Dr. Lynn Denlon

((RP blog, rated M. This blog may reference violence, murder, suicide, physical and sexual abuse or neglect, substance abuse, trauma, mental health, eating disorders, etc. Mod is over 21)) ((This is an AU spin of Lynn from Saw 3; this version of Lynn had her test in between Saw 1 and 2, last effort of John to buy time before Matthews test and gas house. Amanda did let Lynn go, but Jeff was ready to shoot her and John. Due to Jeff being a slow ass motherfucker, Amanda was able to wrestle him for the gun, and Lynn got involved, got it from Amanda, but ended up accidentally shooting Jeff and killing him. She was allowed to retrieve Corbett, and shaken and traumatized, she did not reveal to the police Amanda's involvement or location of the site of their captivity. She is now in a dark place mentally, and now that Amanda is no longer an apprentice, she is in the process of being recruited))

[drlynndenlon]

Well. Therapy does nothing for me, and Myspace is full of creepy men sending blurry dick pics or crazy Jigsaw fans wanting to hear about my test. This probably isn't any better, but I don't have much to lose.

My name is Dr Lynn Denlon. I survived a Jigsaw test six months ago in which my family was kidnapped, and I was forced to operate on the brain of John Kramer to extend his life or else have my own head exploded. I "won" if you could say such a thing, because I'm still alive. His... assistant released me and my daughter, but my husband unfortunately did not survive. As one could only imagine, after the death of our son, we both were struggling, and Jeff's mental health and reasoning was not improved by being kidnapped and tortured psychologically. Now I have only my daughter Corbett and a lot of difficult decisions to make. Do I cherish my life? No. Fuck that and all that was done in the supposed name of helping me. But I do cherish my daughter, and I will do anything for her. Anything.

[markalexanderhoffman]

/just wrecked and debating about stepping out for a while./

[drlynndenlon]

*steps into a bar for the first time since her game, having left Corbett with Jeff's parents. She takes a deep breath, looks around herself apprehensively, and then slides into a stool at the counter, ordering a bourbon*

[markalexanderhoffman]

/this was his first time in a bar since John, since becoming an apprentice, and he can’t help but note how much more depressing it felt to be there.

This was probably a sign to leave. To just go home. Worst case scenario he can sneak a bottle home aged a quick stop at the liquor store.

But his feet kept moving on their own as he walked to the counter and sat down./

Shot of bourbon. /it comes out a dark mutter, soft./

[drlynndenlon]

*glancing up as someone sits next to her and orders the same drink, then raising eyebrow as she recognizes him. She throws hers back before saying dryly* Wouldn't have thought I had anything in common with you of all people.

[markalexanderhoffman]

/he doesn’t even recognize her for a moment - she looks, well, rougher than the night of the test and the weeks of surveillance leading up to it - before he nods./

Guess we do. Funny how that works. /then;/ Didn’t you pegged for a bourbon fan…

Fancy wine not doin’ it?

[drlynndenlon]

*scoffs, nodding around at the rather seedy looking bar* If I wanted fancy wine, would I go here? *When bartender arrives again, signals him for another* Don't worry *with some bitterness, glancing down at her drink* I didn't drive, and my daughter is away for the night. I'm not an idiot. *Eyes him* Are you feeling as responsibly irresponsible, or just reckless?

[markalexanderhoffman]

/he frowns at her question./ I’m off duty, it’s not my place…

/he also knows that he’s seen his own coworkers be reckless and irresponsible more than once.

He holds the shot glass in his hand and stares down into it./

[drlynndenlon]

Doesn't seem to stop most people from judging. *accepting the drink, throws it back without a grimace* You look like someone clubbed you in the face. But then, you live with Amanda, so I guess that's actually a valid possibility.

[markalexanderhoffman]

And how do you know that? /he asks flatly./

[drlynndenlon]

She held me hostage and hit me. It doesn't take much deduction.

[markalexanderhoffman]

Fair. /he frowns./ She didn’t hit me, by the way.

[drlynndenlon]

Ah. Aren't you special.

[markalexanderhoffman]

Am not. Cut the bullshit.

Shouldn’t you be home with the kid?

[drlynndenlon]

Seems to me there was only one person in this world that she wasn't willing to abuse, so if you've made it to number two, you're special. And whatever happened to not being your place to judge? As I said, she's taken care of.

[markalexanderhoffman]

Alright, alright. As long as the kid’s taken care of.

/he orders another shot./

She’s not that bad. Amanda.

[drlynndenlon]

Of course she is. She's all I have, of course I would make sure she's cared for.

*gives him incredulous look, scoffing* I'm sorry, I guess I just misinterpreted her kidnapping me, threatening me, cursing me out, and traumatizing my child with her own abduction and the death of her father. I'm sure she was trying to throw us a surprise party.

[markalexanderhoffman]

She was bein’ manipulated. Same as me. And she’s trying to do better now.

…and I won’t let you speak about her like that. She’s all *I* have.

[drlynndenlon]

I don't have time for this. What I'm hearing is a lot of fucking excuses. *Gets up abruptly and goes to signal to close her tab*

[markalexanderhoffman]

What do you want from either of us then?

[drlynndenlon]

I- *she stops, a rare flicker of genuine emotion crossing her features before she forced it back* I want her to know what she did and suffer for knowing, like Corbett and I suffer. I let her go. I had pity for her because she's obviously fucked up, she didn't kill me, and Corbett told me she was kind to her. Corbett didn't want her to go to prison, she said that Amanda wouldn't be better there, and I didn't feel like testifying at any trial or putting Corbett through that. But you both need to understand. Her freedom depends on me, and she doesn't even seem to understand that.

[markalexanderhoffman]

What do you mean she doesn’t understand that? /he raises an eyebrow./

[drlynndenlon]

She never once said anything about it. She never even tried to apologize. Like it was nothing. Like I'm nothing. She didn't even want to let me go, she did it like it was some kind of punishment. *Staring him down*

[markalexanderhoffman]

She’s trying to change her life, what she’s doing. Let her try. Thats the best apology anyone could give in her shoes. /stares her down./

[drlynndenlon]

*stares back, then shakes head, standing abruptly* This is bullshit. Like anything I think even affects her. *Goes to close out tab*

[markalexanderhoffman]

/just wrecked and debating about stepping out for a while./

[drlynndenlon]

*steps into a bar for the first time since her game, having left Corbett with Jeff's parents. She takes a deep breath, looks around herself apprehensively, and then slides into a stool at the counter, ordering a bourbon*

[markalexanderhoffman]

/this was his first time in a bar since John, since becoming an apprentice, and he can’t help but note how much more depressing it felt to be there.

This was probably a sign to leave. To just go home. Worst case scenario he can sneak a bottle home aged a quick stop at the liquor store.

But his feet kept moving on their own as he walked to the counter and sat down./

Shot of bourbon. /it comes out a dark mutter, soft./

[drlynndenlon]

*glancing up as someone sits next to her and orders the same drink, then raising eyebrow as she recognizes him. She throws hers back before saying dryly* Wouldn't have thought I had anything in common with you of all people.

[markalexanderhoffman]

/he doesn’t even recognize her for a moment - she looks, well, rougher than the night of the test and the weeks of surveillance leading up to it - before he nods./

Guess we do. Funny how that works. /then;/ Didn’t you pegged for a bourbon fan…

Fancy wine not doin’ it?

[drlynndenlon]

*scoffs, nodding around at the rather seedy looking bar* If I wanted fancy wine, would I go here? *When bartender arrives again, signals him for another* Don't worry *with some bitterness, glancing down at her drink* I didn't drive, and my daughter is away for the night. I'm not an idiot. *Eyes him* Are you feeling as responsibly irresponsible, or just reckless?

[markalexanderhoffman]

/he frowns at her question./ I’m off duty, it’s not my place…

/he also knows that he’s seen his own coworkers be reckless and irresponsible more than once.

He holds the shot glass in his hand and stares down into it./

[drlynndenlon]

Doesn't seem to stop most people from judging. *accepting the drink, throws it back without a grimace* You look like someone clubbed you in the face. But then, you live with Amanda, so I guess that's actually a valid possibility.

[markalexanderhoffman]

And how do you know that? /he asks flatly./

[drlynndenlon]

She held me hostage and hit me. It doesn't take much deduction.

[markalexanderhoffman]

Fair. /he frowns./ She didn’t hit me, by the way.

[drlynndenlon]

Ah. Aren't you special.

[markalexanderhoffman]

Am not. Cut the bullshit.

Shouldn’t you be home with the kid?

[drlynndenlon]

Seems to me there was only one person in this world that she wasn't willing to abuse, so if you've made it to number two, you're special. And whatever happened to not being your place to judge? As I said, she's taken care of.

[markalexanderhoffman]

Alright, alright. As long as the kid’s taken care of.

/he orders another shot./

She’s not that bad. Amanda.

[drlynndenlon]

Of course she is. She's all I have, of course I would make sure she's cared for.

*gives him incredulous look, scoffing* I'm sorry, I guess I just misinterpreted her kidnapping me, threatening me, cursing me out, and traumatizing my child with her own abduction and the death of her father. I'm sure she was trying to throw us a surprise party.

[markalexanderhoffman]

She was bein’ manipulated. Same as me. And she’s trying to do better now.

…and I won’t let you speak about her like that. She’s all *I* have.

[drlynndenlon]

I don't have time for this. What I'm hearing is a lot of fucking excuses. *Gets up abruptly and goes to signal to close her tab*

[markalexanderhoffman]

What do you want from either of us then?

[drlynndenlon]

I- *she stops, a rare flicker of genuine emotion crossing her features before she forced it back* I want her to know what she did and suffer for knowing, like Corbett and I suffer. I let her go. I had pity for her because she's obviously fucked up, she didn't kill me, and Corbett told me she was kind to her. Corbett didn't want her to go to prison, she said that Amanda wouldn't be better there, and I didn't feel like testifying at any trial or putting Corbett through that. But you both need to understand. Her freedom depends on me, and she doesn't even seem to understand that.

[markalexanderhoffman]

What do you mean she doesn’t understand that? /he raises an eyebrow./

[drlynndenlon]

She never once said anything about it. She never even tried to apologize. Like it was nothing. Like I'm nothing. She didn't even want to let me go, she did it like it was some kind of punishment. *Staring him down*

[markalexanderhoffman]

/just wrecked and debating about stepping out for a while./

[drlynndenlon]

*steps into a bar for the first time since her game, having left Corbett with Jeff's parents. She takes a deep breath, looks around herself apprehensively, and then slides into a stool at the counter, ordering a bourbon*

[markalexanderhoffman]

/this was his first time in a bar since John, since becoming an apprentice, and he can’t help but note how much more depressing it felt to be there.

This was probably a sign to leave. To just go home. Worst case scenario he can sneak a bottle home aged a quick stop at the liquor store.

But his feet kept moving on their own as he walked to the counter and sat down./

Shot of bourbon. /it comes out a dark mutter, soft./

[drlynndenlon]

*glancing up as someone sits next to her and orders the same drink, then raising eyebrow as she recognizes him. She throws hers back before saying dryly* Wouldn't have thought I had anything in common with you of all people.

[markalexanderhoffman]

/he doesn’t even recognize her for a moment - she looks, well, rougher than the night of the test and the weeks of surveillance leading up to it - before he nods./

Guess we do. Funny how that works. /then;/ Didn’t you pegged for a bourbon fan…

Fancy wine not doin’ it?

[drlynndenlon]

*scoffs, nodding around at the rather seedy looking bar* If I wanted fancy wine, would I go here? *When bartender arrives again, signals him for another* Don't worry *with some bitterness, glancing down at her drink* I didn't drive, and my daughter is away for the night. I'm not an idiot. *Eyes him* Are you feeling as responsibly irresponsible, or just reckless?

[markalexanderhoffman]

/he frowns at her question./ I’m off duty, it’s not my place…

/he also knows that he’s seen his own coworkers be reckless and irresponsible more than once.

He holds the shot glass in his hand and stares down into it./

[drlynndenlon]

Doesn't seem to stop most people from judging. *accepting the drink, throws it back without a grimace* You look like someone clubbed you in the face. But then, you live with Amanda, so I guess that's actually a valid possibility.

[markalexanderhoffman]

And how do you know that? /he asks flatly./

[drlynndenlon]

She held me hostage and hit me. It doesn't take much deduction.

[markalexanderhoffman]

Fair. /he frowns./ She didn’t hit me, by the way.

[drlynndenlon]

Ah. Aren't you special.

[markalexanderhoffman]

Am not. Cut the bullshit.

Shouldn’t you be home with the kid?

[drlynndenlon]

Seems to me there was only one person in this world that she wasn't willing to abuse, so if you've made it to number two, you're special. And whatever happened to not being your place to judge? As I said, she's taken care of.

[markalexanderhoffman]

Alright, alright. As long as the kid’s taken care of.

/he orders another shot./

She’s not that bad. Amanda.

[drlynndenlon]

Of course she is. She's all I have, of course I would make sure she's cared for.

*gives him incredulous look, scoffing* I'm sorry, I guess I just misinterpreted her kidnapping me, threatening me, cursing me out, and traumatizing my child with her own abduction and the death of her father. I'm sure she was trying to throw us a surprise party.

[markalexanderhoffman]

She was bein’ manipulated. Same as me. And she’s trying to do better now.

…and I won’t let you speak about her like that. She’s all *I* have.

[drlynndenlon]

I don't have time for this. What I'm hearing is a lot of fucking excuses. *Gets up abruptly and goes to signal to close her tab*

[markalexanderhoffman]

What do you want from either of us then?

[drlynndenlon]

I- *she stops, a rare flicker of genuine emotion crossing her features before she forced it back* I want her to know what she did and suffer for knowing, like Corbett and I suffer. I let her go. I had pity for her because she's obviously fucked up, she didn't kill me, and Corbett told me she was kind to her. Corbett didn't want her to go to prison, she said that Amanda wouldn't be better there, and I didn't feel like testifying at any trial or putting Corbett through that. But you both need to understand. Her freedom depends on me, and she doesn't even seem to understand that.

[markalexanderhoffman]

/just wrecked and debating about stepping out for a while./

[drlynndenlon]

*steps into a bar for the first time since her game, having left Corbett with Jeff's parents. She takes a deep breath, looks around herself apprehensively, and then slides into a stool at the counter, ordering a bourbon*

[markalexanderhoffman]

/this was his first time in a bar since John, since becoming an apprentice, and he can’t help but note how much more depressing it felt to be there.

This was probably a sign to leave. To just go home. Worst case scenario he can sneak a bottle home aged a quick stop at the liquor store.

But his feet kept moving on their own as he walked to the counter and sat down./

Shot of bourbon. /it comes out a dark mutter, soft./

[drlynndenlon]

*glancing up as someone sits next to her and orders the same drink, then raising eyebrow as she recognizes him. She throws hers back before saying dryly* Wouldn't have thought I had anything in common with you of all people.

[markalexanderhoffman]

/he doesn’t even recognize her for a moment - she looks, well, rougher than the night of the test and the weeks of surveillance leading up to it - before he nods./

Guess we do. Funny how that works. /then;/ Didn’t you pegged for a bourbon fan…

Fancy wine not doin’ it?

[drlynndenlon]

*scoffs, nodding around at the rather seedy looking bar* If I wanted fancy wine, would I go here? *When bartender arrives again, signals him for another* Don't worry *with some bitterness, glancing down at her drink* I didn't drive, and my daughter is away for the night. I'm not an idiot. *Eyes him* Are you feeling as responsibly irresponsible, or just reckless?

[markalexanderhoffman]

/he frowns at her question./ I’m off duty, it’s not my place…

/he also knows that he’s seen his own coworkers be reckless and irresponsible more than once.

He holds the shot glass in his hand and stares down into it./

[drlynndenlon]

Doesn't seem to stop most people from judging. *accepting the drink, throws it back without a grimace* You look like someone clubbed you in the face. But then, you live with Amanda, so I guess that's actually a valid possibility.

[markalexanderhoffman]

And how do you know that? /he asks flatly./

[drlynndenlon]

She held me hostage and hit me. It doesn't take much deduction.

[markalexanderhoffman]

Fair. /he frowns./ She didn’t hit me, by the way.

[drlynndenlon]

Ah. Aren't you special.

[markalexanderhoffman]

Am not. Cut the bullshit.

Shouldn’t you be home with the kid?

[drlynndenlon]

Seems to me there was only one person in this world that she wasn't willing to abuse, so if you've made it to number two, you're special. And whatever happened to not being your place to judge? As I said, she's taken care of.

[markalexanderhoffman]

Alright, alright. As long as the kid’s taken care of.

/he orders another shot./

She’s not that bad. Amanda.

[drlynndenlon]

Of course she is. She's all I have, of course I would make sure she's cared for.

*gives him incredulous look, scoffing* I'm sorry, I guess I just misinterpreted her kidnapping me, threatening me, cursing me out, and traumatizing my child with her own abduction and the death of her father. I'm sure she was trying to throw us a surprise party.

[markalexanderhoffman]

She was bein’ manipulated. Same as me. And she’s trying to do better now.

…and I won’t let you speak about her like that. She’s all *I* have.

[drlynndenlon]

I don't have time for this. What I'm hearing is a lot of fucking excuses. *Gets up abruptly and goes to signal to close her tab*

[markalexanderhoffman]

/just wrecked and debating about stepping out for a while./

[drlynndenlon]

*steps into a bar for the first time since her game, having left Corbett with Jeff's parents. She takes a deep breath, looks around herself apprehensively, and then slides into a stool at the counter, ordering a bourbon*

[markalexanderhoffman]

/this was his first time in a bar since John, since becoming an apprentice, and he can’t help but note how much more depressing it felt to be there.

This was probably a sign to leave. To just go home. Worst case scenario he can sneak a bottle home aged a quick stop at the liquor store.

But his feet kept moving on their own as he walked to the counter and sat down./

Shot of bourbon. /it comes out a dark mutter, soft./

[drlynndenlon]

*glancing up as someone sits next to her and orders the same drink, then raising eyebrow as she recognizes him. She throws hers back before saying dryly* Wouldn't have thought I had anything in common with you of all people.

[markalexanderhoffman]

/he doesn’t even recognize her for a moment - she looks, well, rougher than the night of the test and the weeks of surveillance leading up to it - before he nods./

Guess we do. Funny how that works. /then;/ Didn’t you pegged for a bourbon fan…

Fancy wine not doin’ it?

[drlynndenlon]

*scoffs, nodding around at the rather seedy looking bar* If I wanted fancy wine, would I go here? *When bartender arrives again, signals him for another* Don't worry *with some bitterness, glancing down at her drink* I didn't drive, and my daughter is away for the night. I'm not an idiot. *Eyes him* Are you feeling as responsibly irresponsible, or just reckless?

[markalexanderhoffman]

/he frowns at her question./ I’m off duty, it’s not my place…

/he also knows that he’s seen his own coworkers be reckless and irresponsible more than once.

He holds the shot glass in his hand and stares down into it./

[drlynndenlon]

Doesn't seem to stop most people from judging. *accepting the drink, throws it back without a grimace* You look like someone clubbed you in the face. But then, you live with Amanda, so I guess that's actually a valid possibility.

[markalexanderhoffman]

And how do you know that? /he asks flatly./

[drlynndenlon]

She held me hostage and hit me. It doesn't take much deduction.

[markalexanderhoffman]

Fair. /he frowns./ She didn’t hit me, by the way.

[drlynndenlon]

Ah. Aren't you special.

[markalexanderhoffman]

Am not. Cut the bullshit.

Shouldn’t you be home with the kid?

[drlynndenlon]

Seems to me there was only one person in this world that she wasn't willing to abuse, so if you've made it to number two, you're special. And whatever happened to not being your place to judge? As I said, she's taken care of.

[markalexanderhoffman]

Alright, alright. As long as the kid’s taken care of.

/he orders another shot./

She’s not that bad. Amanda.

[drlynndenlon]

Of course she is. She's all I have, of course I would make sure she's cared for.

*gives him incredulous look, scoffing* I'm sorry, I guess I just misinterpreted her kidnapping me, threatening me, cursing me out, and traumatizing my child with her own abduction and the death of her father. I'm sure she was trying to throw us a surprise party.

[markalexanderhoffman]

/just wrecked and debating about stepping out for a while./

[drlynndenlon]

*steps into a bar for the first time since her game, having left Corbett with Jeff's parents. She takes a deep breath, looks around herself apprehensively, and then slides into a stool at the counter, ordering a bourbon*

[markalexanderhoffman]

/this was his first time in a bar since John, since becoming an apprentice, and he can’t help but note how much more depressing it felt to be there.

This was probably a sign to leave. To just go home. Worst case scenario he can sneak a bottle home aged a quick stop at the liquor store.

But his feet kept moving on their own as he walked to the counter and sat down./

Shot of bourbon. /it comes out a dark mutter, soft./

[drlynndenlon]

*glancing up as someone sits next to her and orders the same drink, then raising eyebrow as she recognizes him. She throws hers back before saying dryly* Wouldn't have thought I had anything in common with you of all people.

[markalexanderhoffman]

/he doesn’t even recognize her for a moment - she looks, well, rougher than the night of the test and the weeks of surveillance leading up to it - before he nods./

Guess we do. Funny how that works. /then;/ Didn’t you pegged for a bourbon fan…

Fancy wine not doin’ it?

[drlynndenlon]

*scoffs, nodding around at the rather seedy looking bar* If I wanted fancy wine, would I go here? *When bartender arrives again, signals him for another* Don't worry *with some bitterness, glancing down at her drink* I didn't drive, and my daughter is away for the night. I'm not an idiot. *Eyes him* Are you feeling as responsibly irresponsible, or just reckless?

[markalexanderhoffman]

/he frowns at her question./ I’m off duty, it’s not my place…

/he also knows that he’s seen his own coworkers be reckless and irresponsible more than once.

He holds the shot glass in his hand and stares down into it./

[drlynndenlon]

Doesn't seem to stop most people from judging. *accepting the drink, throws it back without a grimace* You look like someone clubbed you in the face. But then, you live with Amanda, so I guess that's actually a valid possibility.

[markalexanderhoffman]

And how do you know that? /he asks flatly./

[drlynndenlon]

She held me hostage and hit me. It doesn't take much deduction.

[markalexanderhoffman]

Fair. /he frowns./ She didn’t hit me, by the way.

[drlynndenlon]

Ah. Aren't you special.

[markalexanderhoffman]

Am not. Cut the bullshit.

Shouldn’t you be home with the kid?

[drlynndenlon]

Seems to me there was only one person in this world that she wasn't willing to abuse, so if you've made it to number two, you're special. And whatever happened to not being your place to judge? As I said, she's taken care of.

[markalexanderhoffman]

/just wrecked and debating about stepping out for a while./

[drlynndenlon]

*steps into a bar for the first time since her game, having left Corbett with Jeff's parents. She takes a deep breath, looks around herself apprehensively, and then slides into a stool at the counter, ordering a bourbon*

[markalexanderhoffman]

/this was his first time in a bar since John, since becoming an apprentice, and he can’t help but note how much more depressing it felt to be there.

This was probably a sign to leave. To just go home. Worst case scenario he can sneak a bottle home aged a quick stop at the liquor store.

But his feet kept moving on their own as he walked to the counter and sat down./

Shot of bourbon. /it comes out a dark mutter, soft./

[drlynndenlon]

*glancing up as someone sits next to her and orders the same drink, then raising eyebrow as she recognizes him. She throws hers back before saying dryly* Wouldn't have thought I had anything in common with you of all people.

[markalexanderhoffman]

/he doesn’t even recognize her for a moment - she looks, well, rougher than the night of the test and the weeks of surveillance leading up to it - before he nods./

Guess we do. Funny how that works. /then;/ Didn’t you pegged for a bourbon fan…

Fancy wine not doin’ it?

[drlynndenlon]

*scoffs, nodding around at the rather seedy looking bar* If I wanted fancy wine, would I go here? *When bartender arrives again, signals him for another* Don't worry *with some bitterness, glancing down at her drink* I didn't drive, and my daughter is away for the night. I'm not an idiot. *Eyes him* Are you feeling as responsibly irresponsible, or just reckless?

[markalexanderhoffman]

/he frowns at her question./ I’m off duty, it’s not my place…

/he also knows that he’s seen his own coworkers be reckless and irresponsible more than once.

He holds the shot glass in his hand and stares down into it./

[drlynndenlon]

Doesn't seem to stop most people from judging. *accepting the drink, throws it back without a grimace* You look like someone clubbed you in the face. But then, you live with Amanda, so I guess that's actually a valid possibility.

[markalexanderhoffman]

And how do you know that? /he asks flatly./

[drlynndenlon]

She held me hostage and hit me. It doesn't take much deduction.

[markalexanderhoffman]

Fair. /he frowns./ She didn’t hit me, by the way.

[drlynndenlon]

Ah. Aren't you special.

[markalexanderhoffman]

/just wrecked and debating about stepping out for a while./

[drlynndenlon]

*steps into a bar for the first time since her game, having left Corbett with Jeff's parents. She takes a deep breath, looks around herself apprehensively, and then slides into a stool at the counter, ordering a bourbon*

[markalexanderhoffman]

/this was his first time in a bar since John, since becoming an apprentice, and he can’t help but note how much more depressing it felt to be there.

This was probably a sign to leave. To just go home. Worst case scenario he can sneak a bottle home aged a quick stop at the liquor store.

But his feet kept moving on their own as he walked to the counter and sat down./

Shot of bourbon. /it comes out a dark mutter, soft./

[drlynndenlon]

*glancing up as someone sits next to her and orders the same drink, then raising eyebrow as she recognizes him. She throws hers back before saying dryly* Wouldn't have thought I had anything in common with you of all people.

[markalexanderhoffman]

/he doesn’t even recognize her for a moment - she looks, well, rougher than the night of the test and the weeks of surveillance leading up to it - before he nods./

Guess we do. Funny how that works. /then;/ Didn’t you pegged for a bourbon fan…

Fancy wine not doin’ it?

[drlynndenlon]

*scoffs, nodding around at the rather seedy looking bar* If I wanted fancy wine, would I go here? *When bartender arrives again, signals him for another* Don't worry *with some bitterness, glancing down at her drink* I didn't drive, and my daughter is away for the night. I'm not an idiot. *Eyes him* Are you feeling as responsibly irresponsible, or just reckless?

[markalexanderhoffman]

/he frowns at her question./ I’m off duty, it’s not my place…

/he also knows that he’s seen his own coworkers be reckless and irresponsible more than once.

He holds the shot glass in his hand and stares down into it./

[drlynndenlon]

Doesn't seem to stop most people from judging. *accepting the drink, throws it back without a grimace* You look like someone clubbed you in the face. But then, you live with Amanda, so I guess that's actually a valid possibility.

[markalexanderhoffman]

And how do you know that? /he asks flatly./

[drlynndenlon]

She held me hostage and hit me. It doesn't take much deduction.

[markalexanderhoffman]

/just wrecked and debating about stepping out for a while./

[drlynndenlon]

*steps into a bar for the first time since her game, having left Corbett with Jeff's parents. She takes a deep breath, looks around herself apprehensively, and then slides into a stool at the counter, ordering a bourbon*

[markalexanderhoffman]

/this was his first time in a bar since John, since becoming an apprentice, and he can’t help but note how much more depressing it felt to be there.

This was probably a sign to leave. To just go home. Worst case scenario he can sneak a bottle home aged a quick stop at the liquor store.

But his feet kept moving on their own as he walked to the counter and sat down./

Shot of bourbon. /it comes out a dark mutter, soft./

[drlynndenlon]

*glancing up as someone sits next to her and orders the same drink, then raising eyebrow as she recognizes him. She throws hers back before saying dryly* Wouldn't have thought I had anything in common with you of all people.

[markalexanderhoffman]

/he doesn’t even recognize her for a moment - she looks, well, rougher than the night of the test and the weeks of surveillance leading up to it - before he nods./

Guess we do. Funny how that works. /then;/ Didn’t you pegged for a bourbon fan…

Fancy wine not doin’ it?

[drlynndenlon]

*scoffs, nodding around at the rather seedy looking bar* If I wanted fancy wine, would I go here? *When bartender arrives again, signals him for another* Don't worry *with some bitterness, glancing down at her drink* I didn't drive, and my daughter is away for the night. I'm not an idiot. *Eyes him* Are you feeling as responsibly irresponsible, or just reckless?

[markalexanderhoffman]

/he frowns at her question./ I’m off duty, it’s not my place…

/he also knows that he’s seen his own coworkers be reckless and irresponsible more than once.

He holds the shot glass in his hand and stares down into it./

[drlynndenlon]

Doesn't seem to stop most people from judging. *accepting the drink, throws it back without a grimace* You look like someone clubbed you in the face. But then, you live with Amanda, so I guess that's actually a valid possibility.

[markalexanderhoffman]

/just wrecked and debating about stepping out for a while./

[drlynndenlon]

*steps into a bar for the first time since her game, having left Corbett with Jeff's parents. She takes a deep breath, looks around herself apprehensively, and then slides into a stool at the counter, ordering a bourbon*

[markalexanderhoffman]

/this was his first time in a bar since John, since becoming an apprentice, and he can’t help but note how much more depressing it felt to be there.

This was probably a sign to leave. To just go home. Worst case scenario he can sneak a bottle home aged a quick stop at the liquor store.

But his feet kept moving on their own as he walked to the counter and sat down./

Shot of bourbon. /it comes out a dark mutter, soft./

[drlynndenlon]

*glancing up as someone sits next to her and orders the same drink, then raising eyebrow as she recognizes him. She throws hers back before saying dryly* Wouldn't have thought I had anything in common with you of all people.

[markalexanderhoffman]

/he doesn’t even recognize her for a moment - she looks, well, rougher than the night of the test and the weeks of surveillance leading up to it - before he nods./

Guess we do. Funny how that works. /then;/ Didn’t you pegged for a bourbon fan…

Fancy wine not doin’ it?

[drlynndenlon]

*scoffs, nodding around at the rather seedy looking bar* If I wanted fancy wine, would I go here? *When bartender arrives again, signals him for another* Don't worry *with some bitterness, glancing down at her drink* I didn't drive, and my daughter is away for the night. I'm not an idiot. *Eyes him* Are you feeling as responsibly irresponsible, or just reckless?

[louisegluckpdf]

got my lab results back turns out i’m full of rage because i am full of grief

[drlynndenlon]

Same.

[markalexanderhoffman]

/just wrecked and debating about stepping out for a while./

[drlynndenlon]

*steps into a bar for the first time since her game, having left Corbett with Jeff's parents. She takes a deep breath, looks around herself apprehensively, and then slides into a stool at the counter, ordering a bourbon*

[markalexanderhoffman]

/this was his first time in a bar since John, since becoming an apprentice, and he can’t help but note how much more depressing it felt to be there.

This was probably a sign to leave. To just go home. Worst case scenario he can sneak a bottle home aged a quick stop at the liquor store.

But his feet kept moving on their own as he walked to the counter and sat down./

Shot of bourbon. /it comes out a dark mutter, soft./

[drlynndenlon]

*glancing up as someone sits next to her and orders the same drink, then raising eyebrow as she recognizes him. She throws hers back before saying dryly* Wouldn't have thought I had anything in common with you of all people.

[tomhoppusdelonge]

someone come take their anger out on me I need to be used like a stress ball

[drlynndenlon]

Well if we both want that, maybe a mutual agreement can be made.

[dammy-c]

Hm. Maybe. Anything on your mind?

[drlynndenlon]

I just need to feel something for anyone or anything but my daughter.

[dammy-c]

I understand, I'm sure being a mother can feel draining.. I'm good with just feeling something. Get rid of the suffocating emptiness inside me. Fill the void for a while, you know.

[drlynndenlon]

No. Not draining. It's the only thing in my life that means anything. She's all I have or care about. But you're right. The emptiness I have otherwise is...all that's left really.

[dammy-c]

That's interesting really. I mean, I've never met my mother, and it kind of makes me wonder if she would've said something like that too.. Anyway..I think the problem is not always the emptiness, but the fact that it's hard to find things that can be used to take up that space. I mean, drinking and sex generally helps a lot, but there are times in which you can't solely rely on that. But that's my take..

[drlynndenlon]

I used to do those things. All it did was get me tortured and kidnapped along with my daughter, and my husband killed.

[dammy-c]

That's awful. Sorry about your husband.. It was a similar reason for me. And I had to let some kind of device almost kill me to save myself and some stranger. Apparently I needed to learn to appreciate my life and the life of others.. I'm pretty sure there are more effective ways of teaching that to someone, though.

[drlynndenlon]

I had to perform brain surgery with a collar made of shotgun shells around my neck. The collar was hooked to his heart monitor and would explode if his heart stopped. This because I had affairs and took antidepressants after my son died.

[dammy-c]

Yes, I am aware of that. Well, at least of part of it. I've read the files. I might not have been working on the case long, but I know about your test. Took me a moment to place your name though, knew it sounded familiar.. What you went through was terrible, no wonder you feel that emptiness inside you.

[drlynndenlon]

Well. I was empty before. Surprise, it didn't make me any less so.

[markalexanderhoffman]

/just wrecked and debating about stepping out for a while./

[drlynndenlon]

*steps into a bar for the first time since her game, having left Corbett with Jeff's parents. She takes a deep breath, looks around herself apprehensively, and then slides into a stool at the counter, ordering a bourbon*

[tomhoppusdelonge]

someone come take their anger out on me I need to be used like a stress ball

[drlynndenlon]

Well if we both want that, maybe a mutual agreement can be made.

[dammy-c]

Hm. Maybe. Anything on your mind?

[drlynndenlon]

I just need to feel something for anyone or anything but my daughter.

[dammy-c]

I understand, I'm sure being a mother can feel draining.. I'm good with just feeling something. Get rid of the suffocating emptiness inside me. Fill the void for a while, you know.

[drlynndenlon]

No. Not draining. It's the only thing in my life that means anything. She's all I have or care about. But you're right. The emptiness I have otherwise is...all that's left really.

[dammy-c]

That's interesting really. I mean, I've never met my mother, and it kind of makes me wonder if she would've said something like that too.. Anyway..I think the problem is not always the emptiness, but the fact that it's hard to find things that can be used to take up that space. I mean, drinking and sex generally helps a lot, but there are times in which you can't solely rely on that. But that's my take..

[drlynndenlon]

I used to do those things. All it did was get me tortured and kidnapped along with my daughter, and my husband killed.

[dammy-c]

That's awful. Sorry about your husband.. It was a similar reason for me. And I had to let some kind of device almost kill me to save myself and some stranger. Apparently I needed to learn to appreciate my life and the life of others.. I'm pretty sure there are more effective ways of teaching that to someone, though.

[drlynndenlon]

I had to perform brain surgery with a collar made of shotgun shells around my neck. The collar was hooked to his heart monitor and would explode if his heart stopped. This because I had affairs and took antidepressants after my son died.

[tomhoppusdelonge]

someone come take their anger out on me I need to be used like a stress ball

[drlynndenlon]

Well if we both want that, maybe a mutual agreement can be made.

[dammy-c]

Hm. Maybe. Anything on your mind?

[drlynndenlon]

I just need to feel something for anyone or anything but my daughter.

[dammy-c]

I understand, I'm sure being a mother can feel draining.. I'm good with just feeling something. Get rid of the suffocating emptiness inside me. Fill the void for a while, you know.

[drlynndenlon]

No. Not draining. It's the only thing in my life that means anything. She's all I have or care about. But you're right. The emptiness I have otherwise is...all that's left really.

[dammy-c]

That's interesting really. I mean, I've never met my mother, and it kind of makes me wonder if she would've said something like that too.. Anyway..I think the problem is not always the emptiness, but the fact that it's hard to find things that can be used to take up that space. I mean, drinking and sex generally helps a lot, but there are times in which you can't solely rely on that. But that's my take..

[drlynndenlon]

I used to do those things. All it did was get me tortured and kidnapped along with my daughter, and my husband killed.