Tate Langdon is a monster. (shotbyswat) wrote in vascaptiolog, @ 2013-12-24 22:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | joey mccoy, tate langdon |
WHO: Tate Langdon and Joey McCoy
WHAT: The Experiment
WHEN: Day 44, afternoon
WARNINGS: Strong language
STATUS: Closed, complete
Every inch of his fucking body was screaming in pain when he moved, but his fucking legs, he'd cut them off if he had a sharp object within reach. His gums hurt so much and it didn't seem to make a fucking difference whether or not he spoke or kept quiet, it still felt the same. Sleep was his only reprieve, sleep and he wanted to say Joey because he wanted her there with him even if she wasn't helping. Every time she climbed into the bed it hurt he felt like the joints in his legs were being jammed up with tiny shards of glass and it took everything inside of him not to react to it. He knew that if he did, she'd stop coming and he couldn't have that. He wouldn't let Management have that fucking satisfaction. Tate fought the burning sleep drying out his eyeballs and stared at the dirty museum walls in front of him, realizing for the first time how much he hated the dirty museum walls in front of him. This building was beautiful and now it was covered in shit stains. Tainted. Tate blinked away from the walls and looked up towards the ceiling, not feeling all that angry about it or charged up anymore. In fact, he didn't care at all about the walls. All he wanted was morphine, and valium, and Oxy... fuck, he'd take coke if they had it. Anything...everything. |