Loren knows not what he's done. (skelterhelter) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2012-07-22 21:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | plot: memories, tate langdon |
Who: Loren / Tate Langdon
What: Memories Plot
Where: A corner store bathroom.
Things to avoid: Mentions of bad burning things.
He'd stuck around long enough to ensure that the fire was worth it before he slipped out one of the back doors and into the dawn of the city. His thoughts weren't on the church, on what would happen if the fire spread, or on what it would mean if that holy place had surveillance of any kind. When he'd cased the building, he hadn't seen any, but that didn't mean much. Loren didn't know about things like that anymore to the extent that he might have once. All he wanted to do was wash the oil and the soot from his hands. The people on the street probably thought he was just another casino drunk, because Nathan's drugs were still taking a toll on his nervous system, and Loren staggered more than he stepped. He fell into more than a few people, and one guy shoved him off with a curse before Loren tripped through the doors of a corner store. Straight to the men's room, his blackened hands clutched the white ceramic of the sink to support himself while he drew a breath. Risking a glimpse at his reflection, there was black smeared across one of his cheeks. Struggling with the automatic paper towel machine, he dampened some of the paper with water to try and rub it away. But there was something wrong, and he naturally assumed it was the drugs still in his system when his hands slipped from the sink's edge and his knees hit the floor. The water continued to run loudly above him, thundering over the sound of blood in his ears when the memories began to come.