Lockon Stratos (Neil Dylandy) (stratos1) wrote in marinanova, @ 2015-07-03 09:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | artemis crock, neil dylandy, spencer reid |
[action | open | day 330 ]
[ Neil had been holding up fine. He'd been slowly getting used to the thought that what life he had, it was going to be spent in a virtual reality. A virtual reality prison. After all, Tieria was here. And a chance to reconnect with Lyle. It wasn't bad, not bad at all.
But then he'd gone to the shooting range. He didn't have that many skills, and he figured that he could at least keep up with the ones he had.
Within three shots, he'd remembered, though. Not being able to aim properly. Hurting all over. Al-Saachez getting in from his blind spot. Everything.
Only the force of habit made him put away the gun properly. Then he mostly stumbled into one of the dimmer places, slumping against the wall, gloved fingers digging into his hair. He kept telling himself that he was being stupid, that it was nothing, that he was going to be fine. The thought of coming out, of talking to anyone, of trying to smile and act natural, it was simply too much. He was too stuck in reliving his last minutes. Over and over again.