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Room 219, Thursday Morning
Jul. 30th, 2009 09:19 amOh, not cool, sleep. Not cool at all.
With all of the nightmares that Zack had been dragged into over the course of the night, you'd think that he'd at least be well-rested. But he woke up this morning feeling as though he'd been hit by a bus. Not rested at all. And these nightmares were sticking fast to his mind, as though he'd been there himself.
Not in the least reassuring, that. Not when there was so much enjoyment being pulled from the hunt, from the kill, not for the taste of it, but for the game of it. It was different, being in SOLDIER. He hunted to protect himself, to keep other people safe. He enjoyed it, but not like that.
There was something else that had been said in one of those dreams, as well. Something about being left behind. And it was just as big a slap to the face as the bloodlust had been.
And so Zack was picking up his PHS, and dialing a number back in Midgar that he hadn't had the time to dial since he'd gotten here.
"Hey, Angeal? Oh, yeah, I'm doing... fine. I was just wondering if you'd tell me one of your stories. Yeah, one of the ones about dreams, and honor...?"
By the time he hung up again, he was at least feeling less sick about things. Even if he was still tired.
[Open for the roomie, or anyone who has any need to pop by to poke the puppy!]
With all of the nightmares that Zack had been dragged into over the course of the night, you'd think that he'd at least be well-rested. But he woke up this morning feeling as though he'd been hit by a bus. Not rested at all. And these nightmares were sticking fast to his mind, as though he'd been there himself.
Not in the least reassuring, that. Not when there was so much enjoyment being pulled from the hunt, from the kill, not for the taste of it, but for the game of it. It was different, being in SOLDIER. He hunted to protect himself, to keep other people safe. He enjoyed it, but not like that.
There was something else that had been said in one of those dreams, as well. Something about being left behind. And it was just as big a slap to the face as the bloodlust had been.
And so Zack was picking up his PHS, and dialing a number back in Midgar that he hadn't had the time to dial since he'd gotten here.
"Hey, Angeal? Oh, yeah, I'm doing... fine. I was just wondering if you'd tell me one of your stories. Yeah, one of the ones about dreams, and honor...?"
By the time he hung up again, he was at least feeling less sick about things. Even if he was still tired.
[Open for the roomie, or anyone who has any need to pop by to poke the puppy!]
