn't have the best of luck. That didn't mean he was any less bummed that he caught the flu, though. The strain had spread through the entire school, and just when he was safe, Gary was slammed with the symptoms.

That was Thursday, and after skipping school Friday, Gary found himself miserable and even sicker on Saturday. He tossed and turned in his bed before finally tossing the covers back. His body shook violently with the chills, but he was thirsty, so he stumbled out of bed, the room spinning.

Maybe I should call Mom, he thought. He sat down shakily and swallowed hard. His throat hurt, so yelling was out of the question. He considered his options, and finally decided to go down the hall to his Mom's room.

Shivering violently, he began his long journey towards her room. By the time he reached the door, he felt dizzy, and he lost his balance, slamming against the door. He slid down as his legs gave out, and he whimpered as his head throbbed and spun.

I have never claimed to know much about these comic books, but I do know Captain America when I see him! Though I do not know this uniform… I hope you like it, though. Merry Christmas, Gary.

"What did you get?"

"I've always wanted this!"

"Oh, boy --- socks."

"I think I know what this is!"

"Wake up, wake up! It's Christmas!"

"The carrots we put outside are gone!"

"He left two cookies."

"Do you think Santa read my letter?"

"Merry Christmas!"

"Watch out, mistletoe!"

"It's snowing! It's snowing!"

"That toy is getting on my last nerve."

"Santa must have thought you were a good boy/girl this year!"

"Don't eat all that candy in your stocking. Don't want to be sick on Christmas, now do you?"

"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night."

"I still have some last minute shopping to do."

"Naughty boy/girl! Santa isn't going to be very happy about changing his list so close to Christmas!"

"Blast that Christmas music!"

"Brr!"

"Help me make the cookies!"

"Hold still! Just one more picture."

"At least act like you two like each other."

"The dog ate the mince pies."

"Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse."

"The toy's batteries are already out they've played with it so much."

"Can we watch a Christmas movie?"

"Oh, god. I hate kissing her/him."

"Look at all those presents!"

"17? Last year I had 18!"

"This is the best Christmas ever."

"This is the worst Christmas ever."

"At least wear a jacket outside."

"Oh, no you don't! You're not going outside without the proper attire."

"The tree fell!"

"Shut up your singing!"

"He's making a list, checking it twice, gonna find out who's naughty or nice!"