Phobos (fearandpanic) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-07-26 05:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | phobos, wikipedia |
Who: Phobos (fearandpanic) & OPEN
What: On the prowl for his lost twin.
Where: Manhattan, NYC
When: Saturday night.
Warnings: Language
A sense of deja vu kept creeping up on him as he wandered aimlessly through the streets and alleys of the city. Only it wasn't so much deja vu; it was a memory. Phobos had done this not too long ago with exactly the same purpose. With the small difference that this time he didn't have to show up at one of the grown-ups' places but intended to grab his twin and run before anyone, by which he meant his parents, noticed they were here.
"Great. Just fucking great."
If he'd known that of all the things that slipped his brother's mind, the ear-pulling incident with their grandfather would stick and prompt the brunet to seek revenge, he would have kept his mouth shut. In fact, he should probably make it a habit to always keep his mouth shut when he was around his family. Talking always led to some sort of blow-up and he was getting tired of wanting to gag himself or bash his head into the closest available hard surface or think about giving himself up for adoption...
Fishing a smoke out of his pocket, he stuck it between his lips and lit it. Screw those dirty looks people gave him. It wasn't like he could get cancer or anything and he didn't give a crap if any of them got it and died a horrible and painful death because of him and his bad habit. They could all rot at the bottom of that dirty, stinking pit in Tartarus for all he cared.
And why was that fucking stitched up hole in his fucking stomach itching like a bitch?
Phobos took a sharp turn and ended up in the alley where he'd met Lilith the first time. Maybe he'd get lucky twice?
"Ri-ight. 'Cos luck's obviously my best friend forever. Stupid fickle dumbass dunghole bitch tart fuckface..."
Yeah, the God of Fear was not a very happy camper.