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discedo_logs2008-07-21 11:13 pm
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Who: Reno, Ocelot
Where: Lab A in the High School
When: After this.
Rating: PG-13?
Summary:Man hugs Bad moods, nicotine withdrawal and a general hate for everything make for good conversation.
the log:
Reno felt like shit. And while that was the general theme for his time in Discedo, today it felt significantly more true than usual. He'd been steadily losing it over the last month or so and fuck if he didn't feel like everything was caving in on him. He wasn't really bothering to check anything over the comms anymore since he didn't want anything to do with anyone anymore, and when he did bother to actively seek conversation, he just didn't have the energy to put into them anymore.
And he was agreeing to help people he barely knew, what the hell was that?
With a soft grunt, he pulled himself up from where he'd been curled up on top of one of the desks, because that was just pitiful and he didn't want to look it, even if he felt it. He gave a sharp hiss at the protests from his ribs, but it was only a problem for the first pang, then it kind of settled into a dull throb and that was manageable, ignorable so long as he didn't make any sudden movements. Even so, the painkillers Ocelot was bringing would be a huge help. If not for his side, for his massive headache.
And he could kinda do with the company too, even if he'd never go so far as to actually say it.
Where: Lab A in the High School
When: After this.
Rating: PG-13?
Summary:
the log:
Reno felt like shit. And while that was the general theme for his time in Discedo, today it felt significantly more true than usual. He'd been steadily losing it over the last month or so and fuck if he didn't feel like everything was caving in on him. He wasn't really bothering to check anything over the comms anymore since he didn't want anything to do with anyone anymore, and when he did bother to actively seek conversation, he just didn't have the energy to put into them anymore.
And he was agreeing to help people he barely knew, what the hell was that?
With a soft grunt, he pulled himself up from where he'd been curled up on top of one of the desks, because that was just pitiful and he didn't want to look it, even if he felt it. He gave a sharp hiss at the protests from his ribs, but it was only a problem for the first pang, then it kind of settled into a dull throb and that was manageable, ignorable so long as he didn't make any sudden movements. Even so, the painkillers Ocelot was bringing would be a huge help. If not for his side, for his massive headache.
And he could kinda do with the company too, even if he'd never go so far as to actually say it.