Garret hasn't been sleeping. When he closes his eyes, all he sees are corpses floating across his vision, causing waves of nausea to rise. He covers the shudder of revulsion with a swig of coffee or beer, whatever is on hand. He's aware something stronger would be a better distraction--the burn as it slides down his throat and it would do a better job of actually wiping his memory, but he gets his clearest visions during drunken blackouts, close ups of the bodies.

If it was just the other Seers he saw dying and dead, that wouldn't be so bad. Those bodies are almost cleaner, though there's more blood around them. The injuries are to their heads and chests; quick deaths. The other bodies he's seen, the mutilations, the symbols and weird lettering he sees cut into bloodless dead flesh, eyes missing from their heads--that's what gives him nightmares. He sees the lettering often, swimming in front of his eyes when he closes them. He doesn't know what they mean and he doesn't want to look them up.

Something that really scares Garret is the way the killer--because it's one person, the same person doing this, he knows it in a way he couldn't name--can switch off so easily, from killing ritualistically to the simple ending of a life, ending a life just in case they might know something about those first killings, that chills him.

So Garret isn't sleeping, instead staying up to write on his computer or look for a job.

Garret's not sure when Cyric's going to show up, or what he wants to eat, so he's on the couch and ordering a wide variety.

Even if he doesn't like fried rice or lo mein, you can't really go wrong with ribs. He hangs up and stretches out on his couch to wait for the delivery guy or Cyric, whoever comes first.

Garret invited his...friend, boyfriend, whatever, over for dinner.

He offered to cook.

Halfway through actually trying to cook something more substantial, he's come to the conclusion that he hasn't somehow achieved cooking abilities via osmosis. Charred chicken gets tossed into the trash, and he puts on water for hotdogs, preps the microwave for popcorn.

At least it's slightly less of a mess.

Three days after talking to Cyric in the Nexus, Garret is waiting where he said, a nice digital camera in one hand.

The portal leads to a park that has been very obviously neglected. "My building's about a block away," Garret mutters, digging through his pockets for a cigarette. He needs one, just now. "You mind smoke?"

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Garret's at his usual cafe, usual cigarette and usual coffee in his hand. And his cel phone on.

Characters: Garret
Prompt: Work
Word Count: 162
Rating: PG
Summary: Another day of work for Garret

 

Characters: Garret
Prompt: Birth
Word Count: 125
Rating: PG
Summary: Garret sees something he wants to forget.

Sushi, Chinese food and sex soup ahoy!

Garret led the way through his portal, the portal being in the janitor's closet in his apartment building. Don't ask what he was doing in ther eto find it.

"So it should get here in maybe twenty minutes," he said holding the door open for Moxie.