Oliver Wood (olliewood_) wrote in initiative_logs, @ 2020-06-25 21:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: casey summers, char: oliver wood |
Who: Oliver and Casey (maybe others later?)
What: Casey is investigating a dead woman in Oliver's bed
Where: Oliver's flat
When: Thursday afternoon, 06/25
Rating: Probably medium since, you know, dead people and bad words
Oliver sat frozen in place on his couch. Everything around him felt completely alien as he tried to write out the words from his journal to Casey. The Oliver who had written the frantic ward to his friends - could he still call them friends? - felt no longer felt like the him sitting down while a young woman he knew intimately lay strangled to death in his bed.
I went for a run the quill felt clumsy in his hand. Scratch. I started my morning like I always do scratch.
"Fuck sake." Oliver bellowed, launching the ink well at his off white walls, leaving a violent splatter directly next to the fireplace. His hands immediately raked through his hair before gripping the sides of the couch cushion. He had to get a grip. He had to. What would people think?
What would they think?
Oliver blanched at the thought and for a moment briefly wondered if his heart had stopped. He couldn't look out of control. No.. He had to get it together.
Rummaging through the small drawer next to the couch he fished out another ink well and set to matching the words that floated to the top of his panicked brain.
Went for a morning run and afternoon extended yoga in the park followed by another run.
It was true.
Came home. Nothing seemed out of order. Wards were in place. Flat undisturbed.
Also true.Went to showe went to grab a change of clothes. Entered bedroom and saw an unknown woman in the bed. Oliver paused and bit hard on his lower lip. He had known her. He'd also callously tossed her aside when she had become too much.
Fuck. Why now? Was this a warning? If so from who?