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hadriel_logs2017-01-25 10:41 am
mismanagement) wrote in hadriel_logs2017-01-25 10:41 am
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he was down on the floor with his lips to a glass
Who: Maketh Tua and open
What: Aftermath of the doubles event.
Where: Apartments, Guard HQ
When: 26th and onward
Warnings: Alcoholism, depression, mentions of death and torture, probably swearing. I will match format.
Apartment
[Stars, she's tired. All the time now. Ever since Henry took her home from Hope's temple, she's been drawn to her bed and its blankets, a refuge that she can hide in and forget everything else. Anyone who knows Maketh will have noticed a change in her routine. She's sleeping almost the entire day, getting up only to drink or vomit from the drinking. If she goes out at all, it's in the middle of the night, a move engineered to let her avoid as many people as possible.
The best way to get in touch is to bang on her door, loud enough that she can't ignore it.]
Guard HQ
[Quietly, Maketh has changed all of her shifts to avoid the most people possible. So while she's still performing her duties, she's doing them out of sight and largely around two in the morning. If you've got insomnia and happen to wander in at odd hours, you might see her rewriting damaged reports, or trying to clean the mess off the floor.
Often she keeps a bottle of whiskey on her desk. Not to drink - not when she's working - but as a taunt. She often stares at it.]
Around the city
[By choice Maketh has turned into something of a nocturnal creature, rarely leaving the apartment - or indeed the room - during the day. But at night she goes out, either to check things with the guard or just to wander. Sometimes she goes to the river and tries to imagine what lives at the bottom. Either way she's alone.]
Wildcard
[Dealer's choice. Hit me.]
What: Aftermath of the doubles event.
Where: Apartments, Guard HQ
When: 26th and onward
Warnings: Alcoholism, depression, mentions of death and torture, probably swearing. I will match format.
Apartment
[Stars, she's tired. All the time now. Ever since Henry took her home from Hope's temple, she's been drawn to her bed and its blankets, a refuge that she can hide in and forget everything else. Anyone who knows Maketh will have noticed a change in her routine. She's sleeping almost the entire day, getting up only to drink or vomit from the drinking. If she goes out at all, it's in the middle of the night, a move engineered to let her avoid as many people as possible.
The best way to get in touch is to bang on her door, loud enough that she can't ignore it.]
Guard HQ
[Quietly, Maketh has changed all of her shifts to avoid the most people possible. So while she's still performing her duties, she's doing them out of sight and largely around two in the morning. If you've got insomnia and happen to wander in at odd hours, you might see her rewriting damaged reports, or trying to clean the mess off the floor.
Often she keeps a bottle of whiskey on her desk. Not to drink - not when she's working - but as a taunt. She often stares at it.]
Around the city
[By choice Maketh has turned into something of a nocturnal creature, rarely leaving the apartment - or indeed the room - during the day. But at night she goes out, either to check things with the guard or just to wander. Sometimes she goes to the river and tries to imagine what lives at the bottom. Either way she's alone.]
Wildcard
[Dealer's choice. Hit me.]
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Saying his name now makes her heart flutter a little. Now, rather than when they'd just started dating, because she knows she loves him, knows he loves her.
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Maketh reaches out to touch Wolfie's ear gently, wondering at the texture. She likes this animal, suddenly, and doesn't want him to leave.
"How is Matt?" she asks, a tad more carefully.
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"He's great. I mean, yeah, he like ran into some of those fucked up doubles, but he's okay." She pauses, her smile turning girlish, the kind she'd make fun of a friend for wearing. "Things are really good between us."
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Maketh smiles a little. Just a little.
"You seem...happier. Both of you. I'm happy for you."
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Maybe that's why it's difficult.
"Guess that's what happens when you're in love. God, that sounds pathetic-- but I mean... we are." For real. And it feels amazing.
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It's different being in love when you're young. Everything feels like so much more.
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"It's exactly like that." And of course she doesn't see herself as young, doesn't think of this as premature for her and Matt. Kids never do, but they also think they know everything. "He makes me feel like we can get through anything." Like she can become better, like she can never fail, like he'll catch her if she falls. "And I know he could like, disappear, right, because of the Door. But as long as he's here, everything's okay."
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Maketh keeps her eyes closed, one hand resting on Wolfie's back. She remembers what it was like with Itani, how it was different later with Lilith. No matter how much it had hurt to lose them, Maketh intends to keep those memories. Those moments were hers. They were honest.
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She knows what she's talking about, and Emily feels in her heart just how true those words are.
"Yeah." No matter what happens, Matt knows she loves him, values him, respects him. "Thanks."