darkkarr (darkkarr) wrote in x_2012, @ 2010-10-07 19:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | reaver, x-23 |
Who: Reaver OT X-23
What: Sibling love~! Or something...
When: Thursday, late night
Where: Haven kitchen
Warnings: Language, likely violence, Karr making a royal ass out of himself. The usual.
Karr was torn between a good mood and a really, really bad one. His head was swimming pleasantly thanks to the whiskey saturating his system. Being drunk often mellowed the ever-agitated young feral out, though there was always the risk that his mood would swing back around to violence. His pending bad mood was caused by the fact that he finished off his stash, and that meant he was going to have to buy or steal more. Not that he really minded either, but it was a drag not having it waiting for him whenever the mood would strike him. Maybe he could nick a few bucks off Logan to make the process of acquiring booze a little easier. That plan came with its own set of risks, of course.
Shrugging thoughts of tracking down more booze until he needed more booze, Karr dragged his hairy self towards the kitchen. Buzzed though he was, his body was craving food. Cheese, bread, something greasy maybe. There had to be something good in there. His brown hair fell in unwashed, stringy waves around his face, the seat of his baggy and ripped jeans dirty from where he had parked himself on the ground out in the woods. He wandered into the kitchen, his steps more stable than they really had any right being, jerked the refrigerator door open a little harder than need be, and ducked down to peer inside, narrowly missing slamming his head on a shelf. He really was a disaster just waiting to happen.