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tushanshu_logs2013-12-06 05:48 pm
lostundercover) wrote in tushanshu_logs2013-12-06 05:48 pm
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I CAN'T BREATHE, I CAN'T SLEEP
Characters: Abigail Hobbs + Billy Costigan [CLOSED]
Date: forward-dated slightly to late tonight (12/6)
Location: Costigan's suite
Situation: Abigail's nightmares finally coincide with Costigan's
Warnings/Rating: PG-13. Likely mentions of serial homicide, cannibalism, torture, gore, and possible drug use.
Costigan is awake.
He's surprised, with the amount of alcohol and drugs he has been consuming, that he isn't more tired. He thought he was, but maybe that was only the affect of Catty's magic bullshit. Now, he has no idea what's his own body and mind and what's simply an effect of some other person's irresponsible undertakings. His memories, his sanity, his health. Everything is susceptible now. Maybe that's the idea that keeps him up at night and spurs the nightmares that have returned.
The undercover sits silently on the couch in his living room, minimal light streaming in through the windows but otherwise dark in the room. He sips at the bottle of whiskey-like liquor he was able to attain recently and frowns at the blank wall as if watching a television. His mind is too distracted within itself to do much else anyway.
When the screams break the silence, Costigan immediately snatches up the Walther PPK from beside him and drops the glass onto the table as he stands. He's moving swiftly towards Abigail's room as they continue, clicking off the safety and readying for a fight. There's no hesitation as he bursts into her room, gun armed and ready at his side, trying to locate the source of her distress.
Date: forward-dated slightly to late tonight (12/6)
Location: Costigan's suite
Situation: Abigail's nightmares finally coincide with Costigan's
Warnings/Rating: PG-13. Likely mentions of serial homicide, cannibalism, torture, gore, and possible drug use.
Costigan is awake.
He's surprised, with the amount of alcohol and drugs he has been consuming, that he isn't more tired. He thought he was, but maybe that was only the affect of Catty's magic bullshit. Now, he has no idea what's his own body and mind and what's simply an effect of some other person's irresponsible undertakings. His memories, his sanity, his health. Everything is susceptible now. Maybe that's the idea that keeps him up at night and spurs the nightmares that have returned.
The undercover sits silently on the couch in his living room, minimal light streaming in through the windows but otherwise dark in the room. He sips at the bottle of whiskey-like liquor he was able to attain recently and frowns at the blank wall as if watching a television. His mind is too distracted within itself to do much else anyway.
When the screams break the silence, Costigan immediately snatches up the Walther PPK from beside him and drops the glass onto the table as he stands. He's moving swiftly towards Abigail's room as they continue, clicking off the safety and readying for a fight. There's no hesitation as he bursts into her room, gun armed and ready at his side, trying to locate the source of her distress.