zydratemoloko (zydratemoloko) wrote in genetic_opera, @ 2009-03-23 16:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | alex, lawrence |
Setting: One of the city's cemeteries
Time: Nighttime
Open To: Anyone and everyone who would care to play with Alex...and/or anyone who might find him/herself in a graveyard after dark...
Rating: TBA
She'd always thought that running from the law and darting through darkened cemeteries would be quite unglamorous, and not for the first time, she wished she'd been right. The alley behind the graveyard had been empty when she'd first started down it, but in no time at all a horde of junkies had clustered in her wake as though they could sense the zydrate between her coat and body. Not that she wasn't interested in the junkies, but these were the types that couldn't pay, and therefore they were also the type that turned Alex's stomach. She was relieved to leave them when she passed through the cemetery gate.
Funny how everyone thought the death market made for easy money. Clearly they were missing something essential: there was nothing easy about this. She told everyone, even Doll, that the dead made for better company because they didn't have to run their mouths all the time. At first, it hadn't even been the bullshit that it had since become. But now? Ha. Now she hated them, their empty eyes, their lips peeled back to bare their yellow teeth. She didn't know who they had been in life, she didn't care, but it didn't make their deaths weigh any lighter on her shoulders.
The familiar pop as her needle passed into the corpse's skull sent a perverse thrill down her spine. It was almost a relief, and when the syringe came away filled with its glowing blue payload she held it to her eye, half a smile temporarily illumined with unnatural light.