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Garret hasn't been sleeping. When he closes his eyes, all he sees are corpses floating across his vision, causing waves of nausea to rise. He covers the shudder of revulsion with a swig of coffee or beer, whatever is on hand. He's aware something stronger would be a better distraction--the burn as it slides down his throat and it would do a ( Read more... ) -
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Garret's not sure when Cyric's going to show up, or what he wants to eat, so he's on the couch and ordering a wide variety.
Even if he doesn't like fried rice or lo mein, you can't really go wrong with ribs. He hangs up and stretches out on his couch to wait for the delivery guy or Cyric, whoever comes first. -
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Garret slips under his bedcovers, too exhausted to change clothes. He falls asleep almost immediately, feeling the heavy warm press of sleep bearing down on him.
Someone was in bed with him but he was alone, wasn't he? He should be panicking. The memory of that vampire stalking him wasn't so far behind, he still made sure there was silver or ( Read more... ) -
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Garret invited his...friend, boyfriend, whatever, over for dinner ( Read more... ) -
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Three days after talking to Cyric in the Nexus, Garret is waiting where he said, a nice digital camera in one hand. -
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The portal leads to a park that has been very obviously neglected. "My building's about a block away," Garret mutters, digging through his pockets for a cigarette. He needs one, just now. "You mind smoke?" -
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((Because the mun is a moron and didn't think to do this earlier...this post is for any who want to contact 'Iota' for the personal ads.))
Garret's at his usual cafe, usual cigarette and usual coffee in his hand. And his cel phone on. -
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Characters: Garret
Prompt: Work
Word Count: 162
Rating: PG
Summary: Another day of work for Garret
He lit up another cigarette and let it rest between his lips, inhaling the smoke as he stared at his computer screen. Garret glared at the blank whiteness of the open Word document, willing words to appear. None did, of course. He sighed deeply ( Read more... ) -
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Characters: Garret
Prompt: Birth
Word Count: 125
Rating: PG
Summary: Garret sees something he wants to forget.
He could see it. The baby was wailing--no, bawling, that's a better word--bawling it's lungs out, red and wrinkled and...and the ugliest thing Garret could remember seeing. And he'd just seen the baby come out and...yeurgh. But the thing ( Read more... )