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WHO: askedtobe & Spadassin
WHERE: Scathach's Dojo
WHEN: Evening of the 8th
WARNINGS: None? I don't think there should be any...
SUMMARY: Peter would like to have his scary nightmares removed for a few days plskthx
FORMAT: either!
Peter was, in all truth, desperate. He couldn't remember the last time he'd actually gotten a good nights sleep, but he knew it had been at least over a year. More so if he counted the five years in a nearly empty New York. Granted, he hadn't even needed to sleep there and it had always been even more of a waste of time to try to. But the nightmares had started after he'd almost taken out New York and had simple never gone away; all the things he'd done wrong, all the things he might have, came out of the woodworks when he closed his eyes, and so he coexisted on a diet of coffee to stave off sleep.
Making his way to Scatach's dojo after work, even if he was desperate, Peter couldn't help but second guess his decision. He still didn't like the idea of someone messing with the inner workings of his mind, removing something so inherently natural as his emotions. He'd had his memories removed, right after having his abilities chemically immobilized, and the whole idea made him nervous. But if it was only for a few days, maybe it really was worth it. Maybe it would make the rest of the world seem a little more tolerable, a little more real.
But upon arrival the rest of his thoughts cleared momentarily when Peter realized his first task was deciding if he was supposed to knock or simply go on inside. But he supposed he might as well just go on in, sliding open the door and quietly sticking his head inside.
WHERE: Scathach's Dojo
WHEN: Evening of the 8th
WARNINGS: None? I don't think there should be any...
SUMMARY: Peter would like to have his scary nightmares removed for a few days plskthx
FORMAT: either!
Peter was, in all truth, desperate. He couldn't remember the last time he'd actually gotten a good nights sleep, but he knew it had been at least over a year. More so if he counted the five years in a nearly empty New York. Granted, he hadn't even needed to sleep there and it had always been even more of a waste of time to try to. But the nightmares had started after he'd almost taken out New York and had simple never gone away; all the things he'd done wrong, all the things he might have, came out of the woodworks when he closed his eyes, and so he coexisted on a diet of coffee to stave off sleep.
Making his way to Scatach's dojo after work, even if he was desperate, Peter couldn't help but second guess his decision. He still didn't like the idea of someone messing with the inner workings of his mind, removing something so inherently natural as his emotions. He'd had his memories removed, right after having his abilities chemically immobilized, and the whole idea made him nervous. But if it was only for a few days, maybe it really was worth it. Maybe it would make the rest of the world seem a little more tolerable, a little more real.
But upon arrival the rest of his thoughts cleared momentarily when Peter realized his first task was deciding if he was supposed to knock or simply go on inside. But he supposed he might as well just go on in, sliding open the door and quietly sticking his head inside.