Nick Cutler (history_maker) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2012-10-31 22:24:00 |
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Current music: | Elbow - Can't Stop |
Entry tags: | !closed, !plot |
Can't stop thinking, I won't stop drinking..
Who: Nick Cutler, Grey White and John Mitchell.
Where: The vampires' temporary apartment.
What: Cutler gets sick of withdrawal, knocks Mitchell out and begs Grey for her wonderful blood. Mitchell wakes up at some point.
When: Backdated slightly to Tuesday evening.
Rating: Mid? Blood and no doubt language.
Open: No.
Status: Ongoing.
Blood withdrawal wasn't easy at the best of times and Cutler could not think of a worse situation in which to be going through it than whilst magically tethered to Mitchell. He'd known how this was going to go. Mitchell wouldn't have any of his dependence and he'd be the one to suffer. He'd been right on track the other night and not long after Annie's departure things had gone predictably south. The tremors he'd been trying to hold had become the full blown shakes. The uncontrollable kind that brought feverish symptoms along with them, which didn't make much sense when you were dead. Then there were the cramps and other generally unpleasant things. Eating was not something he was bothering to do. Sleeping either. If there was one positive to come out of that though, it was that he was fairly certain Mitchell wasn't getting much sleep either. Cutler was at the end of his tether though. Beyond it, with Mitchell's presence factored in. Though unfortunately not beyond the magical one. He'd had enough of the looks, the occasional remark and the other vampire's presence in general. So what had begun as almost a joke of a thought had, in fact, eventuated. Cutler's desperation had seen him clock Mitchell over the head with his laptop. More than once. To be sure. He'd then texted Grey with his plea. He had no vodka for her, but at this point he'd do just about anything. He probably owed her more than one favour by now anyway. And if he didn't, he certainly would. He moved Mitchell onto the couch so that he at least looked somewhat comfortable. Cutler tried to settle into a chair himself, but he was too twitchy. He looked like hell and no doubt felt worse than it. No food, no sleep, no blood. His clothes were wrinkled and he looked, quite frankly, a little bit dead. If he'd found himself in a similar situation minus the cord, he would have tried to pull himself together a little more and most definitely changed his clothes. But he wasn't. So embracing it was about all he could do at this point. |