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pineslog2017-07-05 11:20 am
sirnyxalot) wrote in pineslog2017-07-05 11:20 am
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Just a young gun with a quick fuse;
Who: Nyx Ulric
Where: Town, the gym, at home, etc
When: July Catch-all
What: In a single day the world changed. Let's talk about that.
Warnings: Probably too many emotions to count.
[Open]
[In a single day the world changed, and with it Nyx felt at home. What does it say about him that without an active war he'd felt stagnant? Like he was treading water;
trying to keep his head up. Now there's a target, a goal, and a not-insignificant part of him was happy.
As happy as a man can be when people have died, anyway.
After the attack all he could do was try to recover. Three days of being unable to just stop and shut down left him vulnerable, and the moment everything was over he crashed. An inoculation, two days of rest, and a return to the hospital later to have his wounds actually looked at by a professional and he was about as good as he was going to get.
The moment they announced the option to go beyond the wall, Nyx signed up for their tests. He was no use to anyone sitting safely behind the wall (a sentiment that he was more than familiar with).
Until they got their shit together, however, he had little to do but help repair what was damaged, and finally, finally, being able to talk about what he'd been holding back for months. There were a few people that deserved the truth, after all.]
(Focused starters below for closed threads)
Where: Town, the gym, at home, etc
When: July Catch-all
What: In a single day the world changed. Let's talk about that.
Warnings: Probably too many emotions to count.
[Open]
[In a single day the world changed, and with it Nyx felt at home. What does it say about him that without an active war he'd felt stagnant? Like he was treading water;
trying to keep his head up. Now there's a target, a goal, and a not-insignificant part of him was happy.
As happy as a man can be when people have died, anyway.
After the attack all he could do was try to recover. Three days of being unable to just stop and shut down left him vulnerable, and the moment everything was over he crashed. An inoculation, two days of rest, and a return to the hospital later to have his wounds actually looked at by a professional and he was about as good as he was going to get.
The moment they announced the option to go beyond the wall, Nyx signed up for their tests. He was no use to anyone sitting safely behind the wall (a sentiment that he was more than familiar with).
Until they got their shit together, however, he had little to do but help repair what was damaged, and finally, finally, being able to talk about what he'd been holding back for months. There were a few people that deserved the truth, after all.]
(Focused starters below for closed threads)
no subject
He clasps his hands together on the table, studying them for a moment. It's not any easier stepping over this hurdle having been given time to think about what he wanted to say. Any carefully made scripts were long since tossed out on the walk over here.]
I have a promise to keep and I won't shy away from that. There aren't many here who can talk about Insomnia.