Fresh Air
Date: Winter, 2005
Characters: Tirion Lansing, Aaron Earnst
Summary: Tirion takes a stroll to clear her head. Unfortunately, Southern is not exactly well-known for its secluded retreats.
Status: In progress
Open to anyone lurking around LA late in the evening.
Tirion winced slightly, pressing a palm to her forehead. Her head felt like it was splitting open. For once she thought it might have been a genuine feeling, however, as her head had been hurting all week. Doctors had already written it off as stress or psychological. She learned quickly, after being 'detained' for a week and a half, that it was better to ignore it, or buy Tylenols. She didn't need to end up in a psyche ward alongside...whatever this was.
Maybe it was all psychological. After all, when she would get out into the fresh quiet night air, it would usually fade to a tolerable level. That was why she was out walking at sunset now. The plan, however, was not working very well. In fact it only seemed to be getting worse.
She groaned and swayed unsteadily, as a wave of nausea passed through her. The faint sound of someone retching filtered through the air from behind her.
She shook her head, frowning, and sped up her pace. It was all...psychological or some sort of weird hormone the doctor's overlooked. That was it. Because anything else just wouldn't be possible. She just needed to be alone for a little bit.
Which...in Los Angeles, wasn't exactly the easiest feat to accomplish.
Characters: Tirion Lansing, Aaron Earnst
Summary: Tirion takes a stroll to clear her head. Unfortunately, Southern is not exactly well-known for its secluded retreats.
Status: In progress
Open to anyone lurking around LA late in the evening.
Tirion winced slightly, pressing a palm to her forehead. Her head felt like it was splitting open. For once she thought it might have been a genuine feeling, however, as her head had been hurting all week. Doctors had already written it off as stress or psychological. She learned quickly, after being 'detained' for a week and a half, that it was better to ignore it, or buy Tylenols. She didn't need to end up in a psyche ward alongside...whatever this was.
Maybe it was all psychological. After all, when she would get out into the fresh quiet night air, it would usually fade to a tolerable level. That was why she was out walking at sunset now. The plan, however, was not working very well. In fact it only seemed to be getting worse.
She groaned and swayed unsteadily, as a wave of nausea passed through her. The faint sound of someone retching filtered through the air from behind her.
She shook her head, frowning, and sped up her pace. It was all...psychological or some sort of weird hormone the doctor's overlooked. That was it. Because anything else just wouldn't be possible. She just needed to be alone for a little bit.
Which...in Los Angeles, wasn't exactly the easiest feat to accomplish.