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exsiliumlogs2013-02-08 03:04 pm
bratworth) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-02-08 03:04 pm
(semi-closed)
Date & Time: The week spanning February 6th-February 13th.
Location: Edgeworth's apartment (506).
Characters: Edgeworth and any of his CR who might've notified his absence from work/other commitments during this time.
Summary: It's concerning when a workaholic stops turning up to work. Some people decide that it's time to stage an intervention.
Warnings: Ridiculous, ridiculous, levels of self-loathing, probable allusions to depression. Depending on who you are, Edgeworth might not be the most responsive and be a complete butt to interact with. I'M SORRY.
Additional notes: I've already discussed this log with several people, BUT if your character would logically notice that he's not been turning up to work/has just noticed he's been absent in general, and would get concerned/annoyed at him as a result, please do feel free to jump in! If you want to get involved and aren't entirely sure how, hit me up on Plurk or AIM -- we can hopefully sort something out.
Also, I've started in prose (and it so rambly oh god; I just wanted to get the mood-setting out of the way) but feel free to action spam this baby up! I'm cool with whatever in that regard.
Please put date and approx. time in your subject line headers for thread-tracking purposes and consistency's sake!
How long had he been lying in bed for? Time itself seemed to be slipping away as his guilt ate away at him; although he should have given some notice, called into work sick the first day he had failed to turn up, it was not something that he could bring himself to do. As it stood, by the time he had acknowledged that he wasn't going to make it in, it had already felt too late to make his excuses; his absence would have already been noted and commented upon, the people who would scrutinize him for fault would find it easily, with no need for additional assistance.
After reaching that conclusion, there seemed to be little point in it. What point was there in it, really? In anything? That alternate reality Miles Edgeworth that had replaced him for those two weeks at the end of January had achieved as much in that fortnight as he himself had in his entire time in Exsilium; this other Edgeworth, if anything, had kept more meticulous notes, and had seemed far more capable when it came to well... everything.
He wasn't entirely sure what the difference was, between himself and that other man, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to know, truly -- he almost felt as though that knowledge would be the final nail in the coffin; what was there to bother living for if he accepted that no matter how hard he worked, he would never truly be able to live up to that possibility?
As he rolled over onto his side, Edgeworth realized, on some other level, that he was potentially being ridiculous. If he continued to behave in this manner, he would simply be subjecting himself up to mockery. And he certainly knew that if his mentor was here in Exsilium, too, that the esteemed prosecutor would sternly disapprove. After all, if Edgeworth were to give up on his goals now, it would be akin to throwing of all of Mr von Karma's charity back in his face; Edgeworth would be nothing more than a failure. Nothing more than a murderer.
Murderer.
That thought kept dancing on the outskirts of Edgeworth's mind, no matter his determination to push it back out again; it was one that had constantly occupied his nightmares (which had been worse than ever these past few days), and now something that had started to preoccupy his waking moments as well.
Then again, was it truly that unexpected? If he couldn't do something so simple as get up and get on with his day, to continue his life's work (his punishment) in a way that his mentor would've approved of... then this could, would be his new punishment.
It was nothing more than what he deserved.
Location: Edgeworth's apartment (506).
Characters: Edgeworth and any of his CR who might've notified his absence from work/other commitments during this time.
Summary: It's concerning when a workaholic stops turning up to work. Some people decide that it's time to stage an intervention.
Warnings: Ridiculous, ridiculous, levels of self-loathing, probable allusions to depression. Depending on who you are, Edgeworth might not be the most responsive and be a complete butt to interact with. I'M SORRY.
Additional notes: I've already discussed this log with several people, BUT if your character would logically notice that he's not been turning up to work/has just noticed he's been absent in general, and would get concerned/annoyed at him as a result, please do feel free to jump in! If you want to get involved and aren't entirely sure how, hit me up on Plurk or AIM -- we can hopefully sort something out.
Also, I've started in prose (and it so rambly oh god; I just wanted to get the mood-setting out of the way) but feel free to action spam this baby up! I'm cool with whatever in that regard.
Please put date and approx. time in your subject line headers for thread-tracking purposes and consistency's sake!
How long had he been lying in bed for? Time itself seemed to be slipping away as his guilt ate away at him; although he should have given some notice, called into work sick the first day he had failed to turn up, it was not something that he could bring himself to do. As it stood, by the time he had acknowledged that he wasn't going to make it in, it had already felt too late to make his excuses; his absence would have already been noted and commented upon, the people who would scrutinize him for fault would find it easily, with no need for additional assistance.
After reaching that conclusion, there seemed to be little point in it. What point was there in it, really? In anything? That alternate reality Miles Edgeworth that had replaced him for those two weeks at the end of January had achieved as much in that fortnight as he himself had in his entire time in Exsilium; this other Edgeworth, if anything, had kept more meticulous notes, and had seemed far more capable when it came to well... everything.
He wasn't entirely sure what the difference was, between himself and that other man, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to know, truly -- he almost felt as though that knowledge would be the final nail in the coffin; what was there to bother living for if he accepted that no matter how hard he worked, he would never truly be able to live up to that possibility?
As he rolled over onto his side, Edgeworth realized, on some other level, that he was potentially being ridiculous. If he continued to behave in this manner, he would simply be subjecting himself up to mockery. And he certainly knew that if his mentor was here in Exsilium, too, that the esteemed prosecutor would sternly disapprove. After all, if Edgeworth were to give up on his goals now, it would be akin to throwing of all of Mr von Karma's charity back in his face; Edgeworth would be nothing more than a failure. Nothing more than a murderer.
Murderer.
That thought kept dancing on the outskirts of Edgeworth's mind, no matter his determination to push it back out again; it was one that had constantly occupied his nightmares (which had been worse than ever these past few days), and now something that had started to preoccupy his waking moments as well.
Then again, was it truly that unexpected? If he couldn't do something so simple as get up and get on with his day, to continue his life's work (his punishment) in a way that his mentor would've approved of... then this could, would be his new punishment.
It was nothing more than what he deserved.