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purplerhino in outer_zone_rpg

Out , Out, damned spot...

May 11, 2008 22:57

Who: Dave, Greg?
When: January 19th, 2 am
Where: Married section, guard ward

What: Dave has a minor breakdown

Dave kicked away the clothing he’d worn for the last day. The smell of filth and blood soaked into the very fibers.

Dave was an efficient and accomplished killer. He could kill a man with a pinky thick stick shoved into an ( Read more... )

01/19, johnson, dave

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guard_of_az May 12 2008, 09:42:43 UTC

Greg returned to the guard ward of the Palace, for the first time since the morning of the seventeenth. Very few of the guards had gotten any sleep the night the rescue party was out searching for the Princesses, and he had not been among them. Instead he had attempted to create some sort of structure among the chaos for the guards, as a guard with some power and seniority he was able to make sure the guard shifts ran on schedule, that security was kept up while the Captain and his Second were in the Realm. While his lifemate was in the Realm ( ... )

purplerhino May 12 2008, 20:05:23 UTC

Dave only became aware of his husband when the other man took his scrub-brush away. It was rather rude, really. Next thing you knew he'd start borrowing his toothbrush ( ... )

guard_of_az May 13 2008, 00:40:36 UTC

Setting the scrub brush out of reach of Dave, Greg knelt down beside his lifemate, unheeding of the water pounding on them both. Of the fact that his pants were getting soaked both from the shower's spray and from being in contact with wet tile ( ... )

purplerhino May 13 2008, 01:20:03 UTC

"Oh baby, you get to play top tonight." It came out sounding as hollow as it felt.

"I think... I think I might be a monster. The things you tell kids hide under the beds and grab their feet if they try to sneak out before morning." Dave moved along woodenly to the shared room of the married wing.

They got a bigger room, with a fireplace and a sitting area, due to Dave's rank.

"It was supposed to be over. Not the death. You sign up for this and you know death is gonna follow, maybe even catch up." Dave reached out to run shaking fingers over the place Greg had been shot. But the rest. The good guys won. So why don't I feel like a good guy? Why did.... there were things Longcoats did. We were supposed to be above that. I never was."

Dave poured himself a generous glass of whiskey. Not the best idea on an empty stomach right now, but he felt the need in his shaking hand.

He gave a brittle laugh. "Here's to feeling satisfaction for a job well done."

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