Manny (chargeintheair) wrote in evaluation, @ 2020-02-04 20:52:00 |
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Manny was running short on basically everything that he used to help keep himself out of his own head. Things like cigarettes, alcohol, the occasionally bad for him candy bar and painkillers. Of course he couldn't get the same level grade of painkillers as he did back home but then he knew people, people who weren't exactly the picture of fine upstanding citizens which didn't really matter all that much to Manny when they could get him what he needed. In the compound there was the clinic but he didn't think they'd just be signing out painkillers without rhyme or reason so for now he was going to make do with whatever he could get his hands on. Currently that did in fact include but was not limited to: cigarettes, candy, alcohol, chewing gum and a few more easy to eat items meaning that if he wasn't feeling like leaving his room and facing the world then he didn't have to. Being here was great in a lot of ways (i.e. no ghosts) but at the same time he was feeling a little disconnected. He'd found a home in Midnight, one he'd been willing to fight and die for (nearly had as well) and now? Now he had to start all over. Baby steps or at least that's what he told himself but sometimes it felt more like giant leaps. So caught up in his own head he failed to notice that he was no longer alone in the Bodega and as he turned his shoulder caught somebody else's and then there were items all over the floor. "Fuck," he uttered softly before quickly crouching to help the other person gather up their things. "I'm so sorry, I was totally not paying attention." |