solvent_abuse (solvent_abuse) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-09-01 18:09:00 |
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Current location: | outside the skatepark |
Current mood: | confused |
Current music: | The Pod - Hum |
Entry tags: | inhalants |
Who: Inhalants & OPEN to anyone
What: Inhalants being pessimistic and a little bit sorry for himself.
Where: Skatepark
When: Monday evening
Warnings: Possibly language and drug use, girl death, TBA
Inhalants had been in the net cafe playing Neopets and trying to look at porn when Nergal's journal entry caught his eye. He had a scan through, feeling a pang that he'd become too used to when he saw that his boyfriend had been suffering a migraine and then wanted some company and hadn't given him a call - he checked his phone quickly before sliding it back into his pocket - hadn't given him a call asking him to come over.
That was normal though, right, when your significant other needed space? Right?
Either way, he didn't like the way Nergal was being drowned in work and it was some kind of weird psychic balance, or something, that meant that Diligence wanted a job at the same time... so he'd flicked her a quick couple of comments trying to marry the needy with the needy but asked to remain anonymous, just in case his meddling in his boyfriend's career life wasn't appreciated.
That done he gave up the hunt for porn, his libido entirely gone for the moment, left his Neopet in it's cyberbasket and kicked up his skateboard for a meander down to the skatepark.
He said 'hi' to the kids he knew there, noticing the ones who were using and tweaking their highs a little, although he didn't kill them, even though he wanted to; maybe he should get Nergal a different kind of present this time. Or maybe that was the problem... he could be too clingy at times, right, too overbearing? Maybe he needed to stop sending presents. But then maybe Nergal would think he wasn't interested anymore (laughable). Crap.
Alas, Inhalants had always failed like this at his relationships, far too teenage and emotional for anyone older than him to want to bother and far too demanding for anyone younger than him or his own 'age' to keep up.
He spent the better part of the afternoon in the park, hanging out with the kids and showing off his mad skillz, uncaring of the danger he put himself in because he could mend a broken elbow in three minutes flat. It was waning onto evening and the sun was going down when someone got the cheap plonk out and passed it round, Inhalants taking a swig of it and supplementing it with some paint thinner that he pulled out from... somewhere. No one seemed to notice or care about where it had appeared from as they were too busy getting drunk, or high, or both.
Of course, some of the kids got horny and started making out and feeling each other up. Some girls dared two boys to kiss for their mobile cameras and did the same back in return. Normally Inhalants would have been in there, but he just didn't feel like it anymore, the sight of the boys kissing in particular making his tummy do a sad little flop. He rubbed at it and moved off, followed by a girl who could only have been about fourteen or fifteen, carying her own skateboard and smoking a cigarette.
The smell of it reminded him of Big Tobacco and suddenly he just wanted to go home. Wherever THAT was anymore.
He turned to tell the girl as such but she'd come up close behind him and slid a hand around his waist, trying to lean in for a kiss; in her defence, he had been overfriendly to her in the crowd, but then he'd been overfriendly to everyone who was using there, subtly changing their highs to suit his mood with a caress here or a word there. The right kind of word of course.
He pushed her back and took a step backwards too, telling her no and then dropping his board to the ground sulkily.
She glared at him, all too-red lipstick and youth and rebellion and paint thinner and Inhalants looked down at his board, scuffing it with his Converse.
"What, I'm not good enough for you or something?" she demanded, but he picked up on the note of insecurity in her voice. Of course he did, he soaked it all up himself.
"No, just... I can't kiss you, I've got someone else."
The insecurity turned into scorn and she snorted. "What, your boyfriend?" she asked mockingly, making him look up and snarl at her.
"Yeah my boyfriend. Got a problem with that?"
"Maybe, if he even existed."
"What? Of course he fucking exists." he said between clenched teeth.
"Oh, yeah, and that's why he's here right now, oh wait, he's NOT." she sniped back sarcastically.
"He can't come out with me, he WORKS, he has a JOB, he's BUSY." Inhalants defended but an ache that had been lying there like a sleeping dog shifted in his chest. That evil bitch lady who'd commented in his journal, what had she said? About Nergal leaving in the end? About empty promises and notches on the bedpost?
"Okay, so he's busy at work but you practically live here because..." she asked, drawing the end of the question out and waiting for a reason.
'Because he needs space', he was going to say, but the words stuck in his throat. He didn't have to explain himself to her anyway, not when he could just turn up his powers in her system and kill her on the spot, which he did. Of course, the minute she fell to his feet in a pile, her fingers still twitching slightly, he felt bad. Couldn't reverse it though, that wasn't his place. Crap, he'd messed up again. And he couldn't take her back to Nergal either, not another present to smother him with... although he did drag her body in underneath the scrubby longhanging bushes on the edge of the skatepark, covering her partially with a binbag and weighing it down with some trash.
She'd dropped her cigarette. It was still kissed with her lipstick.
He picked it up and lit it himself, trudging outside the park and leaning back on the chickenwire fence while he had a smoke and fingered the padlock around his neck. He'd been claimed hadn't he. Nergal had come to his defence in the face of his ex-WIFE and had said that, explicitly, he was his and his forever... he just wished part of that forever included being around Nergal, at least some of the time.
He frowned sadly and slid down to sit on the kerb, smoking the dead girl's stolen cigarette until there was nothing left of it but the filter and burned fingertips.