Who: Needy Lesnicki and OPEN What: Needy is another one that can't sleep, but she hasn't been talking about it like others have been. When: Evening, August 2nd. Where: The gym in the apartments. Rating: Probably pretty low. Needy curses, but I don't know if she's even up for that right now.
Needy was one of the many in the building that hadn't been able to sleep well, but at least she hadn't been up constantly. The problem was that she couldn't ever stay asleep for more than a half hour at a time, and when she woke up she knew she wouldn't be able to get back to sleep any time soon anyway. Over the past few days she had downed countless energy drinks-enough that she almost expected to get a Monster Membership Card, but that would actually be kind of funny considering her demon powers-to try and keep herself going between the naps, she had hovered over some of the bedridden people-especially Cal and Andrea-and drove Buffy nuts with her constant asking if she could do anything to help.
Finally she resigned herself to heading to the gym. There were punching bags in there and she really wouldn't mind hitting things just then. It was a good way to take out her aggression, the only problem is that she had to try to remember not to try and knock the bag off it's chain. But she had been tortured enough to have so much aggression.
Before Alastair she had a different kind of torture. The kind that came with knowing her best friend was possessed by a demon she couldn't just exorcise, and that the demon was killing and eating other people she knew. Like her friend Collin. And Jennifer had tried to eat Needy's boyfriend, Chip, but Needy had gotten there in time to stop that. Instead, Chip had died in her arms thanks to what Jennifer had done to him. And then Needy had to kill her best friend in the world, the person she cared the most about.
Yeah. She had been tortured long before Alastair got to her. Now she just had more cracks to hide, and she wasn't sure how she was going to do it.
Needy didn't look good as she hit the bag. There were dark circles under her eyes and her skin was even paler than usual, plus she hadn't even bothered putting on a shirt that hid the bite that never seemed to want to heal, the one that Jennifer had given her. The tank top was comfortable though. She needed sleep, but that wasn't happening. She was too tired of hearing screams and seeing blood when she closed her eyes.