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Post by Robin on Sept 15, 2009 19:30:00 GMT -5
ooc || oh look, I started a thread at the tower, yay me. : D Figured it was about time the home of the Teen Titans was brought in.
This could not be happening.
Letting out a loud grunt, Robin dug his fingers into his arms and bit his lip to refrain from saying anything rash. Blue eyes under the mask narrowed slightly as the lights of the computer illuminated his form before the eyes turned away to glare towards the ceiling. He should have known better then to think of not saving his progress on his training but here he was again – staring at a blank screen with no file. Chewing on his lip for a moment he finally pushed himself away from the keyboard before standing up with a sigh.
He really couldn’t believe he had been so stupid.
It seemed he kept making these mistakes recently and it was probably because of his tense behavior. He really couldn’t help it though, honestly. He was having a hard time concentrating on certain things with Slade constantly on his mind. Sure, he hadn’t seen the man recently but it was driving him crazy when he should have been happy Slade wasn’t around. Another sigh escaped him as he made his way across the room and collapsed face-first onto the couch with his face hidden in the cushions in a feeble effort to hide himself from the problems he was facing as of now.
“Stupid, I can’t believe I didn’t save that file.” Robin muttered under his breath for a moment as he placed his hands on the side of his head and bunched his fingers into his hair with a loud groan of dismay. Robin normally held back his disgust or disappointment at himself but as of now he was practically screaming at himself mentally for not saving it. He shifted on the couch and rolled onto his back before staring up at the ceiling. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and brushed an ebony bang from his eyes as he tried to focus on the ceiling tiles in an attempt to calm himself down.
Everyone makes mistakes.
You’re only human, boy wonder.
Those are two solid facts but the only problem was that he wasn’t supposed to make mistakes; he was the leader, the protector, the one who supplied hope and the one who was supposed to let everyone know that he was there for them. A single mistake, one small fault, and it would be ruined. He couldn’t let that happen. Without warning he jumped up and made his way back to the computer – planting himself back in the chair and began retyping the eight page file he had lost. Hopefully, he would finish before nightfall, but knowing his luck someone was bound to come in.
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