splitbrain (splitbrain) wrote in oblivion_rp, @ 2010-02-08 02:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-12-27, danny, delia |
Take a Deep Breath
Who: Danny and Delia
When: 6PM
Where: Delia's room
What: A bag of photographs.
Danny was unsurprised that he spent the rest of the day sitting on the deck staring the ocean, face blank, mind anything but. He watched the ocean move by with his back braced against the bulwark of the wall, thumbing his camera on and off but stripped of any compulsion to put the devise to use. He just watched the water through the railing, ignored Bobby’s pages, and was seized temporarily and intensely by a crushing sense of disgust and self hatred. It would pin him to the floor, that feeling – chest constricted to a point of asphyxiation around some obscure focal point of discomfort inside him. Like panic, or hate, or nausea. It was an urgent, crushing feeling that he slowly identified as stress and a sense of pressing helplessness due to the fact that everything he’d worked for during the past years was culminating to this one point.
This one conversation.
His grip on the plastic casing of his camera grew painfully tense. His jaw ached. He waited for the feeling to fade but it didn’t. He breathed, dug the orange tube of out of his shoulder bag and popped one of the pills inside, swallowed it dry and calmed down. Much too soon he felt like the sun fell down the horizon and it was time to go. He left the outer deck and walked down through the ship to the I-deck and down the long empty hallway to room 1029. It was 6 o’clock on the dot. He had to make this work or everything he’d seen would never be resolved, would just sit inside his camera and inside his head and rot. He needed to make this work. He would make this work. He hadn’t come this far to fuck up now.
He knocked on the door and waited for Delia to open.