Deimos | God of Dread (terrorandmayhem) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-03-11 23:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | ares, deimos |
Who: Ares and Deimos
What: Ares picks Deimos up in readiness for the Disney trip
When: Evening
Where: Deimos' squat
Warnings: Language, TBD
Deimos had packed his bag - some bolts from the floor of the squat, a feather from a pigeon, the now dead raccoon, a tshirt that looked like it had been used by a mechanic and thrown away and a crushed plastic bottle full of something sludgy and black - and filled the bottom tray of the fridge with dirt from the floor, closing it and then patting it like it was a puppy, telling it he'd be back soon.
He flicked at the dead light switch (leading to a bare wire which wouldn't have lit up anything even if the electricity had been on) and walked out of the falling, condemned building, holding onto the strap of his slightly bulky shoulder bag.
He sat himself down in a little huddle on the steps by the front door and waited for his Daddy to pull up, looking up and down the road for the car and pulling out a cigarette from seemingly nowhere. He lit up and smoked, talking to Kitty and curling a piece of his rather dirty hair around equally dirty fingers; his clothes looked like he'd slept in them, mostly cause he had, and he had a tell-tale smear of something dark that looked like old blood on his neck.
Apparently he wasn't too bothered.
He looked up eagerly as a car went by, half getting up off the steps until he saw it drove by, not his Daddy. He sighed, sat back down and waited for the next car.