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Dated 9-28-2013
Sep. 29th, 2013 09:01 pmHe hasn't worked much since coming back from the world with the monsters. He tells himself that its because his arm's taken longer to heal than he thought and he doesn't want to screw up a hunt. But he knows better. It's the drinking and the gambling that he's been picking back up. Nights he stays out to sober up before going home, telling Elizabeth that he's working, using his winnings in lieu of actual wages, hoping he comes out at least even if not ahead at the end of the night. He's probably starting to get attention from places he doesn't but he can't really bring himself to care much.
He's in way over his head. He could almost handle Darrow, but knowing that Darrow itself could just melt away to some kind of nightmare, that it could take Elizabeth away and never giver her back... That hurts in a way he can't explain. His headaches, migraines, according to Emma, are getting worse and that's just another thing on the damn list. How can he protect her when she could walk through a door and disappear? He made himself a promise, get her out of Columbia, get her free. Guess he managed the first, but the second's getting harder by the day.
Shifting in his car seat he winces at the pain in his arm and he takes a pull of whiskey from the flask in his pocket. It's supposed to be an easy job, but his mark sure seems to be taking his damn sweet time leaving his girlfriend's place. His phone is silent and he's wondering if the girl's had second thoughts about calling him when her man leaves. Be just his luck if he's sitting here while his mark's sneaking out the back. With a curse, he opens the door. Might as well go check the back. Can't kill him, right?
He's in way over his head. He could almost handle Darrow, but knowing that Darrow itself could just melt away to some kind of nightmare, that it could take Elizabeth away and never giver her back... That hurts in a way he can't explain. His headaches, migraines, according to Emma, are getting worse and that's just another thing on the damn list. How can he protect her when she could walk through a door and disappear? He made himself a promise, get her out of Columbia, get her free. Guess he managed the first, but the second's getting harder by the day.
Shifting in his car seat he winces at the pain in his arm and he takes a pull of whiskey from the flask in his pocket. It's supposed to be an easy job, but his mark sure seems to be taking his damn sweet time leaving his girlfriend's place. His phone is silent and he's wondering if the girl's had second thoughts about calling him when her man leaves. Be just his luck if he's sitting here while his mark's sneaking out the back. With a curse, he opens the door. Might as well go check the back. Can't kill him, right?
