Aidan J. Reilly (redclayheroics) wrote in marinanova, @ 2013-03-05 01:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | aidan reilly, dirk strider, euphemia li britannia, helix wamtani, lacus clyne, momo mizrahi, piter de vries, puck, sam merlotte, sougo okita, yuuri shibuya |
209 // audio & action // open
[ Action, early morning. Closed to Helix ]
[ You'd think it was a dream. A remnant of the magical events that took place earlier that day. An echo, a false memory, your brain processing information in the most vivid way it could possibly think of but when Aidan wakes that morning he instinctively knows it wasn't a dream. He's not sure why, just like he's not entirely sure of where he is but it couldn't be a dream and as he scrambles out of bed to find the bathroom he damn near topples over as ten months worth of memories flood his brain.
Minutes later, when his stomach is empty and cold water cling to his eyelashes, he'll get the only evidence he'll ever need that it wasn't a dream. His fingers shake as he looks at himself in the mirror, reaches up to brush through what was long, messy locks but is now of a neat porcupine-prickly length. An inch, maybe a little more and he can so vividly remember what it felt like when it was short-short to the scalp. Like a monkey ready to be shot into space.
His knuckles whiten as he grips the sink tightly. What the hell..? ]
[ Audio, noon. Open. ]
Hey. [ A familiar southern drawl comes through on the network. Raspy and unsure, like he's not quite sure what to say. ] Th' thing that happened yesterday... did that stick with anyone else? I mean... like a dream or... somethin'.
[ Not quite ready to accept the truth just yet. He could use some reassurance. ]
[ Action, late evening. Open. ]
[ Some days, bad life decisions need to be made. Today is one of those days and that is why Aidan's making his way to Merlotte's for a drink. Several, actually and he knows he shouldn't in the state he's in but he needs to. Just to take the edge off. Just to numb off a little. He's not really interested in talking to anyone (except maybe Sam) but he's also not going to turn anyone away who chats him up.
Hand absently brushing through his short-cropped hair — a standard issue buzzcut that was left to grow — he takes a seat at the far side of the bar. ]
((ooc: canon update is go! You can read up on what he's been going through here since... well. OC. ))