Gilman Black (gilmanblack) wrote in horror_story, @ 2013-03-27 11:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | complete, cycle002, gilman, mike |
Who: Gilman and Mike.
What: Gilman is taking Belli’s advice and seeking assistance from Mike. Mike, as it happens, needs some assistance of his own.
Where: Mike’s trailer.
When: January 7th, early morning on through to around midnight.
Rating: Gilman and Mike are rude dudes: swearing, drug use, and casual mentions of abuse and necrophilia! GO MURDER BRO TEAM, GO!
He’d been a little too unsettled to see Mike on the sixth, but after a full night of Dahlia harping on him? He was ready to talk. He had tried to text Mike a few times, but Dahlia had practically screamed at him about it. The cops could track those things! And now that Dahlia’s mother was suspicious? Now that, apparently, a few people were? He needed to step as carefully as he could. And step one was getting the fucking bitch out of his trailer and into the vacant apartment.
Gilman had tried calling CJ. Not that he had money for coke, but maybe begging would get him... something. One toot off a toilet seat just to get him through the day. The fucker hadn’t picked up, though, and he’d given up. Enough. He could handle McBrayer, even if he was a little afraid of the guy. They had similar problems. They had a friend in common. No reason to punch Gilman’s lights out. Dahlia had warned him to be on his best behaviour, and he’d snarled back that he knew that already. Enough. Enough. He had been standing in front of Mike’s place for a good ten minutes before he stopped muttering to himself and knocked solidly on the door.
“Hey, it’s Gilman,” he said. Mike had fixed his heater, but he hadn’t been running it since he’d killed Dahlia, wary of her getting too much rot on. Doubtful Mike had noticed him not using it, but maybe other residents might assume that’s why he was there. It was important to cover his tracks. The blind whore was being very clear about that, “I need to talk to you.”
He almost always brought a peace offering for Mike, but this time, he was empty handed. Gilman looked like he hadn’t slept in days (he hadn’t) and that he hadn’t had a good meal in longer, and it served the purpose of making him look more like a scruffy bum than usual.
Gilman didn’t smell super great, either. Like fuck he was taking a shower in a trailer with no heat.