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bitemefightme) wrote in
recolle2017-06-11 01:22 pm
[Closed] It's Easier To Run
WHO: Fai and Orion
WHERE: Orion's apartment
WHEN: 6/11
WHAT: Orion has a breakdown from his hallucinations
WARNINGS: Alcoholism; Schizophrenic episode(s); Probably self-esteem issues; will update as needed.
Orion had shut himself in his apartment two days ago. He hasn't been calling in to work, he isn't answering messages. In fact, his phone was probably dead at this point, not having been on a charger since he arrived home. He just locked himself up in his apartment, grabbed a large bottle of vodka from the fridge, and hid in a corner, somewhere amongst a few piles of clothes, littered from who-knows-how-long ago, with his back to the corner and staring at the door. As if whatever scared him might follow him in.
The only time he moves from that spot is to use the restroom or grab another bottle of liquor, but he promptly returns to it once he's finished. He can't remember how many times he's blacked out from drinking. But he manages to note in his most recent round of consciousness that there was two nearly-empty bottles lying at his feet, along with a littering of beer cans. He was still gripping tightly to a mostly full bottle of rum. He winces from trying to count, chugging back some more rum in the attempt to fight off the already-existant hangover. The sunlight peering through the blinds wasn't helping in the slightest.
He's slept mostly upright, when the alcohol knocked him out, hunched over his knees. He hasn't even showered at all. His hair was in massive disarray, his shirt was wrinkled and covered in liquor stains. He'd left his pants somewhere, probably in the restroom, so he was in his boxers. He definitely wanted more sleep. Still...
He fondles around nearby for his phone, having no idea where he left it.
"Fuck..." he groans under his breath. "I just wanna know what time it is..."
After a few more grabs at random clothing, he leans his head back. He feels too nauseous for this shit.
"Ugh, Hell... I give up. I probably don't have a job anymore anyway..."
WHERE: Orion's apartment
WHEN: 6/11
WHAT: Orion has a breakdown from his hallucinations
WARNINGS: Alcoholism; Schizophrenic episode(s); Probably self-esteem issues; will update as needed.
Orion had shut himself in his apartment two days ago. He hasn't been calling in to work, he isn't answering messages. In fact, his phone was probably dead at this point, not having been on a charger since he arrived home. He just locked himself up in his apartment, grabbed a large bottle of vodka from the fridge, and hid in a corner, somewhere amongst a few piles of clothes, littered from who-knows-how-long ago, with his back to the corner and staring at the door. As if whatever scared him might follow him in.
The only time he moves from that spot is to use the restroom or grab another bottle of liquor, but he promptly returns to it once he's finished. He can't remember how many times he's blacked out from drinking. But he manages to note in his most recent round of consciousness that there was two nearly-empty bottles lying at his feet, along with a littering of beer cans. He was still gripping tightly to a mostly full bottle of rum. He winces from trying to count, chugging back some more rum in the attempt to fight off the already-existant hangover. The sunlight peering through the blinds wasn't helping in the slightest.
He's slept mostly upright, when the alcohol knocked him out, hunched over his knees. He hasn't even showered at all. His hair was in massive disarray, his shirt was wrinkled and covered in liquor stains. He'd left his pants somewhere, probably in the restroom, so he was in his boxers. He definitely wanted more sleep. Still...
He fondles around nearby for his phone, having no idea where he left it.
"Fuck..." he groans under his breath. "I just wanna know what time it is..."
After a few more grabs at random clothing, he leans his head back. He feels too nauseous for this shit.
"Ugh, Hell... I give up. I probably don't have a job anymore anyway..."

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But Orion's part in that conversation had been so odd. Unless his neighbor really thinks Kaiba is a threat somehow, Orion's behavior might even be described as... obsessive? Which frankly has Fai a little worried, even though he doesn't really think Orion would ever do anything. The man's not exactly gentle, but he's never been anything other than civilized or downright thoughtful (much as he might try to deny that last descriptor).
Finally Fai shakes his head and pulls out his phone to text and ask Orion if they can talk.
And Orion doesn't answer.
It's not like him. Sure, it might take Orion a while to find his phone (Fai knows all too well the usual state of that apartment) but he always answers back. It's been over a full day. Is Orion mad at him now?
Which is how eventually Fai finds himself knocking at Orion's door with a worried look on his face and a peace offering of food (half of a coffee cake) in his other hand.
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Despite himself, he digs a hand through a nearby pile of clothes until he finds a pair of wrinkled jeans and tugs them on.
"One second..." he manages to say, unsure if it's loud enough for the visitor to hear considering he's trying not to induce his headache into a splitting one. Not that all the moving around that's required to pull his pants on is helping.
When he stands up, he feels like falling right back over. He braces himself on the sofa as he tries to find the will to keep standing.
...Yea, no. That's not happening.
"Can you let yourself in...?" He calls out as loud as he can before dropping himself on the sofa and covering his eyes with his arm. With any luck, it'll be Baren or Fai, so that he doesn't have to answer the door.
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Honestly, Fai doesn't know how to take that. With Orion it's hard to tell whether the other man is distracted, maybe doing something like hunting for hidden cameras again, or just doesn't care enough to come to the door. Thankfully Fai still has his spare key; he fishes his keys from his pocket and unlocks the door, pushing it open just far enough to get a decent look at the room beyond.
Well... it's a mess, but that's kind of to be expected. And Orion's lying on the couch. Fai's brow creases with worry. "Are you sure it's okay if I come in?"
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He shifts himself on the sofa to sit up, to give Fai a decent place to sit. He's pretty sure the room is spinning when he manages to prop himself on the corner of the sofa. He'll consider himself lucky if he doesn't puke.
Speaking of which, where did he leave that bottle? After some glimpsing around, he sees it on the floor near his feet and he tries to use his foot to prop it up to make it easier to grab. He wants to bend down as little as possible.
He rubs his face with a hand as it proves to be a more frustrating tag than he anticipated. Then groans as he remembers Fai's presence.
"Did you need something?" He's pretty sure Fai came over for a reason. He hopes it's not more food. Nothing sounds more unappealing in this moment.
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Despite the space that Orion's left him on the couch, Fai sets off for the kitchen instead. "Hold that thought." The coffee cake goes on the counter in the kitchen, and Fai manages to scrounge up a clean glass for water. When he returns to the living room he sits on the couch next to Orion and offers the glass out to him.
"Here, drink as much as you can. Do you need aspirin?"
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Usually he texts Baren to come rescue him, but... again, he couldn't find his phone anyway.
Orion moves to chug the glass, and winces visibly, finishing the glass only about halfway before he rubs a hand over his face.
"Bathroom sink," he manages to answer. He thinks he left it there. Or was it in his bedroom on the stand? Or maybe he put it in the fridge? Fuck, aspirin sounds like Heaven right now. He hopes he left it on the bathroom sink.