Luckily his resting bitch face was such that whether he was a happy camper or not his expression was usually the same. He had little recollection of how long it had been since he woke on the beach, assessed his situation and then headed up towards the town.
His right hand worried the empty holster on his hip. Part of assessing his situation had included finding himself completely disarmed. Service weapon, back-up weapon, knife. All gone. Some people might be concerned about these circumstances, particularly as Tim remembered carrying all of the above, plus his beloved rifle at the time things went ... fuzzy. But mostly he was pissed.
Tim had learned early on in life that when you found yourself being afraid it was better to get pissed off instead. He inwardly joked that he was the walking embodiment of better to be pissed off then pissed on.
He found himself in the middle of town at the bulletin board, staring at the notes and the creepy eye.
"What is this shit," he said in a flat tone. "'Cross words'? That's worse than Art's goddamn foot puns."
Tim Gutterson | Justified | cw: Tim's language
Tim was not a happy camper.
Luckily his resting bitch face was such that whether he was a happy camper or not his expression was usually the same. He had little recollection of how long it had been since he woke on the beach, assessed his situation and then headed up towards the town.
His right hand worried the empty holster on his hip. Part of assessing his situation had included finding himself completely disarmed. Service weapon, back-up weapon, knife. All gone. Some people might be concerned about these circumstances, particularly as Tim remembered carrying all of the above, plus his beloved rifle at the time things went ... fuzzy. But mostly he was pissed.
Tim had learned early on in life that when you found yourself being afraid it was better to get pissed off instead. He inwardly joked that he was the walking embodiment of better to be pissed off then pissed on.
He found himself in the middle of town at the bulletin board, staring at the notes and the creepy eye.
"What is this shit," he said in a flat tone. "'Cross words'? That's worse than Art's goddamn foot puns."