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entrancelogs2016-07-22 02:53 am
beforeblue) wrote in entrancelogs2016-07-22 02:53 am
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Who: Agent Washington and You!
Where: The gym, the bar, the grounds
When: Post-event
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Wash is not coping well after encountering Epsilon
The Story:
The Gym/Training Rooms
[If Wash was dedicated about training before, he's bordering on obsessive now. He heads into the training rooms and fiddles with the equipment until he's got a setting that presents a suitable challenge. He has to keep going. It keeps him occupied. Keeps him from thinking too much so he can almost drown out the parts of his mind he doesn't want to acknowledge.
By later in the day though, it's obvious that he's struggling. Slowing down, missing hits that he should have been capable of, taking hits that he should have been able to dodge. Weeks of barely sleeping, of pushing himself to the limit, finally catching up.]
The Bar
[There is a sullen determination to his visits to the bar. He is a man with a purpose when he heads in, and the only reason he's drinking there instead of in his room is because it feels slightly less wrong. Plausible deniability, right?]
The grounds
[His morning runs are the most relaxing time, a routine he sticks to unflaggingly. Helps him to blow off the last remnants of whatever nightmare he'd had. He feels almost normal. He stretches outside the mansion, standing on the steps and watching the morning sun spread across the land. He stands there for a few minutes, letting the sun warm him before he heads out for his run.]
Where: The gym, the bar, the grounds
When: Post-event
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Wash is not coping well after encountering Epsilon
The Story:
The Gym/Training Rooms
[If Wash was dedicated about training before, he's bordering on obsessive now. He heads into the training rooms and fiddles with the equipment until he's got a setting that presents a suitable challenge. He has to keep going. It keeps him occupied. Keeps him from thinking too much so he can almost drown out the parts of his mind he doesn't want to acknowledge.
By later in the day though, it's obvious that he's struggling. Slowing down, missing hits that he should have been capable of, taking hits that he should have been able to dodge. Weeks of barely sleeping, of pushing himself to the limit, finally catching up.]
The Bar
[There is a sullen determination to his visits to the bar. He is a man with a purpose when he heads in, and the only reason he's drinking there instead of in his room is because it feels slightly less wrong. Plausible deniability, right?]
The grounds
[His morning runs are the most relaxing time, a routine he sticks to unflaggingly. Helps him to blow off the last remnants of whatever nightmare he'd had. He feels almost normal. He stretches outside the mansion, standing on the steps and watching the morning sun spread across the land. He stands there for a few minutes, letting the sun warm him before he heads out for his run.]
Re: the grounds
He's settled into a good rhythm by the time Carolina reaches him. Not too far, but enough to make him sweat even in the cool morning air. He doesn't spare her a glance when she speaks, concentrating on his steps.
That's a loaded question to ask, and for a second his pace falters before he throws himself back into it.]
I'm fine.
sORRY THIS IS SO OBNOXIOUSLY LATE
You're not fine.
[ It's a statement made with no room for debate. She's not going to argue about whether he's fine or not again, and he shouldn't expect her to buy that he is after last night anyway.
Falling silent for a few moments, Carolina seems to focus on running. In reality, she's thinking, choosing her words carefully. ]
Look, we don't have to talk about it. And I figure you weren't planning to, anyway. I just want to say that it's okay.
[ A beat. ]
...And to apologize. I didn't... think things would come out that way.
Re: sORRY THIS IS SO OBNOXIOUSLY LATE
Then why bother asking?
[If she's not going to listen to him, there's no point in asking him things.
Running in silence he can do, and he's almost relaxed by the time she speaks again.]
What? You mean me finding out you're best friends with the AI that-
[The words stick in his throat, because some part of him doesn't want to admit it, exactly how fucked up he is. Or exactly what Epsilon had left him.]
Doesn't matter. I'm fine. Not the first time I've argued with someone at a bar.
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That wasn't just an argument, Wash. But yeah, that.
[ In her opinion, the more he says that he's fine, the less he actually is. But that's still not what she's going to get into here. ]
I was going to tell you, I've just been trying to figure out how to do it. I knew it would be weird, but... Obviously you deserve to know.
[ Although it's not actually something she would have told him about if Epsilon wasn't actually here with them. That's not important though, he doesn't need to know that part. ]