Limos (famine_fatal) wrote in cadosuperum, @ 2009-07-11 23:49:00 |
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Current mood: | discontent |
Limos frowned at his drink, his Blackberry unearthly silent as the buzz of the club disappeared into the background. He was, usually, rather talkative, but tonight he wasn't. The cops were backing off him as a main suspect, but the mysterious 'M' kept sending him things, texting him...and otherwise not telling him who they were.
He didn't like not knowing.
So he wasn't dancing tonight, he wasn't partying it up, and after a while he stood, paid his tab and left. What was the point of sulking into a drink around fat people if you couldn't enjoy the fact that they were all starving themselves to death? Nothing, if you asked him. His Blackberry buzzed, and he frowned again as he pulled it out of his pocket and peeked at it.
Leaving so soon?
He didn't know the number, but he was starting to learn he didn't need to. 'M' was the only one that ever texted him like that, and he was starting to find it annoying. Who knew stalkers could be annoying?
Where they at least thin? Might not be so bad if they were. The phone buzzed again.
Y wont u ever answer me?
Frowning he sighed as he found a park bench to plop down on.
I don't even know u. He hit send, and waited.
u could.
y should i?
arent u curious?
He frowned, a little.
ill met u at home.
...That didn't sound all that promising. But then again, it wasn't like they were a theoi. At least, most likely they were not.