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Lockon Stratos (Neil Dylandy) ([info]stratos1) wrote in [info]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.



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[info]thisiscalm
2015-09-11 08:53 pm UTC (link)
Sure. Take your time. Just remember that you're not the only one stuck here.

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[info]stratos1
2015-09-11 09:01 pm UTC (link)
True.

Hey, Reid? Have you been hurt bad enough that you couldn't... do your job?

[ Neil points at his eyepatch, to clarify the kind of injury he means. ]

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[info]thisiscalm
2015-09-11 09:07 pm UTC (link)
[ Ah. Well... ]

...Temporarily. Nothing permanent. [ Gunshot wounds, twice. Anthrax. Addiction. A few things that required a psych eval. ]

Why?

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[info]stratos1
2015-09-12 09:35 am UTC (link)
It's why I...

[ Shrug. Vague wave towards the to-the-side corner Neil still is mostly in. ]

Just so you don't wonder. That's why I needed to get away from the actual shooting range area.

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[info]thisiscalm
2015-09-12 06:34 pm UTC (link)
[ He nods. Without too much context to go on, he's not sure what to take from this but guesses it's a psychological injury rather than a physical that's bothering him. Those usually last longer. He brushes his fingers against his right arm, absently touching the still relatively fresh scar. ]

How badly does it bother you?

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