Snippet #1701476

Logan returned back to his 'room' where somebody was standing infront of it, as if they were waiting. As soon as the dude saw him, he walked up and blocked his path. Logan tried to evade him, but the soldier was persistant. He sighed, Now what... he muttered in his mind, then said "Okay, soldier, you got me. What is it?"

"You have been transfered to a different room." Logan felt his hopes falling. He would have to repack all of his meager posessions? Then move to an entirely different room? This sucked, but it wouldn't be too bad. "I'm also under order to tell you that you will be bunking with somebody -" Logan looked at him, incredulous.

"What?!" He sputtered out, couldn't believing his ears. He had specifically told, more like demanded... but told the General that he wanted a room seperate from everybody. He wanted a room to himself, because he didn't want to deal with the crap of others, nor did he want them finding out a bazillion things about himself. "Oh... the General thinks this is funny, isn't it?" He laughed angerly, "Just give me what I want, then throw me back to the wolves, huh?!" He punched the wall beside the soldier, causing him to flinch considerably.

"You tell the general this, dumbass." He paused, letting it sink in. "You tell him that I'll only budge so far until I snap, got it." The soldier began to make some incoherent words about he would be bunking with a teammate regardless of his decision, so Logan backed off, still seething. This could not get any worse. "I shall be out of my room in half an hour." And he stormed into his old room, which was a weird thing to call it since he just got it that day. And he wasn't as awake as he wanted to be. Within that half an hour, he pulled down the three posters he had, put everything back in the packs he brought, stuffed his medical bag full of crap again - including the one 20 pound dumbbell his mom told him to bring - and grumbled as he approached his new room. He would probably be rooming with one of his teammates, and he wasn't thrilled with that. He found the room and knocked, the new cigarette in his mouth the only good thing he had since training. Knowing that it was probably a dude, he opened the door, saying " If you expect that I'm going to be fine with this, I'm - " He paused, dumb struck. Sitting on the bed..
Was Lan.

The cigarette fell out of his mouth, and fell to the floor. It could have done some damage, but he stomped on it while saying "You have got to be kidding me."