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thecapitol2012-10-08 01:58 am
retrieverchef) wrote in thecapitol2012-10-08 01:58 am
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WHO| Eliot Spencer, Ariadne, and anyone else he stumbles across
WHAT| The aftermath of a particularly bad "date"
WHEN| The night after Ariadne's crowning ceremony
WHERE| The District 6 suite at the Training Center
WARNING/NOTES| Aftermath of drug use, possible references to prostitution and dub-con, possible language
Eliot stumbled into the elevator and pushed a button. His head spun and he fell against the wall of the elevator. His stomach lurched in reaction. He jerked as he touched the wall, every sensation heightened to the point where he could barely make sense of anything. He had to get to his room. He needed to be somewhere away from prying eyes, and cameras, and people he might say the wrong thing to.
He saw more than heard the chime when the elevator arrived at the floor. He staggered out as the door opened, feeling oddly weak. The room spun around him. He reached for the back of chair to keep himself upright but he couldn't hold on and fell to the floor. At that point, his stomach decided it couldn't take anymore and he found himself retching, unable to stop as his body objected to everything that had been forced on it in the past few hours. He couldn't stop the tears that came with the vomiting. He hadn't wanted this. Not the drugs, not the sex, not any of it. He didn't do drugs. Ever. He couldn't. Not with his job. But his date hadn't listened. No, stop, no. He couldn't...
WHAT| The aftermath of a particularly bad "date"
WHEN| The night after Ariadne's crowning ceremony
WHERE| The District 6 suite at the Training Center
WARNING/NOTES| Aftermath of drug use, possible references to prostitution and dub-con, possible language
Eliot stumbled into the elevator and pushed a button. His head spun and he fell against the wall of the elevator. His stomach lurched in reaction. He jerked as he touched the wall, every sensation heightened to the point where he could barely make sense of anything. He had to get to his room. He needed to be somewhere away from prying eyes, and cameras, and people he might say the wrong thing to.
He saw more than heard the chime when the elevator arrived at the floor. He staggered out as the door opened, feeling oddly weak. The room spun around him. He reached for the back of chair to keep himself upright but he couldn't hold on and fell to the floor. At that point, his stomach decided it couldn't take anymore and he found himself retching, unable to stop as his body objected to everything that had been forced on it in the past few hours. He couldn't stop the tears that came with the vomiting. He hadn't wanted this. Not the drugs, not the sex, not any of it. He didn't do drugs. Ever. He couldn't. Not with his job. But his date hadn't listened. No, stop, no. He couldn't...
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