This is so not a read more but I'm mobile and idc that IRP is closing (I'm sad but if the admins don't have time I understand) but either way I'm always open for the plot things

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IRP Fanmix 001. Another Fine Mess - l i s t e n

i. useless - anarbor // ii. cemetery - say anything (cover) // iii. sad - maroon 5 // iv. breathe me - sia // v. how to save a life - the fray // vi. perfect - hedley // vii. therapy - all time low // viii. the scientist (acoustic) - coldplay // ix. wasted - cartel // x. no one does it better (acoustic) - you me at six // xi. slow dancing in a burning room - john mayer

playlists are a very good way to procrastinate tho tbh

well I cleaned my entire room and had some heart to heart with one of my friends also washed the shit out of my hair so it's beautiful again and not weird looking, shaved, washed alll my undergarments that need hand washing and now making a playlist

instead of doing my homework

oops

I think I'm going to make a playlist

yep this is happening

because I'm a productive procrastinator.

axrealxhero replied to your post:  WHY IS EVERYONE FLOCKING TO MY PARA...

whispers its because you love rgos and i love rgos we are now one and because of that i shall be stalking your threads from here on out xoxoxo your friendly rpland creepah

perf though. but you'll probably cry out of boredom, well actually not really since they're so feelsy and really goes into harris's shit he doesn't want to deal with but it's a lot more feelsy in my head than on paper/internet

WHY IS EVERYONE FLOCKING TO MY PARA REPLY THOUGH I PROMISE IT ISN'T AS GOOD AS YOU WANT IT TO BE

Participants: Harris, Logan

Time Frame: Late morning, early afternoon

Setting: Harris is unaware of his general location, other than the fact he’s on the sidewalk

Notes: Harris is snapping in and out of flashbacks, Logan recognizes him

Extra Notes: Try to survive this one, xoxo gossip squirrel

LOGAN NAVARRO

Logan hadn’t planned on confronting her demons today.  The stuff of her nightmares was something that she pushed out of her mind every waking moment had been harder to hold at bay in the past few weeks, leaving Logan sleep deprived and withdrawn, moreso than usual.  She’d been living off of coffee for the past few days, not paying any attention to the small riot her stomach was throwing because she kept herself so busy she didn’t have to think about anything, least of all the client she’d let down.   She’d nearly worked herself into a panic at four in the morning because she couldn’t stop thinking about all that she had done wrong, replaying her finals session with him over in her mind.  Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore and had gotten out of bed and went on a run on her her own, deciding just to start the day early.

It was raining outside as she walked to the grocery store, and she had forgotten an umbrella.  Of course, she thought to herself.  Just my luck.  And it wasn’t just rain, it was the kind of downpour that soaked through shoes and socks, and left streams of water running through the streets.  She still clomped along, knowing it was a necessary evil if she wanted any food in her fridge that wasn’t moldy.  Logan pulled her collar up, tucked her coat that little bit closer, and trudged forward, looking at the ground the entire time.

She’d almost missed him, honestly.  It wasn’t til she had nearly passed that she even saw someone out of the corner of her eye, so absorbed was she in her thoughts.  It was the rocking motion that caught her attention, and when she first turned to take in the sight she’d thought he was someone else.  His hair was longer, he’d grown a beard since she saw him last, and he looked like he could use a shower.  Or five.  But he started muttering and recognition and dread filled Logan.  

Harris was supposed to be dead.  She’d spent the better part of the last few years refusing to come to terms with it, but by all means he was considered dead.  Logan could feel the blood drain from her face and for a moment felt like she might pass out, before reason overtook her.  Just because he sounded like Harris didn’t mean it actually was the man.  The likelihood of that happening was slim, and besides, he’d been on her mind so often recently that it wouldn’t be a stretch to have imagined this presumably homeless person to be a ghost.  

The man kept rocking back and forth, and Logan finally recognized that he was in some sort of trouble.  She physically shook her head to clear her mind, and approached him cautiously, worried he might be having a psychotic break.  She sat down near him, giving him space in case he might feel crowded by her presence, and cleared her throat. “Excuse me, sir? Are you … are you feeling alright?” she asked, feeling more than a little useless.  

HARRIS DOELGER

Harris looked up as he struggled to pull himself back into some sort of normalcy instead of being dragged back to the desert, but when he saw those eyes that looked at him so curiously, recognition shot through his body like wildfire. “I—I know you,” he said, though unsure where he’d seen her before, he knew that it was someone he knew. His body reacted before his mind could comprehend though, recoiling back away from her though she was some feet away from him probably sure he would do what he just did. It was something she’d done in therapy at the VA hospital too. Or at least something he’d convinced himself she did. “What’s it matter to you?” He spat in regards to her question. It didn’t help that his last working memory of Logan was her triggering a negative response that still nagged at the back of his mind. This was why he ran away. To get away from the guilt that badgered him while he was at home. Why was he so fucked up? Why couldn’t he be a better husband? A better father?  But here was the very therapist that couldn’t help him all those years ago, slapping him across the face with all those feelings he never wanted to feel.

As angry as he had been when she’d been doing her therapy shit on him, Harris scrambled up off the ground and started to stomp away in the rain. He didn’t care that onlookers where watching him as he stormed away from what they probably though was a stranger trying to help the crazy homeless man. But he had news for them:  he wasn’t crazy, and Logan was never any help to him so why should he stick around for her to snap at him again? It didn’t matter that it had only happened once and none of it proved it was a reoccurring cycle and just because she’d snapped that one time didn’t mean they couldn’t be civilized, but Harris found it much easier just to keep her at arm’s length than to actually deal with what she might have to say. He looked back, but couldn’t tell if she was chasing after him or not, with all the rain pouring down around him now. “Logan, if you’re following me you can stop,” he yelled out, looking a lot crazier than he was, but he couldn’t find the energy to care.  He didn’t know if strangers could institutionalize him, but he almost remembered that Logan could if he wasn’t careful.

So, anger still running hot, he took off in the direction of a grocery store he saw off in the distance earlier that morning. She wouldn’t think of looking there for him, would she? And he wasn’t even sure she knew who he was at that point. Needless to say, he didn’t look anything like he had years ago when he’d been seeing her for help he didn’t even want. Breathing heavy from sprinting in the rain, he slumped down against the far wall of the store and wiped the water off his face with his sleeve. He could use a shower, yeah, but where would he even take one if he wanted to? Besides, he was used to the way he smelled by now, and there was no use in trying to get clean now only to be dirty again the next day. Counterproductive since he wasn’t even sure where he would be sleeping that night. He wasn’t sure of anything anymore and he didn’t know if that helped him or stressed him out.

Disgruntled Remedies || Harris & Logan

In the back of my mind, Well I fought my god 'cause all of the hell that's in my time. But I can still see the birds And where they went this year. Our winter made things hazy And I know that I was losing site of my hometown, And in my blacking out I think I let you down.

The Food Chain || Harris & Brenna

Harris gave the woman a long look before he nodded in accordance to her opinion about the government. At that point in his life, he knew more about how the politicians were bickering than he wanted to and while part of him wanted a radical change in the system, he also knew that it would take a divine interference to make it happen since it seemed in order to have a fair election, neither side could come to a compromise when that was the case in many day to day interactions. "You're probably right," he finally said, with a small sigh. "Even if we could get people who didn't care if the government changed or not since they would keep the stuff that worked and throw out what didn't, they probably wouldn't know how to compromise either." With a long sigh, he gave her a shrug as if to say What can you do? and laughed at her toddler comment. He knew how toddlers could be--somewhat--since he was at least halfway present for a while after he returned from overseas. It made a pang resonate in his chest, a quick as a gunshot and smooth as a knife. But it was gone just as soon as it came. He missed his daughter, but he was worried she didn't miss him.

He nodded again in agreement with her going camping with her sister since it seemed like a good thing to do. He could remember going camping as a small kid with his family and loving every second of it. From climbing around in the trails around the mountains, to swimming in the ponds and natural streams. He'd been an outdoorsy kid, and even now as an adult he enjoyed mother nature when she decided to bless them all with a nice sunny day--regardless of whether or not he was in the city. He didn't know if it was something about the way the air just seemed to roll across you like a familiar pet that enjoyed your company or if it was just the general lack of sound all together. Either way, the woods were probably always going to be one of his favorite places to just escape, even from the life he had now, which for some reason, he enjoyed. 

Snapping back to his conversation with the woman, Harris tried to act like he'd never lost touch with reality in his own thoughts in the first place. He felt a bit apprehensive about taking lunch from a stranger who barely knew him, because why would anyone buy a homeless man lunch who may or may not steal their money any run? (Not that Harris would, he wasn't in search of money.) Everything in Annapolis just seemed strange to him. "If you insist..." he said hesitantly, ready to let her lead the way. It wasn't like he knew the cheapest place to grab a good burger was, and as if on cue, his stomach let out an audible growl, which he tried to hide with an obnoxious cough. Maybe he wasn't scavenging enough food anymore. Things were getting harder to do since all he wanted to really do was sleep to not deal with reality but stay away to not deal with his dreams. What he really wanted was just an escape all together.

logannavarro replied to your post: jacky i’m not sure if i should hate you...

hahahaha she can’t save him she doesn’t even have an umbrella she’d be the worst superhero ever

BUT SHE CAN SAVE HIM MENTALLY

also debating showing irp the gossip squirrel