[Log (Backdated)] [Week 17, Day 1]
Who: Mello [searedsuccessor], Matt [mightstealyrcar], Jessica [in_starvation] PRETTY MUCH ANYONE WHO LIVES IN/VISITS THE HOUSE.
Status: Closedish
Style: Action
Where: Yomisato
When: Week 17, Day 1
Rating: PG-13, completely subject to change.
Summary: Mello takes J up on her offer to crash at her and Matt's place.
[Some things are unavoidable, not worth fighting against. Because in the end, these are the things that someone will default to, and having fought against it before then will have been a waste of time. And some things aren’t worth expelling the energy, such as seeking to reestablish a base location, when one was practically laid out in his lap, handed to him by someone he’d never given a second thought to, once he reached back home.
But this isn’t back home. This is a place where sleeping out in the woods can get someone killed. This is a place where it would be downright stupid not to accept an offer of shelter, especially since Mello has absolutely nothing set in stone here, and wandering around is a pointless distraction from more pressing matters.
Mello will take Jessica up on her offer, for now. For a while, maybe. Until he can figure out what he’s going to do here, once he can find a place in himself where everything calms down, and he can think about what he’s going to do here. He’s not there yet, but realizes that it’s something he has to bring himself down to accept. Home is darkness. Home is fucking nonexistent, and Mello thinks that for all of the bitching that has gone on inside of his head since waking up here, he’s not entirely sure he would rather be dead.
He remembers taking what he didn’t realize was his last breath, and now one comes after the other as though they’d never stopped at all. Mello isn’t entirely sure he can be upset about that, no matter the circumstances surrounding it.
And standing in front of this door isn’t something that he isn’t entirely sure he can be annoyed over, either. Because for the weeks that he was home, despite the fact that it wasn’t here, it was impossible to breathe. Too much shit going on. Too much tension and adrenalin pumping through his veins, keeping him alert at all times, mindful of the fact that every second of that goddamn fight might’ve been his last.
And when sore knuckles knock against the wood, Mello thinks that maybe he should accept the offer with a thanks, and go crash out for a little while. Feeling woozy isn’t something new to him, but it isn’t exactly something that he enjoys, either. Sleep it off. It’ll make everything clearer and easier to deal with, once he wakes.]
Status: Closedish
Style: Action
Where: Yomisato
When: Week 17, Day 1
Rating: PG-13, completely subject to change.
Summary: Mello takes J up on her offer to crash at her and Matt's place.
[Some things are unavoidable, not worth fighting against. Because in the end, these are the things that someone will default to, and having fought against it before then will have been a waste of time. And some things aren’t worth expelling the energy, such as seeking to reestablish a base location, when one was practically laid out in his lap, handed to him by someone he’d never given a second thought to, once he reached back home.
But this isn’t back home. This is a place where sleeping out in the woods can get someone killed. This is a place where it would be downright stupid not to accept an offer of shelter, especially since Mello has absolutely nothing set in stone here, and wandering around is a pointless distraction from more pressing matters.
Mello will take Jessica up on her offer, for now. For a while, maybe. Until he can figure out what he’s going to do here, once he can find a place in himself where everything calms down, and he can think about what he’s going to do here. He’s not there yet, but realizes that it’s something he has to bring himself down to accept. Home is darkness. Home is fucking nonexistent, and Mello thinks that for all of the bitching that has gone on inside of his head since waking up here, he’s not entirely sure he would rather be dead.
He remembers taking what he didn’t realize was his last breath, and now one comes after the other as though they’d never stopped at all. Mello isn’t entirely sure he can be upset about that, no matter the circumstances surrounding it.
And standing in front of this door isn’t something that he isn’t entirely sure he can be annoyed over, either. Because for the weeks that he was home, despite the fact that it wasn’t here, it was impossible to breathe. Too much shit going on. Too much tension and adrenalin pumping through his veins, keeping him alert at all times, mindful of the fact that every second of that goddamn fight might’ve been his last.
And when sore knuckles knock against the wood, Mello thinks that maybe he should accept the offer with a thanks, and go crash out for a little while. Feeling woozy isn’t something new to him, but it isn’t exactly something that he enjoys, either. Sleep it off. It’ll make everything clearer and easier to deal with, once he wakes.]