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[blind_memories]

[Jason yawns as he comes out of his bedroom late in the day. He'd been feeling horrid lately, run down, bleary, with this constant background headache. He'd gone to work, but he barely remembered any of it, thanks to drinks spaced out through the night and if he could get away with it, a break for his new favorite relaxer. He hadn't really spoken

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[rianofski]

[Andrew walks into the apartment, not bothering to knock. He's in search of Blaine, looking determined, and he has a bag of something tucked under his arm. It takes him a moment to even notice Jason sitting on the chair]

Are you all right?

[blind_memories]

Hm?

[Jason looks up at Andrew a moment or two after he comes in. It's another moment before he nods, a tired sort of half smile on his lips]

Yeah, I'm fine. How're you doing?

[rianofski]

I've been better.

[And indeed, despite the determined look on his face, he sounds tired, too]

[blind_memories]

Yeah, tell me about it.

[He leans back in the chair and blows a plume of smoke toward the ceiling]

So, to what do I owe the ever so great honor of Mr. Andrew Ryan's presence?

[He doesn't sound sarcastic, just apathetic]

[rianofski]

[He raises an eyebrow]

I was bringing Blaine something.

[He sets the bag down on the table and lights a cigarette of his own]

I don't suppose he's here.

[blind_memories]

[White eyes close for a moment as he scans the apartment to make sure that Blaine wasn't around]

Nope. He musta left before I woke up.

[Blows another plume of smoke out]

So do I get to know what kind of goodies you brought him, or is it a secret?

[rianofski]

Weapons.

[He sits down, sighing]

Have things seemed strange to you lately? Quiet, maybe?

[blind_memories]

[Nods, he noticed that Blaine had been stockpiling weapons at the brothel. That explains where he was getting them from]

Yeah, it has been. Sounds cliche, but it really has been too quiet lately. [shakes his head]

Guess I hadn't noticed. [Then again, he hadn't noticed much of anything lately]

[rianofski]

People have disappeared. Unfortunately, we're still stuck here.

[He takes a drag on his cigarette, looking at Jason curiously again]

You seem... off, somehow.

[blind_memories]

[Blinks, tensing up and wondering just what Andrew was talking about]

Off? What do you mean?

[rianofski]

Tired, maybe. You haven't been yourself.

[Not that anyone around here is really themselves all the time]

[blind_memories]

Yeah, I think I might be sick or somethin' had a lot of headaches and I've just been... kind of off.

[Being high as many hours out of the day as he can manage probably isn't helping either]

I'm sure I'll be alright soon. [smiles a bit, but it's not a very convinced one]

[rianofski]

Mmm.

[He puts out his cigarette]

If you're sure that's all it is.

[He's not very convinced either. People have been acting strangely lately, and that probably includes him himself]

[blind_memories]

[Jason pauses before he takes another drag of his cigarette and shrugs]

Yeah.

[He kind of wants to drop it, what was he supposed to say, that he didn't even feel like getting out of bed most days, but he knew that he had to?]

What's the damned point anyway...

[He doesn't even realize that he's sad it, blind eyes still staring at the ceiling. Damn it, he needed another high. Or a drink. Or something, anything just so he could feel something again]

[rianofski]

I wonder that myself, sometimes.

[Of course, he'd been drinking too much himself, lately.]

The point is getting back home, I think.

[blind_memories]

Yeah, if the zombies or the soldiers don't kill us all first.

[Groans and rubs his face, shoving his hair away from his eyes tiredly]

Fuck but I need a pick-me-up. Another one.