Mary Magdalene (gospel_of_mary) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2012-12-06 13:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | huitzilopochtli, mary magdalene |
WHO: Mary & Huitzilopotchli
WHEN: Wednesday night
WHERE: An unnamed street outside an unnamed bar
WHAT: Ex-lovers having their first run in.
WARNINGS: tba
Mary wasn't sure of how the term 'cold as hell' had become a thing. Even to those not involved in the Christian way of things knew the basic that Hell was pretty damn hot and fiery. Nevertheless, as Mary stood outside the bar in her barely there dress, smoking a pilfered cigarette, all that she kept thinking was, it's as fucking cold as hell right now.
She'd left her coat inside but didn't feel like facing the bar again just yet. It was just a room full of men she didn't want to deal with. It was a room full of men she knew she'd eventually pick someone from to fuck and make rent.
Sometimes Mary missed her job at the police station, but she'd been no good at that. She was too flighty, too insubstantial as a person to hold down anything for very long. Even in Judea she'd been famous for walking around the country following some guy. No wonder it was all she was good at now.
She let a tendril of smoke escape over her lip, spiraling up into the night sky where she knew stars existed but could never see them. Cities were depressing like that. She didn't know how anyone could believe in God while living in a maze of cement boxes and neon lights.