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savetheearth2014-01-16 05:20 pm
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January 16, Thursday [Closed]
Who: Lazarus Lawliet and Belle Goldman
What: L got evicted from his apartment on New Year's day. His therapist is overstepping her professional boundaries and putting him up in her apartment's spare room until he catches up on his rent.
When: January 16, Thursday
Where: Belle's apartment
Warnings: Don't think so
Even though it was a fairly enormous breach in the therapist-patient relationship, Belle's soft heart had won out when it came to one of her bleakest cases. Rather than allow L to continue renting a bed at the local YMCA, she had offered him her spare room on a temporary basis.
Just how temporary the basis was going to be was up in the air, though. In the spare room previously occupied by Belle's mother, L was getting decently comfortable... enough, at least, to decide that he could go through the full closets in search of something resembling curtains.
He found a pair of tasteful, patterned ones fairly easily after unpacking several boxes of sheets, knick-knacks, and personal affects that had belonged to the room's prior resident, but hanging them proved to be a problem. They caught on the rod, and tugging at them only caused an ominous ripping sound. He settled for bunching them up unevenly, realizing too late that some of the rings had been missed and leaving it. It was ultimately good enough for day-sleeping, which, after spending an entire night staring at a blank word document, was almost preferable.
Hugging his police radio close, he buried himself in the sloppy nest of blankets and started to drift off.
What: L got evicted from his apartment on New Year's day. His therapist is overstepping her professional boundaries and putting him up in her apartment's spare room until he catches up on his rent.
When: January 16, Thursday
Where: Belle's apartment
Warnings: Don't think so
Even though it was a fairly enormous breach in the therapist-patient relationship, Belle's soft heart had won out when it came to one of her bleakest cases. Rather than allow L to continue renting a bed at the local YMCA, she had offered him her spare room on a temporary basis.
Just how temporary the basis was going to be was up in the air, though. In the spare room previously occupied by Belle's mother, L was getting decently comfortable... enough, at least, to decide that he could go through the full closets in search of something resembling curtains.
He found a pair of tasteful, patterned ones fairly easily after unpacking several boxes of sheets, knick-knacks, and personal affects that had belonged to the room's prior resident, but hanging them proved to be a problem. They caught on the rod, and tugging at them only caused an ominous ripping sound. He settled for bunching them up unevenly, realizing too late that some of the rings had been missed and leaving it. It was ultimately good enough for day-sleeping, which, after spending an entire night staring at a blank word document, was almost preferable.
Hugging his police radio close, he buried himself in the sloppy nest of blankets and started to drift off.
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Moreso, she wrestled with the idea it would set back his recovery. She had, in the end, been able to convince herself that his being homeless and relying on the YMCA for shelter would have done so much more drastically...especially when he'd seemed on the verge of making a fledgling effort of getting himself together by looking for a job.
Two or three weeks, she'd decided, would not do any drastic damage, and he seemed to be obeying the ground rules she'd set well enough. He had not ventured into her room, as far as she could tell, and he'd not gone through any of her things (looking for wires, bugs, or otherwise). She had been on the verge of fooling herself that this arrangement might find the both of them coming out of it unscathed after all.
As she sat at the kitchen table, quietly observing the latest numbers post that had surfaced on the blank notebook page she'd penciled her number in the margins of, she had nearly been able to ignore the sounds of rustling and faint jingling emanating from the spare room. It was not until the pronounced sound of tearing cloth that her attention was drawn fully.
Quickly marking out her number, she padded down the hallway to investigate, rapping gently on the door.
"L?"
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It was not effective.
"Yes? What is it?"
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She stopped short at the mess of things half-in and half-out of their boxes, not at all resembling the careful way she'd packed them away.
"....those are my mother's." she said, directing the comment to no one object in particular. There were too many.
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"Yeah... I figured they weren't yours, or else you'd be using them, but it's my bedtime, and sun is not conducive to sleep, you know?"
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He didn't do it out of disrespect. This begins and ends at the light bothering him and his wanting to sleep...
It was self-centered and childish, certainly, but fell in-step perfectly with Lazarus as she'd come to know him over the months.
"If you'd asked, I have a set of blackout curtains in the linen closet..." she said, stepping into the room to begin folding and putting away the things that had been pulled out of the boxes.
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It also meant he didn't have to leave his room, which he avoided more than was probably healthy.
"But... now that I'm aware, could I please have it?"
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She reflexively moved to put them back where he'd gotten them from, and then paused, thinking better of it and setting the boxes outside of the spare bedroom's door instead, deciding they would be safer in her own closet for the duration of his stay.
That done, she disappeared into the hallway for a moment before returning with an armload of dark, heavy drapes.
"There used to be a video store across the street, and their neon sign came right between the blinds. So I made and used these until they went out of business." she said, moving to start taking down his poor attempt at hanging Elaine's floral curtains.
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The curtains were folded over twice and laid aside after she'd freed them from the rod before she began to hang up the ones she'd brought in.
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"I misunderstand so many things, I suppose it feels normal."
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The difference was huge, really...where the floral curtains had put a gauze over the daylight coming in, the blackout curtains completely intercepted it, to the point that she would have trouble seeing what she was doing if not for the natural light from the hallway pouring in.
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"Well... I'm still working there. I would tell you if I got fired, but if you're asking about my hands... I made something." He rolled out of his blankets, turning on the room's light to pluck what he and Ray had built off of the bureau.
It was an interesting contraption, made mostly of leather and metal, and L happily rattled off how it worked as he held it up to his elbow to illustrate it. "It straps on right before the arm bends, and then runs parallel to the forearm and wrist, and the loop on the end holds the pitcher. It can lock in place, or tilt to pour. It works really well, especially since we were able to weld parts of it. It's very secure and I haven't spilled a pitcher since we finished it."