stealinyurstuff (stealinyurstuff) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-05-15 18:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-14, bonnie |
Love and Loathing in Scarlet Oak
Who: Neil and Bonnie
When: 7:00AM
Where: The South Hamilton Street Performance Artists
What: Fire starters and happenstance
South Hamilton Street was quiet this early in the morning, which was of importance to Neil MacKenna because – seeing how he was collapsed insensible and smoldering on the sidewalk in front of the renovated town theatre – he liked his privacy. Now the art thief in question was usually never this out of sorts, point of fact he hadn’t been in this much shambles for years and were he capable of coherent thought processes just then he might have blamed this crazy fucking town, where the improbable was possible and the hits never stopped coming. No rest for the wicked was the appropriate wording, or would be if Abri were here to lecture him but Neil had argued with his Familiar so heatedly she’d seen fit to leave him alone to cool off for the night.
He was not, exactly, making the best use of his time in that regard.
Neil was drugged. Again. Second third time in 48 hours and he was starting to think that karma was fucking him out of spite… well he wasn’t thinking that exactly. He wasn’t thinking too clearly just then because every inch of his skin was glowing with hazy swarms of pleasure, liquid euphoria swimming through his veins in hot rivers that made his skin much hotter than any sensible fire elemental should have allowed. Distantly, he knew he needed to get up and get the fuck out of here but he couldn't seem to make his body move.
His jeans and jacket were streaked in ash, black smeared across his face, hair sticking up wildly in every which direction. It had the effect of making him look like the survivor of a bomb explosion in addition to totally strung out on whatever it was that his little nightmare attacker had pumped into his system last night. He kept smelling burnt cloth, which made him think he was burning up his T-shirt beneath his jacket. This would have been more upsetting if he wasn't high and could realize maybe that smoldering in public was not, really, a very good idea.