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entrancelogs2010-11-30 01:32 am
timisnotme.livejournal.com) wrote in entrancelogs2010-11-30 01:32 am
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Smile for the Camera
Who: J ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
41810 and Masky timisnotme
Where: J's room in the basement.
When: Directly after this post.
Rating: PG
Summary: An injured Masky stalks J.
Masky stumbled across the carpeting, nearly falling down the steps to the basement, and leaned heavily against the wall of the first floor landing. He took a few gasping breaths, trying to focus in on the constant stream of static to block out the pain radiating from his chest. With one hand he clutched at his broken ribs. He was good at taking bodies apart, keeping Tim's together was an entirely different situation. He rubbed the blood leaking out of his jacket between his fingers, regarding it intently as if it was a fine wine.
Finally he continued his labored trek downstairs towards J. He should go upstairs and change back, Tim would know what to do, how to fix this, but his brain insisted that he had been intending to confront J on their latest Slendery escapades, and that's all it would focus on. It had been nearly 8 days since he had eaten or slept and Tim's body was silently protesting, his vision blurring as he staggered down the hallway towards J's door, but he fought it back into submission. He had an important task to do. That's all that mattered.
He listened at the door for signs of movement, knowing instantly that J was asleep without being aware of how he knew. He quietly pried the door open and stood in the doorway for a moment before approaching the quiet figure in the bed. He glanced at the dresser, his normal perch for watching people sleep, but his ribs let out a sharp, stabbing pain of protest and he contented himself with squatting on the floor a few feet away. His body rigidly still.
He would patiently sit there for hours until J awoke, staring at him through his blood streaked mask. His arm remained wrapped around his chest in an effort to dull the pain of his broken ribs and he couldn't entirely quiet his breathing, the slight wheezing being amplified by the mask. He tried again to sink into the static, but in his exhaustion he just couldn't reach it.
41810 and Masky timisnotme
Where: J's room in the basement.
When: Directly after this post.
Rating: PG
Summary: An injured Masky stalks J.
Masky stumbled across the carpeting, nearly falling down the steps to the basement, and leaned heavily against the wall of the first floor landing. He took a few gasping breaths, trying to focus in on the constant stream of static to block out the pain radiating from his chest. With one hand he clutched at his broken ribs. He was good at taking bodies apart, keeping Tim's together was an entirely different situation. He rubbed the blood leaking out of his jacket between his fingers, regarding it intently as if it was a fine wine.
Finally he continued his labored trek downstairs towards J. He should go upstairs and change back, Tim would know what to do, how to fix this, but his brain insisted that he had been intending to confront J on their latest Slendery escapades, and that's all it would focus on. It had been nearly 8 days since he had eaten or slept and Tim's body was silently protesting, his vision blurring as he staggered down the hallway towards J's door, but he fought it back into submission. He had an important task to do. That's all that mattered.
He listened at the door for signs of movement, knowing instantly that J was asleep without being aware of how he knew. He quietly pried the door open and stood in the doorway for a moment before approaching the quiet figure in the bed. He glanced at the dresser, his normal perch for watching people sleep, but his ribs let out a sharp, stabbing pain of protest and he contented himself with squatting on the floor a few feet away. His body rigidly still.
He would patiently sit there for hours until J awoke, staring at him through his blood streaked mask. His arm remained wrapped around his chest in an effort to dull the pain of his broken ribs and he couldn't entirely quiet his breathing, the slight wheezing being amplified by the mask. He tried again to sink into the static, but in his exhaustion he just couldn't reach it.