Axl Johnson | The Almighty Johnsons (axlallfather) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2016-10-25 05:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, !open, ~2016 october, ~40 points, ~~axl johnson (axlallfather) |
WHO: Axl Johnson and OPEN
WHAT: Wandering aimlessly
WHEN: Tuesday morning
WHERE: Main Street
WARNINGS: Talk of drinking and drunkenness, talk of murder, language, etc
STATUS: Open/Ongoing
Axl was finally over the hangover that he'd earned himself when he'd gone out for drinks with Ty. It hadn't helped in the long run, of course, but for a few minutes he'd been lost enough to the booze that he forgot that he'd probably killed his brother. Or...he'd stopped caring that he'd probably killed his brother. Either one. Didn't matter much in the end.
But it had faded too soon, and now Axl was left to face that all over again, along with the other remnants of his shitty life. Gaia was gone, Anders was dead, and who the hell knew where Frigg was. He didn't really want to find her anymore, but until he did, his whole family was in danger. Fuck, he needed another drink.
Right now, though, it was a bit early in the morning. If he'd had a few cans left at home he would have finished them off, but he didn't, and there was something shady about the idea of buying beer before 7am. He'd have to wait until at least ten. Yeah. That seemed a little better, anyway.
Hell. How was it that the fact that he'd just recently been zapped halfway across the world to a city trapped under a magical dome was the thing about his life that was bothering him least right now? Guess that said something about the life of a Johnson brother.
Walking aimlessly, he finally gave up and threw himself down in one of the iron benches lining Main Street. He needed a shower and a shave, but right now he didn't really give a damn.