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tampered2007-09-14 01:15 am
sister-samurai.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2007-09-14 01:15 am
Log; Ongoing
When; September 10th, evening (backdated)
Rating; PG [Use of alcohol; may go up due to language]
Characters; Yumie Takagi [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sister_samurai] & Doris Lang [hunterborn]
Summary; After a long weekend of false motherhood rubs salt in a few wounds and rekindles a few sorrows, the solution obviously lies in drowning them.AKA, "Let's write drunken idiocy."
Log;
Yumie didn't really know Doris Lang. She knew of her, knew several facts about her from what the other woman posted to the network, yet the two had never actually spoken before this last weekend. And maybe, were Yumie to spend any length of time around anyone at the moment, it was better that it was someone she didn't really know. Doris may have stayed with Hellsing, may have come from one version of their world, but she was from a very different time, and in Yumie's mind that created an acceptable distance from the events and people that troubled her.
The two hours she had instructed Doris to wait before coming over had nearly passed, time spent on a trip to the Underground, to cut and kill and scream wordless rage into the gloom when she had run out of profanities, and Yumie felt better for it. Not good, certainly, but better and able to play hostess in this proposed excercise in commiseration and friendly alcohol comsumption.
Setting bottle and glasses upon the coffee table, Yumie told herself she wouldn't drink too much. She had promised to help build a church in the morning.
Rating; PG [Use of alcohol; may go up due to language]
Characters; Yumie Takagi [
sister_samurai] & Doris Lang [hunterborn]Summary; After a long weekend of false motherhood rubs salt in a few wounds and rekindles a few sorrows, the solution obviously lies in drowning them.
Log;
Yumie didn't really know Doris Lang. She knew of her, knew several facts about her from what the other woman posted to the network, yet the two had never actually spoken before this last weekend. And maybe, were Yumie to spend any length of time around anyone at the moment, it was better that it was someone she didn't really know. Doris may have stayed with Hellsing, may have come from one version of their world, but she was from a very different time, and in Yumie's mind that created an acceptable distance from the events and people that troubled her.
The two hours she had instructed Doris to wait before coming over had nearly passed, time spent on a trip to the Underground, to cut and kill and scream wordless rage into the gloom when she had run out of profanities, and Yumie felt better for it. Not good, certainly, but better and able to play hostess in this proposed excercise in commiseration and friendly alcohol comsumption.
Setting bottle and glasses upon the coffee table, Yumie told herself she wouldn't drink too much. She had promised to help build a church in the morning.