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heyfreemagic2015-09-18 11:52 pm
jonesiseverywhere) wrote in heyfreemagic2015-09-18 11:52 pm
[OPEN] Some house apes don't domesticate well
[Casey just wanted everything to be...no big deal again.
He'd been cooped up in the apartment too long, with himself and an overflow of energy and a lot of bad thoughts. Greg had come back from the dead and everything was good. Wash had come back from his home (or...wherever) and everything was cool, right? They were basically playing on God Mode now. Yeah, it freaked his friends out at first, but it ought to make them all feel invincible now.
Why didn't it?
Why couldn't he even figure out if it made himself feel invincible?
The question had left him completely restless. He hadn't slept well the night Greg came back, and there was only one cure for it: patrol.
Well, OK, more like looking for a fight. It's just how he unwinds when he's stressed.
He'd mastered the art of climbing out the window in the middle of the night, though he hasn't absolutely nailed down yet if the people he's living with hear him every single time he does. Maybe after he does it five nights in a row...
The thick air, the sounds heightened by silence, the heavy black of the night promising action and danger and the excitement he lived for. He could spend it skating from roof to roof, hunting Nox, seeking out his fellow night owls for whatever adventure they find after all decent people have gone to bed.
He's got his padding and his mask and a head full of steam. Let's see what's goin' down...]
He'd been cooped up in the apartment too long, with himself and an overflow of energy and a lot of bad thoughts. Greg had come back from the dead and everything was good. Wash had come back from his home (or...wherever) and everything was cool, right? They were basically playing on God Mode now. Yeah, it freaked his friends out at first, but it ought to make them all feel invincible now.
Why didn't it?
Why couldn't he even figure out if it made himself feel invincible?
The question had left him completely restless. He hadn't slept well the night Greg came back, and there was only one cure for it: patrol.
Well, OK, more like looking for a fight. It's just how he unwinds when he's stressed.
He'd mastered the art of climbing out the window in the middle of the night, though he hasn't absolutely nailed down yet if the people he's living with hear him every single time he does. Maybe after he does it five nights in a row...
The thick air, the sounds heightened by silence, the heavy black of the night promising action and danger and the excitement he lived for. He could spend it skating from roof to roof, hunting Nox, seeking out his fellow night owls for whatever adventure they find after all decent people have gone to bed.
He's got his padding and his mask and a head full of steam. Let's see what's goin' down...]
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That's jacked up, man.
[He's silent for a moment, trying to wrap his head around his own emotions, fighting the headache he's developing. The idea kind of catches in his head. He's always picked the winning battles before, and he doesn't know how to do it any differently.]
...I'll try, OK? I can try.
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[Except it wasn't; the war had been over at that point. That was backstabbing and manipulation and betrayal and-]
[And not the issue at hand. He takes a moment, takes a breath, and refocuses.]
Okay.