Connor Callahan will taste the sun (bullet_scrip) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2011-02-10 19:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | guerrero, revolution man |
Who: Gideon and Connor
What: There's a big surprise in Gideon's apartment.
Where: Bathos 604
When: Tonight
Warnings: Swearing is extremely likely.
Sometimes, situations just created themselves. Tonight saw one of those situations emerge. How it happened, no one knew. Maybe it started with a TV marathon or a weird infomercial played a bit too loudly. Maybe there was a bottle or a cigarette, a spark that lit the fire. Maybe he had a little too much cash and spare time. Whatever the case, Gideon's apartment was transformed on Thursday night from what it once was to what it could be.
The furniture was draped with red, white, and pink streamers. Colored curls twisted down from the ceiling, ending in frayed tips that dipped down to nose height. Walking through the apartment was like walking through a forest of crepe paper and glitter. The pillows were splashed with red sparkles, the floor dusted with beads. It was as if a small child had run wild, unchecked, and forgotten to clean up their mess. There was little rhyme or reason to the decorations, clearly not the work of a professional. The tape was showing and the ends were raw, with clumps of glitter and lint stuck between the tape and streamers.
If one were able to make it through this red and pink nightmare, he would see a distinct trail of glitter footprints leading from the edge of the living room to the bathroom. The door was left ajar, half-closed carelessly. More glitter mess dusted the bathroom floor, though the most obvious change about the room came in the form of an unconscious man sprawled out in the bathtub, head underneath the water spigot and foot draped over the edge. His hands were covered in glitter, as was his entire front, and a metal flask was held tightly in his hand.