Takeshi Kovacs (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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reverielogs2018-06-11 11:47 am
resleeves) wrote in reverielogs2018-06-11 11:47 am
make a wish and i'll count to three [ota]
» WHO? kovacs + you
» WHEN? mid june
» WHERE? various
» WHAT? backpack discovery, drinking, nostalgia, introspection
» WARNINGS? language, for sure. anything else, i'll update.
[ hello unicorn.
it's the first thing that kovacs sees when he walks into the mess hall to get something to drink. hello unicorn emblazoned on a pink, dirty backpack. for a second, kovacs is taken right back to bay city, right back to that shitty dealer and his need to buy the whole fucking stash of drugs.
he can feel the harsh lights of the various establishments and smell the stench of booze and blood and death. for a second, kovacs just stares at the backpack, thinking it some kind of trick. when he realizes what the fuck he's doing, he steps closer and grabs the backpack.
it's light which means it's empty but it's still his and he doesn't waste any goddamn time in hefting it on one shoulder and then sitting down to eat.
hello unicorn. ]
[ he's still wearing the backpack. in fact, he hasn't really taken it off since it showed up and he doesn't plan on it either. it doesn't matter that the fucker's empty, it matters that it's hit, it's from bay city and that's enough for a signal for him to tell him that he'll get back there one day.
but, today is not that day so today, he's drinking. while he drinks, he settles the backpack on the bar and goes through it again. there's still nothing but he wants to make sure he hasn't missed anything.
and then he decides to slide a bottle inside of the backpack and zip it up.
now, it's not empty. ]
[ that stupid fucking backpack's made him think of quell. he doesn't know why since she'd never seen it before, not even when she decided to pop up and fuck him up even more. but, he's desperate enough that he doesn't even mind when she appears to him and only him.
he misses her. that's the bottom line. he misses quell but it's a fucking stupid thing to be experiencing because she's dead and she's not coming back. not this time. her stack's probably in little pieces over harlan's world.
why hadn't he stopped to try and find it?
waste of time. ]
Fuck you.
[ and then he punches the observation window, doing absolutely no damage to the thick glass but cracking his knuckles a bit.
good. ]
» WHEN? mid june
» WHERE? various
» WHAT? backpack discovery, drinking, nostalgia, introspection
» WARNINGS? language, for sure. anything else, i'll update.
001. mess hall
[ hello unicorn.
it's the first thing that kovacs sees when he walks into the mess hall to get something to drink. hello unicorn emblazoned on a pink, dirty backpack. for a second, kovacs is taken right back to bay city, right back to that shitty dealer and his need to buy the whole fucking stash of drugs.
he can feel the harsh lights of the various establishments and smell the stench of booze and blood and death. for a second, kovacs just stares at the backpack, thinking it some kind of trick. when he realizes what the fuck he's doing, he steps closer and grabs the backpack.
it's light which means it's empty but it's still his and he doesn't waste any goddamn time in hefting it on one shoulder and then sitting down to eat.
hello unicorn. ]
002. bar
[ he's still wearing the backpack. in fact, he hasn't really taken it off since it showed up and he doesn't plan on it either. it doesn't matter that the fucker's empty, it matters that it's hit, it's from bay city and that's enough for a signal for him to tell him that he'll get back there one day.
but, today is not that day so today, he's drinking. while he drinks, he settles the backpack on the bar and goes through it again. there's still nothing but he wants to make sure he hasn't missed anything.
and then he decides to slide a bottle inside of the backpack and zip it up.
now, it's not empty. ]
003. observation area
[ that stupid fucking backpack's made him think of quell. he doesn't know why since she'd never seen it before, not even when she decided to pop up and fuck him up even more. but, he's desperate enough that he doesn't even mind when she appears to him and only him.
he misses her. that's the bottom line. he misses quell but it's a fucking stupid thing to be experiencing because she's dead and she's not coming back. not this time. her stack's probably in little pieces over harlan's world.
why hadn't he stopped to try and find it?
waste of time. ]
Fuck you.
[ and then he punches the observation window, doing absolutely no damage to the thick glass but cracking his knuckles a bit.
good. ]
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[ there was no question about it. even when he'd been on ice, people were probably cursing his name. ]
What's it mean so I can decide if I wanna be called that or not?
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[ he smiles briefly, realizing... is he having fun?! ]
It means Inner scumbag, you know. It's like the N-word, but for... you.
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[ he knows you do, miller, don't even fucking try to deny it. or don't try too hard because kovacs is going to see through it. ]
We don't have any fancy slurs like that. Just the same old shit that's been around for awhile. I could call you sister fucker, though. Might make us even.
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[ have that little bit of personal revelation, miller. ]
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Fuck you.
[ that was a no. ]
You dick.
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I'm just fucking with you, Inner. She as tapped as you are? Your sister.
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Dunno.
[ he weighed what to tell miller and what to keep to himself. ]
She's been dead for awhile.
[ so, it would be gross if anyone was fucking her at this point. because he's started to come to the conclusion that the face he'd seen before passing out had just been a ghost. a really, vivid, life like ghost. ]
No one's as fragged as I am.
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Not even me?
no subject
No.
[ he tipped the bottle back, finished it in a few quick gulps. oops. ]
I'm better.
[ what a thing to be better at. ]
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I'll take your word for it, pal.