http://h-emmerich.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] h-emmerich.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fissionmailed2011-01-17 04:58 am
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An Unemployed Nerd Enters....

[ Hal Emmerich just lost his job at the FBI. People generally don't like you much if you hack into their central database. Especially the government. Now he's got a bad reputation and no one will talk to him about jobs. He's starting to run out of money for rent and he turned the heat off to save on money to keep his internet. The internet is more important then being warm, after all! ]

[ He goes out for a walk to clear his head and suddenly ends up in a place that he wasn't intending to go. This place is a bit odd, but it sure beats his apartment. ]

So, are you new or is this a new character? ^^

[identity profile] thelastbetrayal.livejournal.com 2011-01-18 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
Not good enough of an answer.

[Papa Emmerich tightens his grip.]

Try again.

Oh! Right! Welcome back. :3

[identity profile] thelastbetrayal.livejournal.com 2011-01-18 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
[The doctor's body stiffens, very surprised by the hug. He turns his head away - Huey isn't quite ready to forgive his son just yet. For him, it was only two days ago he was drowning in that pool. His hatred is still very fresh.]

Hal, stop hugging me this instant!

[Emmerich doesn't move, hoping the angered tone in his voice is enough to make Hal obedient enough to move.]

No problem! You were doing lovely last time but I look forward to your new work as well. x3

[identity profile] thelastbetrayal.livejournal.com 2011-01-18 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
I'll talk to Julie when I see her.

Now let me go!

[Huey sticks his hands on Hal's upper chest and attempts to push him away. This isn't what he wants right now.]

NP. Yup. Aqua here.

[identity profile] thelastbetrayal.livejournal.com 2011-01-18 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
... Whatever. [He backs up his chair then begins to roll away in the opposite direction down the hall.]

Oh my. Thank you. ://3

[identity profile] thelastbetrayal.livejournal.com 2011-01-18 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
[His wheelchair comes to a halt but his stare remains looking away from his son.]

What is it?

[The man's hands curl on the armrests.]

[identity profile] thelastbetrayal.livejournal.com 2011-01-18 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
[Huey pauses for an unnervingly long time then his lips finally form his answer.]

When you can explain your actions to me, I'll explain mine.

[Emmerich looks towards his son once again, his eyes reflecting his seriousness.]

[identity profile] thelastbetrayal.livejournal.com 2011-01-18 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
[The man's fist bangs on the top of his wheelchair.]

Damn it, Hal, give me a real answer! Hormones alone don't move your legs or your dick, for that matter!

What? Who else's life did it possibly ruin? Don't you dare say you're referring to your own!

Want me to send all my Emmerichs into it? ^^

[identity profile] thelastbetrayal.livejournal.com 2011-01-18 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
... No. Its not. [He tears his face away again.] Do you have anything else you want to ask me?

[If not, the man's going to leave.]

Sweet. See you there!

[identity profile] thelastbetrayal.livejournal.com 2011-01-18 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
Goodbye. [And Dr. Emmerich wheels away again, really wanting a smoke.]