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backdated June 18th (Following the "Blue Screened" Log)
After watching Jai’s back turned to him for the second time, the convention did not see much more of Marik. With things in hand already purchased and no interest in lingering any longer in the public eye, or rather in the public at all Marik returned home. With everything that happened and didn’t happen according to the vast lapse in his memory, Marik did what he could to distract himself . Open books and papers dealing with such manners like the Hunt found new homes outside his desk. They found themselves sprawled over the coffee table in the living room all the while haphazardly garnished with a ‘few’ half empty classes of expertly aged wines. Seeing as neither fascinations of research or manufactured grapes held his thoughts at bay Marik decided to by past such methods and attempt sleep.
Forgetting the process of changing out of his day clothes he planted himself face forward on the bed and remained there. Looking at the digital read out of the time would only discourage himself, seeing as he preferred the cover of night to wallow in self doubt and confusion. In the dark no one else was watching, and even though he was on his own he felt something else, but what that ‘something else’ was he did not know. Nevertheless the strain from the still ever present headache which was more then likely fueled with the addition of alcohol consumption Marik managed a cold sweat kind of sleep.
Hours past and he woke up to night..thankfully and a seemingly worse headache..not thankful. Stripping he made his way to the bathroom and started the shower, by passing the mirror entirely. He felt a twinge of fear that he’d look, and not see the familiar. Pulling the curtain he let the warmth of the water hit him, and it was here that he let his mind attempt to explain today. His biggest concern was the lapses in time. Nothing of this magnitude had ever happened before, and the first time it happened he past it off and let it remain in the category of ‘flook’, but not this time. He was not the type to mess up twice . Secondly and the most disturbing; was the idea of being attracted to Jai. In his mind he was the furthest thing from interested in that man or in that kind of relation to begin with. The thought of sharing spit with Jai nearly made him gag and had he not grown out of adolescence he’d be tempted to brush his teeth for and hour because of it. Nevertheless the lapse of time he was experiencing didn’t help his argument seeing as he couldn’t prove himself. something is wrong… Jai must have spoken the truth... Grabbing the side bar Marik braced himself feeling slightly weak at the knees. No man had ever made him doubt his own word. In his trade words were used eloquently as well as brash and it never effected him, because he was confident and sure of his own. However -this- un-assurance hit the pit of his stomach and reminded him of the powerlessness he felt under the eye of one other man, but thankfully.. he was dead.
In the end Marik wasn’t sure why this was happening to him. He never abused illegal substances, nor ate unhealthy. He treated his body well and yet it still found a way to malfunction. Perhaps a chemical imbalance, something one could fix with a solid week of meds and possibly a better sleeping regiment, cause that he’d admit he didn’t get much of. Regaining some strength Marik turned the hot water on high and let the steaming shards of water hit his inked back turning even his earthy tone red. He had come to a conclusion, one that he didn’t want to do, but in the light of what had happened Marik felt he had no choice. Christ… I’ll go seek help.
After watching Jai’s back turned to him for the second time, the convention did not see much more of Marik. With things in hand already purchased and no interest in lingering any longer in the public eye, or rather in the public at all Marik returned home. With everything that happened and didn’t happen according to the vast lapse in his memory, Marik did what he could to distract himself . Open books and papers dealing with such manners like the Hunt found new homes outside his desk. They found themselves sprawled over the coffee table in the living room all the while haphazardly garnished with a ‘few’ half empty classes of expertly aged wines. Seeing as neither fascinations of research or manufactured grapes held his thoughts at bay Marik decided to by past such methods and attempt sleep.
Forgetting the process of changing out of his day clothes he planted himself face forward on the bed and remained there. Looking at the digital read out of the time would only discourage himself, seeing as he preferred the cover of night to wallow in self doubt and confusion. In the dark no one else was watching, and even though he was on his own he felt something else, but what that ‘something else’ was he did not know. Nevertheless the strain from the still ever present headache which was more then likely fueled with the addition of alcohol consumption Marik managed a cold sweat kind of sleep.
Hours past and he woke up to night..thankfully and a seemingly worse headache..not thankful. Stripping he made his way to the bathroom and started the shower, by passing the mirror entirely. He felt a twinge of fear that he’d look, and not see the familiar. Pulling the curtain he let the warmth of the water hit him, and it was here that he let his mind attempt to explain today. His biggest concern was the lapses in time. Nothing of this magnitude had ever happened before, and the first time it happened he past it off and let it remain in the category of ‘flook’, but not this time. He was not the type to mess up twice . Secondly and the most disturbing; was the idea of being attracted to Jai. In his mind he was the furthest thing from interested in that man or in that kind of relation to begin with. The thought of sharing spit with Jai nearly made him gag and had he not grown out of adolescence he’d be tempted to brush his teeth for and hour because of it. Nevertheless the lapse of time he was experiencing didn’t help his argument seeing as he couldn’t prove himself. something is wrong… Jai must have spoken the truth... Grabbing the side bar Marik braced himself feeling slightly weak at the knees. No man had ever made him doubt his own word. In his trade words were used eloquently as well as brash and it never effected him, because he was confident and sure of his own. However -this- un-assurance hit the pit of his stomach and reminded him of the powerlessness he felt under the eye of one other man, but thankfully.. he was dead.
In the end Marik wasn’t sure why this was happening to him. He never abused illegal substances, nor ate unhealthy. He treated his body well and yet it still found a way to malfunction. Perhaps a chemical imbalance, something one could fix with a solid week of meds and possibly a better sleeping regiment, cause that he’d admit he didn’t get much of. Regaining some strength Marik turned the hot water on high and let the steaming shards of water hit his inked back turning even his earthy tone red. He had come to a conclusion, one that he didn’t want to do, but in the light of what had happened Marik felt he had no choice. Christ… I’ll go seek help.