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beastisbeauty) wrote in
paradisa2013-07-08 10:55 pm
Entry tags:
dictated/action [backdated to sundown on the eighth]
[Bruce is sitting outside, waiting for sunset. It's a calming ritual, usually. He watches the sun go down, meditating and being grateful, hopefully, for another day gone by without an appearance by the Hulk. Today, so far, has been good--no Hulk and the garden is coming along nicely. Bruce leans back, listening to chatter on the journal and occasionally commenting.
Just as the sunset ends, though, Bruce feels the Hulk in his mind grow voraciously strong. Bruce hasn't felt such a lack of control, since the early days...
...
when the Hulk came out at night! Bruce feels his control shred and in moments the Hulk is sitting in his place, but not the green Hulk! The gray one! Hulk hears the chatter from the journal and snarls.]
Stupid, puny humans! HULK WANT QUIET!
Just as the sunset ends, though, Bruce feels the Hulk in his mind grow voraciously strong. Bruce hasn't felt such a lack of control, since the early days...
...
when the Hulk came out at night! Bruce feels his control shred and in moments the Hulk is sitting in his place, but not the green Hulk! The gray one! Hulk hears the chatter from the journal and snarls.]
Stupid, puny humans! HULK WANT QUIET!

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