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exsiliumlogs2013-07-09 05:14 pm
sithiche) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-07-09 05:14 pm
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Date & Time: July 9th, morning-ish
Location: Room 606
Characters: Artemis, Adrasteius, and Kirian
Summary: Some pointy-eared assholes have to live together.
Warnings: Potty mouths and yelling.
Artemis hadn't slept in four days. Not that he did a lot of that on an average given day; it was hardly something he needed in the first place. But it helped him relax and clear his mind, not to mention that it kept the days from blurring together, so he was in the habit of getting in a solid two hours per night. The first couple nights after his arrival had been fairly restless, and eventually he had just given up on trying.
First it was the constant, unignorable reminder deep in his bones that the environment of this world was polluted and corrupted beyond repair. And then came the dark murmurs in the back of his head-- as though he hadn't had enough of those already. He doubted that any dreams that might occur would be very pleasant even if he did manage to get some sleep.
Needless to say, he was a bit on-edge as he rifled about the kitchen, studying the contents of the refrigerator for what must have been the fifth time in the last hour, before settling for refilling a cup of coffee instead, before making his way to the nearest window to blankly stare out at the bleak cityscape.
Location: Room 606
Characters: Artemis, Adrasteius, and Kirian
Summary: Some pointy-eared assholes have to live together.
Warnings: Potty mouths and yelling.
Artemis hadn't slept in four days. Not that he did a lot of that on an average given day; it was hardly something he needed in the first place. But it helped him relax and clear his mind, not to mention that it kept the days from blurring together, so he was in the habit of getting in a solid two hours per night. The first couple nights after his arrival had been fairly restless, and eventually he had just given up on trying.
First it was the constant, unignorable reminder deep in his bones that the environment of this world was polluted and corrupted beyond repair. And then came the dark murmurs in the back of his head-- as though he hadn't had enough of those already. He doubted that any dreams that might occur would be very pleasant even if he did manage to get some sleep.
Needless to say, he was a bit on-edge as he rifled about the kitchen, studying the contents of the refrigerator for what must have been the fifth time in the last hour, before settling for refilling a cup of coffee instead, before making his way to the nearest window to blankly stare out at the bleak cityscape.
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He sighed, moving to take a seat in a chair nearby.
"I don't take particular enjoyment from watching people destroy themselves. People I bear no grudges against, anyway."