fade_in_on_mark (fade_in_on_mark) wrote in the_tardis_trap, @ 2014-02-20 22:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | axel higgs : airman3rdclass, mark cohen : fade-in-on-mark |
Who: Mark Cohen and open
What: entrance
When: Now
Where: The gardens
Rating: TBD (he's not wearing pants, though!)
Mark hated Buzzline. He hated every second of it, still felt like he'd sold out. He'd come home every evening, intending to get something done with his own footage but end up staring into space, completely uninspired and without any motivation.
He missed Angel. And the loft seemed so empty without Roger. Mimi had checked in and out of rehab, and he hadn’t heard from Benny since he’d come looking for her. Collins was around, but would sometimes disappear for days on end. He’d come back, and each time he looked more rested, a bit better. Mark hadn’t seen him in a day or two. Maureen and Joanne were back together, which meant he only saw them briefly and individually - usually after an argument, to complain to him about the other.
He sighed and poured himself some coffee. It was strong, and bitter, but he didn’t add anything to it. He'd started to undress when he came in - he'd got his coat off, and his pants, but he still had his scarf on. He picked up the bag containing his camera and moved across the room. The sofa was covered in his equipment, so he pushed the dishes to one end of the long table and sat on the edge. He lay back, feet dangling off the end, and stared at the ceiling as the coffee cooled in his hand.
He closed his eyes for a second, no more, but when he opened them the light was blinding. He was... outside. In some kind of park. He sat up with a start and winced as he spilled coffee over his legs - shit! He wasn't wearing pants. He glanced around in a panic, wondering where he was and how he'd got here. Was he dreaming?