partyonwayne (partyonwayne) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-09-05 22:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-25, brian |
Just shut up!
Who: Brian and Open
Where: Random grocery store
When: Afternoon
All right, fine. So it was a regular thing, having to help out with some shopping, usually getting stuff mom and James - boy that sounded very Oedipus of him, didn't it? Yikes - forgot to get. Brian was fine with it, he had been brought up with the notion that he needed to help out, that was fine by him most of the time. This was not one of those times. Not only had his mother interrupted a damn fine run of Counter Strike Source, but Brian also was not keen on getting out of the house. The other night, when he had to go to work, he'd all but shit his pants on the way to and from the Berry Bucket. The trick, he had found, was driving as fast as he could and stop for no one. No one. Unless someone happened to be standing right in the way of the car, obviously. In those cases, Brian just skewed around. Call it being a dick; in Brian Wayne's opinion, sometimes survival warranted being a dick. Deal with it.
It still stood that Brian really didn't want to hit the grocery store to get some five items they had forgotten for tonight's dinner, or some stupid thing like that. "Order pizza", he'd said, but of course dear James Wayne could not eat pizza because he was too stupid to watch his own cholesterol without inferring on other people's eating habits. And too selfish and self-entitled to cook for himself.
There was something people needed to understand, however: Brian wasn't scared of being attacked, obviously. Not that he was a big bad brave man, it was just that it was day time and Brian trusted the vampires' common sense enough to think they probably wouldn't attack in broad daylight. If they even could walk out during the day. He had no idea. In any case, the problem were not vampires; it was people, and their thoughts. Never in Brian's life had he read such dark minds as he had lately, and it freaked him out. He couldn't feel their emotions outright, but considering the thought snippets he got wind of - and inward freak-outs were usually too strong for him to unconsciously block - he didn't need too. People were ugly when they were scared, and most of the time they did not make much sense.
The mentality of generalization, finding scapegoats to blame and thus someone to attack regardless of their blame in the situation - that was the scary thing.
At one point during his little walk around the store, Brian actually had to stop, lean against a shelf and take a few breaths. This was getting insane, and he was going insane if he didn't find a way to block everything out soon. "Aaaaagh!" He groaned, clenching his jaw. "Goddamn it, make it stop."