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thisavrou_log2016-04-23 02:37 am
vengeance_driven) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-04-23 02:37 am
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Who: Niko Bellic
When: Dated to after this. Nudity/violence warnings apply there. Forward dated to the 25th.
Where: around the Moira.
What: Niko is released from Med Bay being informed that the fix for his injuries has left him a little odd.
Warnings: Anything one Niko's permissions page might come up. Drug mentions from the outset.
Niko had felt pretty strange since leaving Med Bay. Actually that was an enormous understatement. He'd heard descriptions of how certain drug affects were before; as a smuggler, he had to know them and he'd been careful not to get near the stuff. He wouldn't put shit in his body he didn't know. He saw what addicts were like. But he still was warned and he still listened. At that moment his entire mind felt like it was exploding all the time and his head wouldn't stop spinning.
Right then, he was pretty sure he was high or the nearest equivalent.
Sometimes he would stop in the hallway and look around with the attention of a cat looking for invisible bugs to chase on the wall. Or in the cargo bay, he would climb the boxes in fast bursts to get to the top, throwing himself up practically a full eight feet at a time. Then every damn time he would look surprised with himself for having gotten up so quick to get whatever he was after, then would still ask for help getting down because he didn't want to risk the jump.
He wasn't really having a great adjustment period. Cúrre warned him of what was going to happen when he was treated. He knew it was coming. But fuck if he wasn't confused.
When: Dated to after this. Nudity/violence warnings apply there. Forward dated to the 25th.
Where: around the Moira.
What: Niko is released from Med Bay being informed that the fix for his injuries has left him a little odd.
Warnings: Anything one Niko's permissions page might come up. Drug mentions from the outset.
Niko had felt pretty strange since leaving Med Bay. Actually that was an enormous understatement. He'd heard descriptions of how certain drug affects were before; as a smuggler, he had to know them and he'd been careful not to get near the stuff. He wouldn't put shit in his body he didn't know. He saw what addicts were like. But he still was warned and he still listened. At that moment his entire mind felt like it was exploding all the time and his head wouldn't stop spinning.
Right then, he was pretty sure he was high or the nearest equivalent.
Sometimes he would stop in the hallway and look around with the attention of a cat looking for invisible bugs to chase on the wall. Or in the cargo bay, he would climb the boxes in fast bursts to get to the top, throwing himself up practically a full eight feet at a time. Then every damn time he would look surprised with himself for having gotten up so quick to get whatever he was after, then would still ask for help getting down because he didn't want to risk the jump.
He wasn't really having a great adjustment period. Cúrre warned him of what was going to happen when he was treated. He knew it was coming. But fuck if he wasn't confused.
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"No," she said, and it was firm and immediate - though she then hesitated.
"I've thought... I don't know. I've thought before that I didn't know if I should be with you because...I wouldn't help you. I thought maybe we'd just get each other hurt." Her voice was raw with shame, but she was holding his arms in a tight grasp, refusing to let go.
"But now I can't see us being apart. And I'm happy with that...whatever we don't like about each other." Even standing as tall as she could and holding his arms for support, she was barely tall enough to rest her cheek against his shoulder.
"I just wish I could hold you together somehow as well."