If Marc Emery is the Prince of Pot, I'm the King! (upinsmoke) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-02-20 13:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | brad hayward, ecstasy, marijuana |
Who: Marijuana, Brad Hayward, Ecstasy
Where: The Highway
When: Afternoon
Warnings: Drugs, possible violence, language
To say Marijuana was in a bad mood would be an understatement. Wes and the other guard were healthy, yet still disoriented and his mortals were asking even more questions. Dave, while benefiting under the power Heroin had added to the cloud of calm, still scratched at his arms more often and was always pale these days. Cam was hidden in the apartment building across the street with the supercomputers Marijuana had purchased from Cam's designs months ago, working diligently at protecting the websites. Still, as Marijuana puttered around the shop, cleaning the cases, working out the accounting (laundering thousands of dollars through one tiny shop was getting harder and harder these days), and making sure his drug runners were safe and off the streets for the better part of the day, he couldn't help the fact that his anger was growing inside of him.
They had messed with his territory, his men, his work and whatever intentions they had, Marijuana wasn't pleased. The very thought that they would dare to mess with his works was foreign to him. In his mind, the drug gods ruled this city, ruled the mortals within and for them to trespass on his territory was a grave slight indeed. Earlier, he had thrown shit around his apartment, put his fist through a wall but he was calmer now, sitting at the counter and toking constantly. The shop filled with the heavy smoke and things were getting hazy. At the very least, Marijuana's anger had been released but it still lingered like a bomb waiting to go off at the slightest provocation.