Gil Godwin (the_elusive) wrote in midway_ic, @ 2011-08-31 21:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | gil godwin, week 3 |
{ w h o } Gil (solo)
{ w h a t } A different kind of entertainment.
{ w h e n } Wednesday night
{ w h e r e } Downtown
{ r a t i n g } PG
{ s t a t u s } Complete
Gil chose Wednesday night, when it seemed like half the carnival had gotten together to go to the movies. Fewer people to see him sneak off towards town on his own. Fewer people to wonder where he was headed, or to get curious and follow him.
You couldn't be too careful.
He didn't know exactly where he was going, but it wasn't hard. In pretty much any city a person could feel their way from rich to poor, from good neighborhood to bad. Follow the run-down buildings, the broken glass, like they were street signs.
It wasn't hard for Gil to wander until he found himself exactly where he needed to be. The right street corner, the right alley, the right spot to find a man half in the shadows, hard-muscled and rough-handed. A man who wouldn't remember your face and whose face you could forget just as easily. A man you could follow into that darkened alley without the need to say a single word, thank god, no words at all. Just a flash of your money.
When Gil emerged later, he was aching and bruised and sated and sunk deep in his own self-loathing.
He pulled his hat low over his head and checked at every corner to make sure he was not seen returning.
You couldn't be too careful.