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ataraxionlogs2015-03-25 07:22 pm
nutsaboutscans) wrote in ataraxionlogs2015-03-25 07:22 pm
Entry tags:
Louder than sirens, louder than bells; closed
CHARACTERS: Odessa Knutson and John Kennex
LOCATION: John's room
WARNINGS: Alcohol. Will update as needed.
SUMMARY: John wants to see Odessa. Odessa obliges.
It might not be the best idea. But here he is, waiting for Odessa to stop by. By now, he's collected himself enough that his appearance is back to what it used to be. He's got just a bit of stubble, his hair is gelled, he's wearing jeans, boots, and a t-shirt, and he smells clean, like soap.
He's miraculously doing better today. No tears, no hoarse voice. Or it could be that he's learned how to put up a front, became a little harder. His priorities have shifted, his manner less tragic than yesterday. Not quite a different man, but not quite the same. The wound was reopened, and there's just no way he's opening himself to anyone for a long time.
And calling Odessa is not about opening up. He's not even really sure what he wants from her. But there was nothing holding him back from contacting her, so he did. He's got the good liquor out, playing with the edge of his glass while he waits for Odessa to come, waiting to partake with her, should she wish to.
LOCATION: John's room
WARNINGS: Alcohol. Will update as needed.
SUMMARY: John wants to see Odessa. Odessa obliges.
It might not be the best idea. But here he is, waiting for Odessa to stop by. By now, he's collected himself enough that his appearance is back to what it used to be. He's got just a bit of stubble, his hair is gelled, he's wearing jeans, boots, and a t-shirt, and he smells clean, like soap.
He's miraculously doing better today. No tears, no hoarse voice. Or it could be that he's learned how to put up a front, became a little harder. His priorities have shifted, his manner less tragic than yesterday. Not quite a different man, but not quite the same. The wound was reopened, and there's just no way he's opening himself to anyone for a long time.
And calling Odessa is not about opening up. He's not even really sure what he wants from her. But there was nothing holding him back from contacting her, so he did. He's got the good liquor out, playing with the edge of his glass while he waits for Odessa to come, waiting to partake with her, should she wish to.