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entrancelogs2016-07-22 02:53 am
beforeblue) wrote in entrancelogs2016-07-22 02:53 am
Fragments | Open
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.]
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[He shoots York a smirk before turning his attention back to his food.]
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Probably not like that. No offense or anything, you're just not my type.
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Pffff, I'm everybody's type.
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I'd get into the mechanics of dating, but I feel like you're trying to distract me from the real issue with that stuff.
[ Because right now Wash isn't really in a place where he should be thinking about dating. ]
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I know how to date. I'm a damn adult.
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I just said that's not what I'm interested in talking about.
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What then?
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Like I said, you can tell me as much or as little as you want. I'm not going to pressure you into talking if you don't want to say anything specific. Just don't deflect like I don't know that's what you're doing, okay.
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When you came up to me this morning I didn't recognise you. Not really. Not right.
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I could...kind of tell. Does that mean you were remembering things about me from the past?
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No I- it wasn't my memories.
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[ Sort of, anyway. He never reached a point where he thought Delta's experiences were his own, but Delta didn't consist of memory. ]
Did it help when I touched you?
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Yeah. It dragged me back I think.
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[ York frowns at him lightly. ]
Okay, this is just a layman's advice, but when you feel like that, maybe just go lay your hands on something and feel the texture of it to ground yourself. You know? Like if it's bumpy or ridged or something. Does that make sense?
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I can try that, I guess. Thanks. Did you ever have problems with Delta like this?
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[He can't resist teasing York, just a bit.]
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