Dylan Hayes (pushme) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-06-08 19:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | dylan hayes, marijana |
Who: Dylan Hayes and Marijuana
What: So a mortal walks into a smoky dark room..
When: Monday afternoon
Where: The Highway
Dylan Hayes was a nervous wreck. Considering his paranoia, however, this was not a particularly novel state of mind for him, but the source was different. Any time he had to go somewhere new, his mind would immediately send him through a very traumatizing series of possibilities of what his new destination might hold. As he passed through the doorway into The Highway, he was trying, very ineffectively, mind, to convince himself that, no, the back room would not, in fact, be filled with spiders or a thunderstorm. He waved a hand that was slightly less bony than it had been in weeks past at Dave. It was the beginning of the month, and so he was being more diligent with his medication, plus, he had drank some orange juice yesterday, and that was nice. He heaved one of the straps of his backpack higher up on his shoulder, entered the back room, and breathed a sigh of relief when he found Marc, and only Marc, with a very sensible number of legs and no carapace to speak of.
"Hello." He said, a little nervous because he had not spoken to Marc directly before. His anxiety, however, had not been enough to keep him from the offer of heroin because, really, he did have to have his priorities.