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memes. ([personal profile] memetical) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2013-09-22 03:36 pm

the insomnia meme.

the i n s o m n i a meme

It happens to everyone - sometimes, you have nights where you just can't fall asleep, no matter what you do. It could be for a number of reasons, or no reason at all. And this is what's happened now: you've been laying in bed for what feels like hours, just tossing and turning, and nothing seems to help. So what's left to do? Get out of bed and go wake someone else up, of course. If you're not getting any sleep, then why should they?

i n s t r u c t i o n s

• Post with your character (note the name and fandom in the subject).
• Other people reply to you by generating a number from 1 to 10.
• Have fun!

o p t i o n s

01 • FEAR. Maybe you're hearing strange, indeterminable noises; maybe there's a severe storm happening outside; maybe you watched a scary movie before bed? Whatever the reason, you're terrified and it's keeping you awake. You just want to wake someone else up so they can protect you from the monster in your closet.
02 • HUNGER. Your stomach is growling and it just won't stop. Or perhaps your throat is so dry you could cough up a tumbleweed? Well, you've gone to the kitchen to remedy this and hey, that was a pan that just dropped on the floor. It was loud enough to wake the dead! Oops.
03 • PAIN. Your body is completely worn out, be it from exercise, battle, sickness, or what have you. Either way you're in enough pain to keep you from sleeping, so maybe someone else has a home remedy or something, or can at least help you take your mind off of it.
04 • SOLITUDE. For some reason, your bed just feels so empty at the moment. You're feeling terribly lonely and really just want someone to keep you company for a while. Maybe it'd be easier to fall asleep if you're with them...
05 • DISCOMFORT. Your room is an oven. Either that or a freezer. Or maybe this bed is just really uncomfortable? Who knows why you can't get to sleep, it feels like it could be anything. Why even bother trying? Maybe someone else can preoccupy you until you feel tired enough to ignore your discomfort.
06 • PENSIVE. Something's on your mind, and no matter how hard you try to focus elsewhere, it's just not going to work. Your body may be tired, but your mind is incredibly busy and it's virtually impossible to get to sleep. Surely, talking it out with someone else will help?
07 • SADNESS. Something terrible has happened that day, perhaps; or you could just be severely depressed. Either way you're trying your hardest not to cry yourself to sleep, and it's not working at all. Better find a way to get it out of your system somehow; you need a shoulder to cry on.
08 • ANGER. You are just... fuming. Who knows why - that annoying dog is barking again, or maybe the people next door are getting busy and keeping you awake. Whatever the reason for your ire is, you'd better put an end to it so you can get some damn rest already! Go wake up a friend so you can complain to them.
09 • RESTLESS. You're far too energetic to sleep right now. Maybe you're just trying to do so out of necessity - you have to be up early tomorrow! But you just don't think you'll be able to fall asleep for a while now, so why waste the time trying to sleep when you could be doing something else? Namely bothering someone else - you're totally jealous because they're getting more sleep than you.
10 • WILDCARD. Choose one of the options above, or make up your own scenario.

hitorabu: (Default)

Orihara Izaya | Durarara!! | OTA

[personal profile] hitorabu 2013-09-23 11:47 am (UTC)(link)
Izaya doesn't sleep much, but there generally aren't any dramatic reasons for that. Your poor suffering character may:
- see him skipping walking through the city
- find him in a chatroom, most likely under an alias
- reach him on the phone, if they have his number and he's curious enough to pick up
- visit his office, if he's generous enough to let them in
- [insert other scenario here; it's all good]
loveshead: (My sadness is your happiness)

[personal profile] loveshead 2013-09-24 05:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Mika sufficed as his proxy girlfriend. She doted on him, brought him home-made lunches at least once a week, and loved it when they sat outside -- at school, the park, wherever -- holding and cradling each other. Who cared if everyone else sneered or looked uncomfortable. Their loss. She even took a picture of the wall he bashed her head in that night when she found Celty's head, a memento of their life as a couple to come.

But that was the thing: Mika was no Celty. And the nights when he couldn't fall asleep was when that reality hit hard. Sometimes, like tonight, he'd get up and roam Ikebukuro hoping to find some inkling of his true beloved's existence. He hadn't been lucky so far, but if he kept at it, surely they'd be reunited! Besides, what kind of believer in love would give up searching for his destined mate?

Seiji had walked for an hour now. The physical exertion so late in the night was tiring him. Falling asleep may have been his initial goal when he went to bed, but now that he was out in the city he couldn't be lulled to slumber during his pursuit. He had to keep going, he thought. His eyelids sank over his eyes, and his gait swayed side to side. Seiji bumped shoulders with someone dressed in black, and he uttered a customary "sorry," but he didn't stop walking.
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[personal profile] hitorabu 2013-09-24 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Business is the reason why Izaya's wandering around late at night - or, at least, it's why he headed out. That's all done, now; it's nothing but hobby from now on, unhurriedly making his way back to his apartment while checking the latest Dollars messages on his phone. All things considered, he should have probably been a little more careful, but that swerve comes unexpected. Bumped into, Izaya turns with the movement, his free hand in his pocket, already grabbing hold of -...

But that won't be necessary, will it? Well, well... A familiar face. Izaya grins, standing in place.

"Ah... Seiji-kun, right?" Not that Izaya really needs to ask, but since Mika used that name, it's information he can be expected to have. Of course, it's always possible that Seiji doesn't remember him... Such a shame that would be! "Out all alone? Don't tell me your fake love ended up biting the dust after all? It was so uniquely honest in its artificialness."

There - how's that for a friendly reminder?
Edited (Clarification is a thing.) 2013-09-24 19:40 (UTC)
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[personal profile] loveshead 2013-09-24 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
The sound of his name snaps Seiji out of his stupor, but while the way he was addressed is familiar, the voice didn't register as well. He stops, raises his head from his lazy, hunched posture, and then turns around. "Who's asking?" A tall, dark-haired man in a black coat stands in front of him, grinning. The face looks vaguely like someone he's seen before, but he must've figured if this was someone he'd met before, it wasn't a person he deemed important to commit to memory. Admittedly, few people were.

Seiji glares at his through narrow eye slits. His lips press together in a frown before he speaks again. "What would you know about my love? You don't know me, her, or our destiny together." He didn't like this relative stranger lecturing him about his feelings or romantic life.
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[personal profile] hitorabu 2013-09-25 06:49 am (UTC)(link)
"That would depend on the 'her' you're talking about." So innocent a statement, of course; so subtle a hint, almost playful. But really, it's nice to catch up with these particular humans (Mika counting more or less as an attachment, even if not present). And if Izaya can casually mention to Namie later that he saw her brother, so much the better. That's worth a little poking around, isn't it? Not that Izaya really needs an excuse - but those things are fun to play with, too.

"That said, it's sort of my business to know these things, you know... I'm what you'd call an information broker." His smile widens, practically exuding kindness. "I don't think we were properly introduced last time. Orihara Izaya."
loveshead: (Can't believe my eyes)

[personal profile] loveshead 2013-09-25 03:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Seiji backed away a step, eyes still on the man. He gritted his teeth and contemplated his statements. His hand dug into his pocket and felt for a ballpoint pen. In case this Orihara guy threatened him or his love, Seiji was ready to strike back. As much as he hated hearing private details spew out of some stranger's mouth, maybe he knew something about Seiji was looking for if he specialized in information. "Yagiri." Orihara already knew his first name, and Seiji didn't like him addressing him like they were close. "If you're an information broker like you say, what do you know about someone named 'Celty'?" The longer he stared at Orihara, gradually the more he recalled him. And the more he did, the more wary he became to trust him. But if he had the information Seiji needed, he'd have to put those qualms aside.
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[personal profile] hitorabu 2013-09-25 03:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"Right, right... Yagiri-kun." Now there is a family that really lives up to its name. But if Seiji wants the VIP treatment, Izaya doesn't mind playing along. For now.

"Celty?" Izaya makes a show of thinking it over, pronouncing the name carefully, as if it doesn't ring a bell. But then he laughs, a short and harsh sound. "That depends on whether you want her head or her body. They've been separated for some time." When his eyes come to rest on Seiji again, his smile widens, sharpens. Of course Izaya knows exactly what Seiji's after, but he wouldn't want to make it too easy on the young man. It's doing him a favor, really: growth through adversity, and all that.
loveshead: (Pen desu)

[personal profile] loveshead 2013-09-28 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
Seiji keeps his gaze on the other man. He watches him so intently that the cackling startles him, and he responds by whipping the pen out from his pocket and readying his aim. "I already know they're separated. I don't care about her body. Her head is all that matters," he rants. He's still exhausted. He can't tell whether he's said too much as it is. All people -- even his own sister -- want to do with his beloved is experiment on her, keep her trapped in a lab like a rat. No one understands what the two of them have...

He clenches his fist around the writing instrument. He growls through his teeth. "Tell me something I don't know! Where is she?"
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[personal profile] hitorabu 2013-09-28 10:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Oho, not a pen! Scary!" An interesting choice of weapon. Izaya has better, of course, but he's not going to whip anything out just yet; his hands are in his pockets, his posture quite relaxed. He's faced a lot worse than an angry hormonal teen.

"I've told you that information is my job. Sadly, I don't currently accept payment in pens. But perhaps you have something better to offer?" His smile is almost sweet until it turns into something harsher, more business-like. "Or has the disappearance of your sister cut you off from your family's money altogether?"

Not that it's money Izaya wants, necessarily, but with Nebula taking over Yagiri Pharmaceuticals, it can't hurt to have a way in. Of course he's not planning to give Seiji the head no matter what, but between being able to use the kid and wanting to see how far he can be pushed, Izaya is willing to pretend.
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[personal profile] loveshead 2013-09-28 06:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Seiji glowered at Orihara's mocking. He angled the pen downwards, pointing at his pockets. "I'm not paying you with it. This is only the first string weapon. Don't make me use anything after that." There were a scalpel and a box cutter in his other pocket, but he really didn't want to have to resort to those. Of course he'd fight back in the name of his love, but again, he was tired. He might not last as long in one as he would better rested. And Orihara did cut into his defenses more than the teen liked to admit, taunting him with the promise of information on Celty.

The part about Namie marked Seiji's turn to laugh. "She wouldn't let that happen. She loves me too much," he said, punctuating that with a bitter note. He didn't care at this point where his older sister was. He was grateful of her "love" enough to appreciate her taking care of him as they were growing up and to accept the deposits she made in his bank account to finance his expenses and extracurricular dates, wherever they originated. Eventually, that money might run out and he'd have to worry more, but right now he still lived comfortably. "Besides, she only got in the way of my love. This way, I have all the time I need to devote to Celty." He pointed the sharp end of the pen at Orihara. "And I want to know where to find her."
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[personal profile] hitorabu 2013-09-29 07:49 am (UTC)(link)
Now there is an interesting question: what other weapons might Seiji have? Izaya isn't that worried regardless, but the warning is duly noted.

Needless to say, he doesn't extend Seiji the same courtesy.

She loves him too much, indeed... Izaya doesn't bother hiding the way his smile widens. So Seiji knows. It's not a surprise, as such, but it's still an important little fact to store away.

"Yes, yes - you want to know. That much, I'd gathered. But you're still forgetting one little step, Yagiri-kun." Threats don't pay the bills, after all, and while Seiji's attitude amuses Izaya, the novelty of it is quickly wearing off. "Let's see... Ten million yen will do."

Not that Izaya is deliberately aiming too high, or anything! Still, if he was actually planning to give up the head, this would be a bargain.