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Laura Moon (spitandviolets) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2009-02-05 16:23:00

Entry tags:

andy gallagher, complete, day 31, laura moon

Who: Laura Moon and Andy Gallagher
What: Insomnia!
When: Day 31, very late night
Where: Laura's room, C112.
Rating: PG-13 for language and gory details
Status: Complete

If there was one thing that Mirage already knew about Laura, it was that she no longer had any concept of or any care for the concept of time. It had not supplied the undead woman with a clock. It didn't matter. When the sun was down, Laura was active and the rest of the world was not. When the sun was up, well, sometimes she didn't have a choice, and others she debated with herself as to whether or not she should be doing something. Thus, it was very dark, and possibly late or early.

Laura did not remember her own wake and funeral very well. She was not there, exactly. It was a distant memory, like watching herself from across the room. She remembered when her best friend spat on her face, and she remembered the violets. She also remembered the pose in which she'd been put to rest. At the moment, she was practicing it on her bed, bored, as usual, and cold, as usual. Her body was rigid, laying on her back on the plush, black coverlet, arms crossed over her chest, hands folded. Since she did not need to breathe, she was not breathing. Her eyes were closed but she did not sleep. Her hair was fanned out around her. Only the outfit, a pair of jeans and a black tanktop, which made her look even paler than usual, was out of place for a wake.

Having just retired from her computer, she was expecting Andy. When he would arrive, however, was uncertain. Drunk people ran on their own schedule. When she got drunk, when she was alive, she drank a lot. That, in fact, had been the death of her. Literally. Maybe she'd try to brighten Andy's mood with that story. The likelihood that he wanted to hear about her death, however, was probably not high. L was unique in that respect. Still, maybe she'd have another friend, someone else who wouldn't mind that she was dead and cold.

Focusing on the movements of the lights of humans, she managed to zero in on Andy's with only minor difficulty. Rising from the bed as a zombie from the grave, Laura sauntered to the door, opening it just as her guest arrived. She said nothing, holding the door open for him, dark eyes studying his face.

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brain_ninja
2009-02-05 04:14 pm UTC (link)

Maybe it was because he'd opened himself up to Sam and Illyana that he'd felt like it wasn't as much of an escape as it was a distraction from everything. He hadn't told Illyana anything about Rose beforehand even if he'd originally thought he had, so that had made him feel as though he had to explain what had happened, which of course, was the opposite of not thinking about it.

So...he'd gotten drunk. Really drunk. And still, all he could do was stare at his ceiling and hate everything. The booze should've knocked him on his ass and it hadn't. So, now, he was just awake and depressed and angry. Angry with Rose, angry with the Doctor; angry mostly, though, with himself. For buying into the idea that someone like her would've even so much as noticed, much less been interested, in someone like him. He was stupid and now he was suffering the consequence of it.

When hours passed and he still couldn't sleep, but he couldn't stop his mind's gears turning and turning...or, for that matter, the room spinning, he stumbled across the room, retrieved his abandoned journal, and wrote in it, having to scratch out misspelled and sloppy words here and there. He just needed to get it out. It was a bit surprising how fast he'd gotten responses from Laura and a girl named Layla he hadn't met yet. Laura was offering company; Layla, some sort of sleep aid. He'd had enough toxins in his body for the day, he thought, so he went with Laura's offer.

It took a lot of effort (and hanging onto pretty much every wall, railing and just about anything he could along the way) to drag himself out of the building and over to the C resident building where Laura had said she was.

He squinted against the lights in the downstairs foyer and groaned at the way the floor wobbled beneath him. It took a few minutes to rack his brain and remember which room was Laura's and he knocked really softly, in case his memory was failing him.

In the dimness of the second floor hallway outside her room, he waited until the door opened and through beer goggles, she was gorgeous. Great. He didn't remember her being quite as pretty, but he also hadn't been paying much attention at the group activity; he'd been too busy trying to make sure he wasn't making an idiot of himself and falling over on those stupid skates. "Hey," he said dully, offering her a small, somewhat forced smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. She was holding the door open, so, gripping the door frame to keep himself upright, Andy managed to get inside. He didn't bother trying to cross the room, just stood barely inside and held onto the wall for support. "Thanks for the invite..." he slurred lazily.