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paradisalogs2013-07-09 02:57 pm
savethedarkness) wrote in paradisalogs2013-07-09 02:57 pm
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don't let it bring you down, it's only castles burning
Who: Olivia and Gary
What: Talk of the end, the means, and justification
When: July 1st
Where: Olivia's room
Rating: R for eventual language and possible discussion of horror type stuff
It had been a few days since her conversation with Gary... since the conversation had somehow turned to her late husband, and the other man had asked her if her career, the life she led, had been worth it. She had invited him to come and discuss it in private, as she still didn't trust the filters worth a damn in certain circumstances. It wasn't until they'd finished talking that she'd realized that giving him her room number meant he'd realize she'd been giving him a false name for months, even though she was beginning to consider him a friend. Best to tell him the whole story, then, she decided.... That was, if he came calling at all.
But she was years, no, decades past fretting over whether or not people would follow through on social invitations. So despite the time past, she was relatively at ease as she sat in her room, leafing through a book, a stereo playing quietly on her desk, the previous week's events momentarily out of mind.
What: Talk of the end, the means, and justification
When: July 1st
Where: Olivia's room
Rating: R for eventual language and possible discussion of horror type stuff
It had been a few days since her conversation with Gary... since the conversation had somehow turned to her late husband, and the other man had asked her if her career, the life she led, had been worth it. She had invited him to come and discuss it in private, as she still didn't trust the filters worth a damn in certain circumstances. It wasn't until they'd finished talking that she'd realized that giving him her room number meant he'd realize she'd been giving him a false name for months, even though she was beginning to consider him a friend. Best to tell him the whole story, then, she decided.... That was, if he came calling at all.
But she was years, no, decades past fretting over whether or not people would follow through on social invitations. So despite the time past, she was relatively at ease as she sat in her room, leafing through a book, a stereo playing quietly on her desk, the previous week's events momentarily out of mind.