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YANCY BECKET ([personal profile] nommed) wrote2014-04-22 05:32 pm

open rp post;



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bluetips: ('DRIFT' sung to the tune of SAIL)

dark au? DARK AU

[personal profile] bluetips 2014-04-23 07:36 am (UTC)(link)


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[personal profile] bluetips 2014-05-24 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ as connected as she may now feel to raleigh becket, she does not exactly want to see him right now. the tears have dried, but the intense images that flit across her eyelids every time she closes her eyes and evoke visceral reactions have left her head pounding and teeth aching. now her eyes ache along with being red rimmed and itchy, and she can't sleep, but she can curl up on her bunk and pretend. the drift simulations never had this adverse of an effect on her and had never left so clear an imprint of someone else's' traumas on her psyche, and her head is reeling in a wash of loss, pain, and humiliation because she had wanted this so badly, and she had failed.

it's a tough pill to swallow, one she's choking on even as there's a soft knock on her door. and for a moment, mako considers ignoring it, curling tighter into her blankets and ignoring whomever is seeking her advice/assistance/company/help. but that would be shirking her duties, and she can't fail at that too.

she also knows exactly who it is outside of her door.

there's about seven seconds where mako just stands in front of her door, shoulders squared at a sharp angle and mouth set in a thin line as she struggles to regain her composure. and then it's a series of quick, concise movements that has her opening the door and slipping out into the hall, as if the misery in her room would infect any conversation they were to have and make it impossible for her to pretend she was alright with everything, including the marshal's decision. ]


Raleigh? It's late.