Vaughn Davis (shebringscurses) wrote in bellumlogs, @ 2010-02-06 03:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | black forest witch |
Who: Vaughn. Narrative.
What: She finds a baggie of pills.
Where: 1002.
When: After she discovers this. Probably a few days after it's left. After Rosalie, too.
Warnings: None.
It was a rarity when Vaughn swung by 1002, but it still happened on occasion. Under the veil of a stranger's face, a maintenance man or somebody nondescript that she noticed on the street one day. A likeness other than her's, anyway. Sometimes she stepped into the old comfort of her apartment, quite aware that she still was incapable of returning to it for some time. She picked through the records, which were gathering dust. She pulled a sweater from a hanger to take with her. She visited the shrine. Every couple of weeks, she'd do it all again.
But on this instance, when she walked into 1002 under the cover of night(and disguised as Leah, to boot), she kicked something unfamiliar with her initial step over the threshold. Closing the door and a kneel to investigate exposed the offender as a ziploc full of pills. There was a note, and she gave it a brief examination before smirking.
Boyd. For who else would slip her a little xanax prescription?
Disgusted, she stalked to the kitchen. These idiots, these children. They kept fueling her, and she fed on it. They gave her all the ammunition she'd ever need. Vlad and his ridiculous assumptions. Shane's jealousy. Boyd's drugs. It was an arsenal, and she stockpiled it all.
She wrenched open forgotten drawers and extracted two metal spoons. Using a cereal bowl as her workspace, she diligently crushed each and every pill. Placing it on one spoon, and smashing the back of another over it until she was left with nothing but a pale, rosy powder.
Thirty pills didn't amount to very much; a shotglass worth of sedative. Enough to drop a grown man, though. Vaughn dumped the powder into the bag and pocketed it for later, smiling.