phillysfinest: (havin' a smoke)
Waxey Gordon ([personal profile] phillysfinest) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet 2015-01-01 08:45 pm (UTC)

[No no NO tell your employer to stay the fuck away keep all of you fuckin' freaks away (why had he even considered working with them in the first place?) but fuck if he can say anything at all and anyway she's gone, thank every piece of shit god there's ever been, she's gone and...

And he can't feel her anymore. Her or that, whatever it was'd invaded his fucking skin and kept him from struggling. Oh thank, oh thank-- He collapses, knocking his knees against concrete, not giving a shit. He'll have to pull himself together and get cleaned up. Call someone over (and he will not, he will not fucking tell them what happened; call it an attack from behind, a mugging, who the fuck knows; they can always find some schmuck to pin it on, exact a false justice for show's sake).

That'll come later. For now, he's just going to lay right here and try to wipe his memory of those terrible fucking eyes and that creeping under his skin.]

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