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[RL: Lunch - Friday, July 18th, 1:00PM | Phoenix; Edgeworth]
Friday, July 18th, 2008 09:29 pmAlthough it was well past noon, the room remained dark, the curtains drawn closed in order to simulate night as Phoenix lay in his bed. He was awake, albeit barely, his eyes half-lidded and vaguely focused on the ceiling.
He was sore, he was tired, and he was not in a good mood. The past two nights afforded him little sleep as memories of the heat and the bridge and the freezing water below invaded his mind every time he closed his eyes. At first he had been able to preoccupy himself with thoughts—there was a lot of think about, after all—but by now he was so utterly exhausted that his mind was working on auto-pilot and he blearily wondered if this was what Edgeworth felt like when he experienced his own nightmares.
A knock at the door elicited a groan. He knew Maraich wouldn’t bother knocking (or using the door, for that matter) so that left several possibilities, very few of which were appealing at the moment. He continued to stare at the ceiling, unmoving.
A second, more insistent knock sounded and Phoenix, with wavering effort, rolled to his feet with a sigh. It wasn’t as if he had anything better to do, anyway, and the possibility of an emergency loomed in the back of his mind, not at all surprising given the events of the last few days.
Stepping into some jeans, he shuffled his way toward the door, shrugging on a work shirt and quickly running a hand through his hair along the way. In his sleepy haze, it took a moment to remember how to turn the knob before he finally, slowly opened the door.
“Yeah?”
((OOC: Backdated to last month (Friday, July 18th, to be specific). :| Y-yeah, I had posted this once before, but I really wasn't feeling Phoenix at the time, so we redid everything. >_>))
He was sore, he was tired, and he was not in a good mood. The past two nights afforded him little sleep as memories of the heat and the bridge and the freezing water below invaded his mind every time he closed his eyes. At first he had been able to preoccupy himself with thoughts—there was a lot of think about, after all—but by now he was so utterly exhausted that his mind was working on auto-pilot and he blearily wondered if this was what Edgeworth felt like when he experienced his own nightmares.
A knock at the door elicited a groan. He knew Maraich wouldn’t bother knocking (or using the door, for that matter) so that left several possibilities, very few of which were appealing at the moment. He continued to stare at the ceiling, unmoving.
A second, more insistent knock sounded and Phoenix, with wavering effort, rolled to his feet with a sigh. It wasn’t as if he had anything better to do, anyway, and the possibility of an emergency loomed in the back of his mind, not at all surprising given the events of the last few days.
Stepping into some jeans, he shuffled his way toward the door, shrugging on a work shirt and quickly running a hand through his hair along the way. In his sleepy haze, it took a moment to remember how to turn the knob before he finally, slowly opened the door.
“Yeah?”
((OOC: Backdated to last month (Friday, July 18th, to be specific). :| Y-yeah, I had posted this once before, but I really wasn't feeling Phoenix at the time, so we redid everything. >_>))
