( Private notes to Elena, Cassel, Chris, Selina, & Natasha )
[Pub Spam]
[He really ought to be in the infirmary, but don't try to tell him that. Bond died an ugly, bloody death, and stayed that way for a day or two. It's an ugly knowledge, and it coils tight in the pit of his belly. Liquor doesn't soothe it, just eases it for a while. It sits a little looser, quieter. And the burn warms him, settles and spreads. It hurts his throat, though the burn has always been pleasant before.
He remembers Elena's teeth sinking into his skin, tearing, and fixes another martini.
He's far gone, drunker than he's ever been on the Barge, and he can't bring himself to care. He usually only gets this pissed on planes, or in the safety of his own flat at home: not when there are dangers around any given corner, not when there are vampires, werewolves, people who have every right to strip reparations for bad memories from his hide.
Not that he'd let them - not that he could do much, like this.
He sits at the bar, a martini in one hand, the other rubbing his aching eyes. Sleep would do him good, but he can't bring himself to leave yet. Not until the ache in the side of his neck fades, not until everything becomes a low buzz and nothing else.]
( Spam for Vesper )
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lastrat- November 4th, 2013
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- lastrat
- June 13th, 2013
[( Take the shot )
When the video clicks on, it's an accident; left sitting on a the table Bond uses to drag himself up, it starts broadcasting as he lifts himself up. It's hard to see through the rush of water that drops on it; he's still soaked. And then something darker drops into frame, thicker and nearly black, and when he pushes the communicator out of the way, blood smears over the camera. It stays there as he stumbles out of sight, recording the ceiling, the blood, and the sounds of a man unwilling to call for help.]
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- March 29th, 2013
[Spam for Slade and Vesper]
( there was one thing on his mind )
[Open spam for Zero]
( warnings for vague allusions to that awful scene at the end of Casino Royale )
[Filtered to Peter, Slade, Chris, Sandoval, Lisbeth, Lark and Tyrion]
[Some time after this thread.] Room ten, level six, if you need a safe place.
[Yeah, that's it. He will spend half the time guarding that door with a gun, while he's in, but given how shaken this whole thing has left him, he's on high alert, and really he just wants to know that everyone is alive and hasn't thrown themselves out a window yet. It's an odd way of checking in.