Lowell Tracey (gravetostage) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2019-05-08 21:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !log, nikita mears (neverhadahome), ~2019 may, ~25 points, ~~lowell tracey (gravetostage) |
Who: Lowell Tracey & Nikita Mears
When: Wednesday Evening
Where: Hinkles
What: Dinner.
Rating/Warnings: TBD
Status: Incomplete and Closed
It had been a little over two months since he had arrived in town; and while he was still a typically self isolated zombie who survived by eating brains...well the last few weeks really hadn't been all that bad. Oh Lowell missed his old life in Seattle from time to time. Mostly because his old life had been a bit easier then this one; after all back there he had had his trust fund, a fresh supply of gourmet brains delivered to his door, his band to play with, and the freedom to travel as well. Here though, well most of that was no longer an option. The boxes of brain tubes that showed up on his doorstep certainly helped with the hunger, and the lack of visions or weird personality traits was appreciated too. Heck the Brit had even managed to find a job as well, teaching music and music related classes at the college. So all things considered, things here were going about as well as he could've hoped for.
Even while Tracey was already dead, he found it hard to completely kill off his social life too. Oh he lived in constant fear of accidentally hurting people, or being found out. Yet after talking with a few others around town some of those worries about being discovered...and subsequently murdered subsided. The fact that he was having dinner with Nikita at all, instead of holing up in his apartment for another night of being alone, was proof that he was slowly coming out of his shell as well. So as he sat there at the table, sipping on an extra spicy Bloody Mary, the Brit patiently waited for his new friend to arrive; while causally eyeing the menu to see if anything looked appealing. Truth be told he rarely bothered with plain human food anymore. Unless it was mixed together with the brain paste stuff he ate to survive. Still if an item was flavorful enough he could at least taste it, and any texture was a bit better than goopy brain matter.