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[Jan. 4th, 2010|10:10 am] |
*got a message from her sister letting her know she's back in town for a little while* *understands that Lily at least went out to breakfast or something with her mother, so that's progress, anyway*
*is hard at work in the lab (where else, these days?) when she finally gets The Call*
*or The Text, anyway (maybe he's afraid she wouldn't answer the phone? he should be), a short and sweet I miss you...where are you?*
*wraps up her work for the day and rides out to Celegorm's house, where she points out her name on the list to the new guy at the gate and lets herself inside* |
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[Jan. 4th, 2010|03:37 pm] |
*ventures out on a date (the word still sounds awfully strange in his ears but he supposes there's no better one) involving a movie and, afterward, dessert at a quiet, out-of-the-way sort of restaurant (the better to avoid cameras)*
*isn't sure how he feels about this being the fourth or fifth such date with the same guy, when he truly isn't looking, but the company's nice and a...nice way to pass the time is...nice too and clearly he is not thinking at all that things tend to Start exactly when one is not looking*
*...and so he finds himself sitting across a two-top from a very attractive man (one with a head for computers and a mouth for...never mind), drinking a glass of dessert wine and sharing a slice of chocolate cake and wondering how the mandos he ended up here* |
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[Jan. 4th, 2010|07:31 pm] |
*jerks out of a sound sleep, breathing hard, tangled up in chilled, sweaty sheets* *stares blankly at the wall, disoriented for a good five seconds (do the shadows always cast that way?) until a soft noise from behind grounds him back in reality (Doc)*
*lies utterly still, one hand clenched in the pillow under his head, and tries to force his pulse to slow, his breathing to even out* *swallows hard around a surge of despair nausea as images flicker unbidden across his mind's eye, memories and sensation twisted into the same old nightmare; and on some level, yes, he thought he was safe here, away from it all*
*curls up a little (as one does when gutted) and listens to the wind sweeping over the rooftop, staring bleakly at the clock (2:34am... 2:35am... 2:36am)* *not for the first time, wonders if he shouldn't ask Duilien for some of those tranqs* |
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[Jan. 4th, 2010|08:00 pm] |
*is having a really shit day* *a really, really shit day*
*stumbled into his ramshackle TV stand earlier in the afternoon, which sent the whole thing tumbling to the floor and screwed up the TV to where the whole screen's gone a weird yellow shade* *spent twenty minutes hunting around the floor for his momma's necklace (rest her soul or some shit) after the same stumble sent it flying from its usual roost—an old elementary school trophy* *afterward, checked the cabinet for lunch, only to find he'd emptied the last bottle last night*
*would've called off his night shift, but was pretty sure his asshole boss would fire him if he did, so turns up as scheduled (or a few minutes late, whatever)* *storms into the Tradewinds garage and immediately heads out to the reception/customer area to check the day's orders, not because he's feeling productive or anything, but because pissing off the girls up front with his mere presence usually makes him feel a little better* |
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[Jan. 4th, 2010|09:09 pm] |
*heads over to Ecthelion's office late one morning, armed with a few phone messages and a cinammon roll from the break room* *would normally email the messages, and hasn't dared intrude on her boss' brooding space with something so inane as food in several weeks, but has decided that enough is enough* *anyway, Tanya will back her up if things backfire too badly*
*knocks on Ecthelion's door and peeks inside, all hopeful smiles* Sir? Do you have a moment? |
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pensive
weird
pissed off