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I guess that makes this AUjima 02.
[It's been weeks since he sent that letter off. Technically, nothing has really changed. Every day, he still wakes up to the same ceiling and is shuffled off on the same schedule, every hour, every week passes into a blur. It is all the same. Still, something slight has shifted in that time - a sense of relief somewhere in the back of his head, like a sigh and a 'Oh, made it through that one.' The only thing is, Adachi has no idea what 'that one' is. He doesn't even know why he thinks it.
The monotony is only broken by one of two things. When it gets too much - all that disappointment and suffocating mundaneness (and maybe, just maybe, a pin prick's amount of guilt), Adachi thinks about rooftops and television antennae, and maybe just ending it somehow. But no, it always comes back to the same thing - he failed at that too, and he can hardly bring himself to try something now. Figures, he always thinks, I can't even end things properly without someone telling me it's not allowed. His life consists of You Are Allowed's and You Are Not Allowed's these days. It feels like kindergarten and the tightening of a noose.
The second thing is more surprising. Every once in a while, he gets a request for a meeting. He always accepts them, because otherwise, it'd drive him mad. Usually, it's people he doesn't know - the faces of the lives he's ignorantly hurt. That makes today an oddity. Adachi sits down, rubbing his wrists as the guard uncuffs him, and tilts his head at the man across the interrogation table.]
To what do I owe the pleasure, Dojima-san? I thought the investigation'd be over by now, or do you guys really work that slow even without me trying to get in your way?
[ooc; AU!Dojima who joined the Investigation Team, take 2!]
The monotony is only broken by one of two things. When it gets too much - all that disappointment and suffocating mundaneness (and maybe, just maybe, a pin prick's amount of guilt), Adachi thinks about rooftops and television antennae, and maybe just ending it somehow. But no, it always comes back to the same thing - he failed at that too, and he can hardly bring himself to try something now. Figures, he always thinks, I can't even end things properly without someone telling me it's not allowed. His life consists of You Are Allowed's and You Are Not Allowed's these days. It feels like kindergarten and the tightening of a noose.
The second thing is more surprising. Every once in a while, he gets a request for a meeting. He always accepts them, because otherwise, it'd drive him mad. Usually, it's people he doesn't know - the faces of the lives he's ignorantly hurt. That makes today an oddity. Adachi sits down, rubbing his wrists as the guard uncuffs him, and tilts his head at the man across the interrogation table.]
To what do I owe the pleasure, Dojima-san? I thought the investigation'd be over by now, or do you guys really work that slow even without me trying to get in your way?
[ooc; AU!Dojima who joined the Investigation Team, take 2!]
no subject
[He can hear the guard approaching, but he doesn't turn to look.]
no subject
[Dojima gives a curt nod to the guard, heading toward the door.]
See you around, then.