Saint Patrick ☘ (shamrocked_) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2011-01-30 11:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | hermes, saint patrick |
Who: Saint Patrick and Hermes
What: Two people who will never quite understand each other trying to have a conversation
When: Saturday afternoon
Where: In front of Patrick's apartment, a car, and Hermes' fake ID business place
Patrick had slipped out of the apartment to get bread. That was all he wanted. Just a loaf of bread so he could have toast, maybe with beans, or perhaps with jam and butter. Toast was all he really wanted, and he had had to resort to oatmeal for breakfast because all the bread was gone. Patrick suspected David.
Being 'abducted', even if only for a few hours and under rather amusing circumstances, wasn't high on his list of things he wanted to do. He wanted toast, not excitement, though in the end he was glad he had had the oatmeal.
He had taken the steps from his apartment two at a time in his excited anticipation of toasty goodness. He hadn't made it more than ten steps before the window of a black, ominous-looking car opened a crack and Patrick heard a creepy voice say, "Saint Patrick."
Patrick froze in his spot, his toasty-thought-induced smile fading from his face. He turned warily towards the window, but he couldn't see into the car. Someone knew his real identity, however. Someone in a creepy car with a creepy voice and Patrick imagined several creepy faces to match. One was Voldemort, though he was fairly sure Voldemort wasn't in Brooklyn.
"Saint Patrick, open the door and get in."
Patrick blinked, feeling rather out of his depth. He was well aware it was stupid to get into a stranger's car, even if you were 1,623 instead of 12. "Uhm...no thanks, don't need a ride. I'm just going to the store on the corner, so-"
"Saint Patrick." The voice sounded disappointed.
"Shhh!" Patrick flapped his hands as the occasional person passing him gave him a strange look. "What do you want...weird...creepy person?"
"My boss wants to talk to you. Get in the car."
"Who is your boss?" Patrick asked, taking a step backwards. Was Opium behind this? No, Opium wouldn't bother. Alcohol? It was probably Alcohol.
"You'll find out if you get in the car," the voice said, impatient now. "If you don't get it we'll drag you in, but that will cause a scene and who wants that?"
Patrick stared at his slightly scared reflection in the blackened window and he thought of just running back inside or at least trying, but instead he found himself saying something that shocked even him. "Okay okay! But my friend is a detective, so just you...keep that in mind," Patrick said, opening the door and climbing in. He only did so because he was now sure this was Alcohol's doing and despite knowing it was a bad idea, and knowing it would disappoint the people he loved, he wanted to see her. He was also sure John was never going to let him hear the end of this.
The inside of the car was dark and Patrick was separated from the drivers by a screen. The moment the door was closed, it locked and the car pulled away from the curb. Patrick knocked on the screen he couldn't see through. "Hello? I thought we were going to talk, where are you taking me?!" He received no reply and so Patrick leaned back against the backseat and he tried to watch out the window to see where he was going. It was hard to see, and as they got farther and farther away from his house, he recognised their surroundings less and less.
And slowly, he started feeling more worried that he was about to die. Maybe this wasn't Alcohol's doing. Maybe he had just willingly stepped into a car and let himself be abducted and now he was going to some underground bunker where he would never again see the light of day?! Why hadn't he brought his cell phone?! From now on he was carrying it everywhere, even to the store.