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a day in the life of Katherine Kirschenbaum

Aug 03, 2010 20:52

8:00 AM While Katherine Kirschenbaum doesn't think she's necessarily the best at chess, she tends to win a lot. Tournament chess she'd be no good at, simply because her main chess strategy has absolutely nothing to do with the game itself. She's well above average at the actual game, able to read five or six moves ahead, but really, the way she ( Read more... )

doyle, katherine kirschenbaum, jim kirk, josef soltini

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Here, have a Doyle to prod and poke at! :D halfhuman_hero August 4 2010, 22:30:20 UTC

Doyle was having a rather good night. He'd drunk his weight in several kinds of alcohol after winning some money on the horses. There was beer, malt liquor, scotch and then came the tequila and the sambucca shots. Oh dear god, the sambucca shots. Why? Dear god WHY?!

He doesn't remember much after he stumbled out the club. He remembers the blurry and flashing lights of the city at night and the sounds of the world around him, the roar of cars, the hum of the power wires overhead. He remembers being slumped against a streetlight, eyes squeezed shut as he fights for his balance.

And then he feels something against his lips, against his teeth and he feels even more dizzier. And then it's all black.

When he finally wakes up, he's extremely hungover. He feels like he's been hit by a bus, or two. His head pounds painfully, threatening to break his skull open. A low groan escapes his lips, everything aches. Did he fall asleep in the bath again? No... no wait, it's not cold. It's usually cold in the bathroom. What he also notices is the ( ... )

halfhuman_hero August 6 2010, 01:29:46 UTC

He watches as she toys with the canisters and feels himself tense up, his fists clenched tightly. "Appreciation in the fine art of torture? Pfft, looks like your pals are nutters too then Suits you well, love," Doyle scoffs darkly and continues to glare at her. If looks could kill...

He's still trying to control his breathing, he's having a hard time. Everything aches. He's sure this is just some sort of weird, fucked up dream. It was the sambucca. Yeah. That's to blame.

"How nice of ya," he mutters under his breath with a look of pure loathing for her. She doesn't look particularly sorry. Evil bitch.

Doyle pauses for a long time, his mouth clamped firmly shut and his head turned away from her in a last attempt to stop himself actually going through with this. He just wants to get out. Let her have her fun and he can just leave. He breathes out heavily through his nose and turns his head back towards her with his mouth open and eyes tightly shut. He just wants it to be over already. Wake up, Doyle. Wake up!

diatomic_life August 6 2010, 01:47:48 UTC

"I'm going to explain this to you nice and slowly so it'll get through your brain," Kat says, nodding slowly. "Either you can open up your mouth and be a good boy, or you get a double dose of what's coming at you. See, I'm immune to this stuff, and it's a gas. So, I can either just let a double dose free in the room, so you'll get the same effect, but twice as long, or I can release the canister in your mouth, and you'll get the same effect just for a mere 4 hours ( ... )

halfhuman_hero August 6 2010, 02:03:35 UTC

Doyle can only glare and send death looks her way as she prattles on and on and on... Dear god, the woman likes the sound of her own voice. He jerks himself violently in another attempt to free himself, but it's no use. The skin around his wrists feel raw. Four hours? Four hours?! He's gonna trip for four hours?! He's not looking forward to this.

He's half tempted to bite her hand off when she reaches forward with the canister, but she's quick to move it away again. He cough and gags slightly with the gas and shakes his head. Doyle's still for a few moments before he gives an almighty shudder, it's an unpleasant feeling that he can't quite describe. He feels sick and dizzy.

It takes him a while to talk. He just lies there panting for a few minutes. "Light... light headed..." he closes his eyes, they're watering from the light of the room. "Everything seems... it seems.. so far away... like I'm wrapped up in... something.."

diatomic_life August 6 2010, 03:29:19 UTC

Kat seems to have procured a clipboard out of nowhere. Do not question her ability to procure note-taking devices. She's pretty sure she has the apartment under surveillance as well, but some things you can only see being there. It is indeed, a fine art.

This really isn't torture though. Not by her definition. Torture is something you do to interrogate someone, or just for fun. No, no. This is work. Just because she enjoys her work doesn't make it any less work.

"Light headed," she repeats, humming to herself. "Good to know. Do you know why you're here?"

It's a good question to ask someone. Generally, when they're too far gone to even know what's going on they're more likely to give answers. And if this is going to be for interrogation, answers are what they're likely after. Honest ones.

halfhuman_hero August 15 2010, 02:21:35 UTC

Doyle's in no particular position to really question right now. He barely notices how quickly Kat obtains the clipboard, only notes that she actually has one now and how much sicker he feels ( ... )

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