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Where Diogenes' room.
When: Tomorrow night.
Rating: Uhh hopefully just PG-13 at worst. XD
Summary: Diogenes needs a connection, and J's the unwitting target. Dickery ensues.
the Story:
What was he even doing here.
J stares up at the door uneasily, pausing just before knocking, every single time he raises his hand. He really isn't sure about this. It's such a hideously bad idea, he can just feel it, but on the other hand he doesn't really have another choice.
He's been alone almost exclusively since the event, and, while he's no stranger to being alone, the knowledge that he doesn't have to be and yet still is drives him nuts. The only person he's really talked to at length (besides Alex, during the event, which is something he still refuses to talk about) is Benny, and while the detective's not a bad guy, he's not the kind of guy who pals around with a kid he found murmuring video lines, transfixed by the same movie on a constant loop. And while he'd like to talk to Alex, he isn't on the best terms with him right now (not to mention, is extremely pissed at him), and so his last choice is here, at the door of a man who likes tying people to chairs and forcing absinthe down their throats.
..Why was he even here.
It's good to get out of the basement, he tells himself. It's good to do something that takes his mind off the fact he's had 3 hours altogether of sleep over the past few days. It's good to do something that doesn't turn his mind into goo or isn't the pointless editing, over-editing and re-editing of pointless footage.
He reaches up again, and timidly knocks.
fraterminor and 41810Where Diogenes' room.
When: Tomorrow night.
Rating: Uhh hopefully just PG-13 at worst. XD
Summary: Diogenes needs a connection, and J's the unwitting target. Dickery ensues.
the Story:
What was he even doing here.
J stares up at the door uneasily, pausing just before knocking, every single time he raises his hand. He really isn't sure about this. It's such a hideously bad idea, he can just feel it, but on the other hand he doesn't really have another choice.
He's been alone almost exclusively since the event, and, while he's no stranger to being alone, the knowledge that he doesn't have to be and yet still is drives him nuts. The only person he's really talked to at length (besides Alex, during the event, which is something he still refuses to talk about) is Benny, and while the detective's not a bad guy, he's not the kind of guy who pals around with a kid he found murmuring video lines, transfixed by the same movie on a constant loop. And while he'd like to talk to Alex, he isn't on the best terms with him right now (not to mention, is extremely pissed at him), and so his last choice is here, at the door of a man who likes tying people to chairs and forcing absinthe down their throats.
..Why was he even here.
It's good to get out of the basement, he tells himself. It's good to do something that takes his mind off the fact he's had 3 hours altogether of sleep over the past few days. It's good to do something that doesn't turn his mind into goo or isn't the pointless editing, over-editing and re-editing of pointless footage.
He reaches up again, and timidly knocks.