They should form some kind of support group for people with chronic nightmares or something. I feel like I should write a letter to someone but I'm too tired to, and in all honesty I really don't care that much.
Don't so much mind the cooped up thing anymore...it seems safer... somehow... mildly.
Drinking only makes it worse. My brother did that when we first moved out of New York. It doesn't help.
Uh...well... *reaches a hand up to rub at the back of his neck, not really looking at her but more focusing off somewhere else* We were kind of in Manhattan when... well...I'm sure you watch the news.
What didn't happen to New York? *He said glancing off a bit again.* I'm not even sure if you'd believe me if I told you. I mean...I still don't believe it.
You can talk about it if you want. I'm probably horrible help... but I'm good at listening.
Yes though it's looking more and more permanent. Maybe my final resting place.
*arches brow, tilts head* Did it blow up?
Trust me, half of the shit...you wouldn't believe. The stuff about the man...it's complicated. I don't know...he's just very frustrating. Then there is this other man trying to get me away. *shrugs* Ever feel like you're torn apart by two different people?
In that case, hopefully you like it. And feel lucky you were there.
Something like that. There was this....monster. Huge. It found the city. It completely destroyed it. The military came, it was like the city became a fucking battleground. There is barely anything left standing at this point.
I'm sure I'd believe anything at this point. I have before yes.
*looks at him quietly* Wow. That must have been crazy.
That's basically where I am. The one man is...actually I'm not sure what either man is to me. The one is the closest I've had to a friend, hell even a father figure but there is times....I'm not so sure. The other man wants me merely as a possession but sometimes I see glimpses of something underneath. But he keeps me at arms length which is frustrating but fine with me too.
The second one doesn't sound very healthy. A possession...thats not right. People aren't possessions. I'm sorry, I just think that is extremely messed up.
Were a lot of people....hurt? *not sure she wants to know*
Yeah, it's not but then again him and I aren't very...normal people.
The thing is that we understand each other in a lot of ways though he never wants to admit it. We've both been...damaged but he doesn't care. I learn not to. I don't want to care but somehow I'm there when he...not going to say needs me there but when he doesn't realize that it's better that I am. Course I haven't actually seen him since before Christmas and he kind of got mad at me for it but I thought we were done from out last talk.
Yeah. A lot of people died. They tried to evacuate the city but that thing.... it destroyed everything in its path. It was...eating people. I thought my brother was dead for the longest time but we finally met up at the evacuation site. I still can't believe it happened.
Definitely seems like he is not the type to open up. Sorry, but I have to call him stupid from my own experience. The girl that I loved...love, it took me up until right before she died to tell her I love her. He seems stubborn. If he cares about you at all, I really hope he gets a clue. Or you should knock one into him.
Wow. I'm...I'm really sorry you had to go through that. *touches his arm* Shit, no wonder you can't sleep. Did they kill the thing?
*laughs a little at that* I don't think he'd ever say it and I wouldn't ask him too. It's not about love, I'm not sure we could love anyone or each other. Maybe we could get close with each other but...it's more about understanding and the silent stuff that goes on. Maybe in some ways we find those things in each other that we can't find in other people. Maybe it's not that at all. Could just be a need, plain and simple.
Yeah, I don't really sleep. Couple hours here and there. Only time I really sleep.....
*dramatically throws a forearm over his eyes* It's too horrible to think about! I can't talk about it! You're lookin' at a tortured soul, babes. Literally.
*snaps his fingers without moving from his pose. A flyer appears in her hand advertising 'Betelgeuse, Betelgeuse, Betelgeuse: The Netherworld's leading Bio-Exorcist'*
*looks down at the flyer, blinking* So I just....what? *reads it over* Betelgeuse, Betelgeuse, Betelgeuse: The Netherworld's leading Bio-Exorcist? *glances up* Netherworld?
*lifts his arm, peeking at her from behind the cuff, grinning wildly* Too easy. *wind starts to pick up, thunder rumbling suddenly from nowhere. Flyer blows from her hand, accompanied by a dramatic flash of lightning. As suddenly as it begins, it stops and he appears, full-formed and solid, by her side*
Babes! *grabs her and tilts her back, kissing her fully on the mouth*
ooc: *facepalm* Sorry about this. He's ... physical.
*blinks at him, takes a step back as the thunder rumbles and she jumps at the lightning....has never been a big fan of storms* What the....
*turns to look at him, her eyes wide before suddenly she is being kissed. Lets out a muffled squeak and starts slapping at his shoulder to push herself away* Hey hey!
*drops her unceremoniously and straightens his jacket, snapping his neck to the side. Cracks satisfyingly* Man, does it feel good to be out of there! *grins at her, arms open, threatening to hug her* And I've got you to thank, babes! You're officially my number one gal!
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Are you alright?
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Some nights.
You?
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Some nights...
mainly the nights I don't sleep.
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I agree with you there. I thought about taking up drinking but...not a big fan of the booze either.
So what has you up at night?
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Guess I'll just have to suffer through it.
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Drinking only makes it worse. My brother did that when we first moved out of New York. It doesn't help.
Uh...well... *reaches a hand up to rub at the back of his neck, not really looking at her but more focusing off somewhere else* We were kind of in Manhattan when... well...I'm sure you watch the news.
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I was raised by alcoholics, I know it really doesn't. *shrugs*
No. I've been....elsewhere.
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Probably should steer clear of it then. Definitely.
Ah... you don't live in New York do you?
By the way...what is it keeping you up? If I can ask.
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I did yes. Why? What happened to New York?
*looks at him for a moment*
Past things. Present issues. A man.
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What didn't happen to New York? *He said glancing off a bit again.* I'm not even sure if you'd believe me if I told you. I mean...I still don't believe it.
You can talk about it if you want. I'm probably horrible help... but I'm good at listening.
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*arches brow, tilts head* Did it blow up?
Trust me, half of the shit...you wouldn't believe. The stuff about the man...it's complicated. I don't know...he's just very frustrating. Then there is this other man trying to get me away. *shrugs* Ever feel like you're torn apart by two different people?
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Something like that. There was this....monster. Huge. It found the city. It completely destroyed it. The military came, it was like the city became a fucking battleground. There is barely anything left standing at this point.
I'm sure I'd believe anything at this point. I have before yes.
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*looks at him quietly* Wow. That must have been crazy.
That's basically where I am. The one man is...actually I'm not sure what either man is to me. The one is the closest I've had to a friend, hell even a father figure but there is times....I'm not so sure. The other man wants me merely as a possession but sometimes I see glimpses of something underneath. But he keeps me at arms length which is frustrating but fine with me too.
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The second one doesn't sound very healthy. A possession...thats not right. People aren't possessions. I'm sorry, I just think that is extremely messed up.
*locked to Rob*
Yeah, it's not but then again him and I aren't very...normal people.
The thing is that we understand each other in a lot of ways though he never wants to admit it. We've both been...damaged but he doesn't care. I learn not to. I don't want to care but somehow I'm there when he...not going to say needs me there but when he doesn't realize that it's better that I am. Course I haven't actually seen him since before Christmas and he kind of got mad at me for it but I thought we were done from out last talk.
Wow, sorry.
I must be tired, I'm not usually very babbly.
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Definitely seems like he is not the type to open up. Sorry, but I have to call him stupid from my own experience. The girl that I loved...love, it took me up until right before she died to tell her I love her. He seems stubborn. If he cares about you at all, I really hope he gets a clue. Or you should knock one into him.
Not a problem. Its 4am all is excused.
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*laughs a little at that* I don't think he'd ever say it and I wouldn't ask him too. It's not about love, I'm not sure we could love anyone or each other. Maybe we could get close with each other but...it's more about understanding and the silent stuff that goes on. Maybe in some ways we find those things in each other that we can't find in other people. Maybe it's not that at all. Could just be a need, plain and simple.
Yeah, I don't really sleep. Couple hours here and there. Only time I really sleep.....
*frowns*
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ooc: XD Tim Burton's a genius, without a doubt.
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Babes! *grabs her and tilts her back, kissing her fully on the mouth*
ooc: *facepalm* Sorry about this. He's ... physical.
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*turns to look at him, her eyes wide before suddenly she is being kissed. Lets out a muffled squeak and starts slapping at his shoulder to push herself away* Hey hey!
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