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exsiliumlogs2012-02-29 05:07 am
curepotion) wrote in exsiliumlogs2012-02-29 05:07 am
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"sooner or later, i swear; we're gonna make it."
Date & Time: Very early morning, 2/28
Location: Apartment lobby; kitchenette
Characters: Riku and John Watson
Summary: Nightmares are, quite frankly, a horrible thing to go through. But, most soldiers do suffer them. Plus, microchips, damn those microchips. It's okay, though--we can have a cuppa.
Warnings: Possible blood because chip removal! Also, maybe talks of fighting. Subject to change.
[ the past few days, he hadn't been able to sleep. really, ever since he arrived, he hadn't been able to sleep.
... alright, really, ever since he had been infected with Darkness, when that power thrummed through his body, he found it hard to sleep as it conspired to completely tear him apart from the inside. not just physically, but mentally. fighting his inner demon day in and day out was an incredible chore that, while it sharpened his mental defenses, made him tired. he wasn't sure how to sleep normally anymore. he remembered reading a book once that said normal sleep, way back then, was usually interrupted by an hour or so. with that small bit of information, he found some solace in the way he woke up screaming from nightmares of not only himself being torn apart, but himself, possessed, hurting everyone he cared about.
usually, he could stay in his room and console himself by staying awake for a few hours, reading or working on maintaining a good form with his spells, or sometimes just obsessively washing dishes, something mindless. no matter how much he washed, he couldn't find something that would tear his mind off of his dark thoughts. he went for a walk instead, hopeful that the crisp air would help.
it didn't. so he just retired to the kitchenette, and, too tired to go back upstairs, washed a cup he'd found nearby, silent, dressed in too-large pajamas, hair still mussed and a mess from tossing and turning. he brought a hand up to rub at the mark on his face from the sheets before he looked down at his red hands. he distinctly wondered if that chip in his back was giving him worse nightmares somehow.
Riku sighed and set the mug down carefully as he crossed his arms at the edge of the sink and rested his forehead against them. ]
Location: Apartment lobby; kitchenette
Characters: Riku and John Watson
Summary: Nightmares are, quite frankly, a horrible thing to go through. But, most soldiers do suffer them. Plus, microchips, damn those microchips. It's okay, though--we can have a cuppa.
Warnings: Possible blood because chip removal! Also, maybe talks of fighting. Subject to change.
[ the past few days, he hadn't been able to sleep. really, ever since he arrived, he hadn't been able to sleep.
... alright, really, ever since he had been infected with Darkness, when that power thrummed through his body, he found it hard to sleep as it conspired to completely tear him apart from the inside. not just physically, but mentally. fighting his inner demon day in and day out was an incredible chore that, while it sharpened his mental defenses, made him tired. he wasn't sure how to sleep normally anymore. he remembered reading a book once that said normal sleep, way back then, was usually interrupted by an hour or so. with that small bit of information, he found some solace in the way he woke up screaming from nightmares of not only himself being torn apart, but himself, possessed, hurting everyone he cared about.
usually, he could stay in his room and console himself by staying awake for a few hours, reading or working on maintaining a good form with his spells, or sometimes just obsessively washing dishes, something mindless. no matter how much he washed, he couldn't find something that would tear his mind off of his dark thoughts. he went for a walk instead, hopeful that the crisp air would help.
it didn't. so he just retired to the kitchenette, and, too tired to go back upstairs, washed a cup he'd found nearby, silent, dressed in too-large pajamas, hair still mussed and a mess from tossing and turning. he brought a hand up to rub at the mark on his face from the sheets before he looked down at his red hands. he distinctly wondered if that chip in his back was giving him worse nightmares somehow.
Riku sighed and set the mug down carefully as he crossed his arms at the edge of the sink and rested his forehead against them. ]
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Of course. I've gone through a lot of training and schooling to get where I am. [read: you can trust me on this.]
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Okay. Yeah.
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after does he start heading towards the clinic which should only take few minutes of a walk.]