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milliways_bar2012-10-18 10:56 pm
flip_the_lights) wrote in milliways_bar2012-10-18 10:56 pm
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Last night wasn't good. Neither was the night before that.
The nightmares are completely different now: the thing she saw in the woods stretches to an impossible height, reaching out with too many sets of arms as she hides, shivering, in a corner of her apartment. Olivia scratches and screams, tries every weapon she has, carves circled X's all around herself in an attempt to turn it away. Nothing works -- and when she wakes up, choking and coughing, she's kneeling next to her bed with a butcher knife in hand and X's gouged into the floorboards.
Sleepwalking. That's a new one.
(So much for getting back my deposit, comes the completely inappropriate thought as she stares in horror at the marks.)
She doesn't even bother to hide her drained, shaken state as she approaches the bar. Before Olivia can open her mouth to request the strongest coffee she's got, Bar shuffles two envelopes her way. The first is a note; the second is a thick packet of information. It takes a beat before she can pick up both in trembling hands.
Ten minutes later -- after a gradually more frantic paging through Claudia's printouts -- Olivia scrawls terse notes to Asami and Charlie. Included with both is a copy of the same packet.
Asami --
Did it look anything like this?
--Dunham
Charlie --
It has a name.
--Dunham
Without waiting to see if either of the women appear, she clutches her own packet tight and dashes home.
[ooc: not open for threads, sadly, but reactions/note responses are welcome!]
The nightmares are completely different now: the thing she saw in the woods stretches to an impossible height, reaching out with too many sets of arms as she hides, shivering, in a corner of her apartment. Olivia scratches and screams, tries every weapon she has, carves circled X's all around herself in an attempt to turn it away. Nothing works -- and when she wakes up, choking and coughing, she's kneeling next to her bed with a butcher knife in hand and X's gouged into the floorboards.
Sleepwalking. That's a new one.
(So much for getting back my deposit, comes the completely inappropriate thought as she stares in horror at the marks.)
She doesn't even bother to hide her drained, shaken state as she approaches the bar. Before Olivia can open her mouth to request the strongest coffee she's got, Bar shuffles two envelopes her way. The first is a note; the second is a thick packet of information. It takes a beat before she can pick up both in trembling hands.
Ten minutes later -- after a gradually more frantic paging through Claudia's printouts -- Olivia scrawls terse notes to Asami and Charlie. Included with both is a copy of the same packet.
Asami --
Did it look anything like this?
--Dunham
Charlie --
It has a name.
--Dunham
Without waiting to see if either of the women appear, she clutches her own packet tight and dashes home.
[ooc: not open for threads, sadly, but reactions/note responses are welcome!]
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Yes.
It was in the garage.