tobias kelly (hidingfromview) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2017-11-17 10:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 099, lana, tobias |
Who: Tobias and Lana
When: Around 8:45am
Where: Kitchen
Tobias did not like waking up in a different room than where he'd fallen asleep. He knew he should have been used to it by now, but he wasn't. This morning seemed to be worse than any other time, because he'd been in the throes of a nightmare, and jerking awake in an unfamiliar place sent a surge of panic through him. Drenched in sweat and trying to deal with a new environment had been hard enough. Dealing with the fact that there seemed to be people crowding the block below was worse, because he couldn't get the windows to open. He couldn't even get the windows to break. He hadn't been returned home, because this wasn't home. He had been returned to civilization, sure, but not really. This was just a tease. More torture. He had sat in the corner of the room with his knees drawn up, not caring that They could see him cry.
He had no idea how long he sat there for, but eventually the tears stopped and his body was ready for more sleep. It sounded like a fine idea, really, but Tobias knew if he fell back asleep, he'd just have bad dreams again. Dreams where he could see life drain from Simms's eyes, and smell the blood that gushed over his hands before his heart stopped beating and the blood slowed to an ooze. The thought of having to revisit that again prompted Tobias to carefully get to his feet. He padded into the bathroom to take a piss and splash water onto his face. He looked terrible. He hadn't shaved in a few days, so there was stubble along his jaw and neck. His cheeks were splotchy, his eyes were red-rimmed from crying. Tobias hadn't realized how dark the circles under his eyes had gotten.
Tobias turned away from the mirror and wandered back into the room to open the bag he had seen waiting for him. Emotionless, he pulled out his clothes, not surprised that They had packed his things for him. He changed and tossed the damp t-shirt onto his bed before venturing out into the hall. The place was... nice. Of course it wasn't. It looked like a hotel, or one of those swanky apartments in New York City. Which is where he was, since it appeared as though Times Square was below. New Year's Eve, maybe? Probably.
Wiping his hand over his mouth, Tobias walked into the kitchen and headed directly for the coffee machine. Was it too early to make his coffee Irish? Probably. Not that he cared. Because he had no doubt whatsoever that there was a bar somewhere in this place.