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sirenspull_logs2012-09-07 11:29 am
awakenings) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-09-07 11:29 am
Entry tags:
we're never sad because we're not allowed to be
Who: Re-l Mayer and Vincent Law.
When: Sometime after the body-swap stuff, once Vincent's returned to normal.
Where: Their shared apartment in Sector 4.
Summary: Twofriends Proxies roommates idiots talk about what's happened to the both of them over the past few weeks and, as usual, avoid the real issues. Angst and comfort ensues.
Warnings: Mild discussions of burn/chemical trauma. Not much else.
Some days, Re-l was grateful that she could take her cases from her apartment.
Since the incident with Joker and switching bodies around, she'd confined herself to only a few places. Work was a mess; no one had believed her, at first, when she had called to warn them about what had happened. Even worse, she was criticized for not bringing his body in and waiting in a cell for a week, despite what that would have meant for her. They grilled her, told her that there were so many opportunities she'd missed out on by being in the other man's body. It was disgusting. Her supervisor offered her sympathies and told her not to listen to the others. It did little to lighten the burden their words had put on her shoulders.
No one really understood that the Joker suffered from burn injuries, that his body was a walking wound. Every moment was spent in pain. She still felt it now, phantom pain lancing up her spine every now and then, especially at night when she was sleeping. It would pass, she knew. Everything else did. But until then, it was an unnecessary annoyance, one that set her on edge.
She sat on the couch with her cases, looking over them and making a few markings here and there. She'd forwent her usual attire for something more comfortable, which left her in simple black pants and a tank top, her hair combed back and her makeup absent. Re-l tossed a file onto the table and pressed herself back into the couch, rubbing at her eyes. She wasn't getting anywhere today. With a sigh, she stood to make herself something to drink in the kitchen, careful not to step on the few young cats who had taken to sleeping at her feet for the afternoon.
When: Sometime after the body-swap stuff, once Vincent's returned to normal.
Where: Their shared apartment in Sector 4.
Summary: Two
Warnings: Mild discussions of burn/chemical trauma. Not much else.
Some days, Re-l was grateful that she could take her cases from her apartment.
Since the incident with Joker and switching bodies around, she'd confined herself to only a few places. Work was a mess; no one had believed her, at first, when she had called to warn them about what had happened. Even worse, she was criticized for not bringing his body in and waiting in a cell for a week, despite what that would have meant for her. They grilled her, told her that there were so many opportunities she'd missed out on by being in the other man's body. It was disgusting. Her supervisor offered her sympathies and told her not to listen to the others. It did little to lighten the burden their words had put on her shoulders.
No one really understood that the Joker suffered from burn injuries, that his body was a walking wound. Every moment was spent in pain. She still felt it now, phantom pain lancing up her spine every now and then, especially at night when she was sleeping. It would pass, she knew. Everything else did. But until then, it was an unnecessary annoyance, one that set her on edge.
She sat on the couch with her cases, looking over them and making a few markings here and there. She'd forwent her usual attire for something more comfortable, which left her in simple black pants and a tank top, her hair combed back and her makeup absent. Re-l tossed a file onto the table and pressed herself back into the couch, rubbing at her eyes. She wasn't getting anywhere today. With a sigh, she stood to make herself something to drink in the kitchen, careful not to step on the few young cats who had taken to sleeping at her feet for the afternoon.