If Marc Emery is the Prince of Pot, I'm the King! (upinsmoke) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-03-02 19:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | marijuana, shrooms |
Who: Marijuana and Shrooms
Where: Police station/The Highway
When: Late afternoon
Warnings: Language, drug use.
A sister taken, a brother missing and another brother in prison. Opium hurt, his relationship with Harmony so close to the end that Marijuana knew it would be destroyed the next time they saw each other, the fact that Tracer had melted down... It was almost too much for Marijuana to handle but he was dressed well in his 'prison/court' suit and flanked by two ice cold, high paid lawyers who were kept on retainer just for this. It turned out he hadn't needed them, Tracer was only getting a fine and needed someone to sign him out, but they argued about the amount of the fine anyway as one of the police led Marijuana to the holding cell.
Although his face was a tad pale, it was set into the mask he usually wore when dealing with police officers. Just to be in the police station was horrible. He had an uncanny sense for picking out cops and authority figures and was being barraged by paranoid little tingles that told him to run and not look back. Except for a twitch at the corner of his eye as the cop moved in front of him to unlock the cell, Marijuana was stoic as they led Tracer out of the cell.
A guarded smile that promised they would talk once away from the cops appeared on his face when he saw his brother and he reached out with a little bit of immortal power in an attempt to ground him, to make him feel connected.