Ulfy (thehuntgoeson) wrote in nomadsrpg, @ 2013-03-01 21:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | lot, niro, week one |
Monday 21st
Who: Lot & Niro
When: Early evening Monday 21st
Where: The deck of Niro's boat
What: Lot is trying to concentrate on security detail.
When Gabriel had said get ready for an adventure Lot had never once assumed that he was being dramatic. Gabriel might have looked like a mad hap hazard scientist, like doc from back to the future, but he was a master chemist. He didn't know where the guy got his education but he was going to sing it's praises because Lot was buzzing harder than he ever had. He'd never felt so good. Not even back in the nineties when people were trying to prolong the trip of the eighties and stave of the depression of grunge. And better yet Lot knew that as nefarious as the drug trade was Gabriel wasn't about to cut his substances with rat poison.
When he'd exited the home he'd had to take a breather to get his bearings. Everything was vibrating, jumping out at him to be recognised by his fresh eyes. Gone was the fatigue of the morning. Lot felt like he was flying. As he put one foot in front of the other he felt like he was eating up the distance like a gazelle running across the savannah. He was superman sailing through the air. He was a fucking god. He was moving so fast time couldn't keep up. Time was his bitch, he was a frickin' time lord!
See if he didn't get stuff done now!
Hopping up onto the port he made his way to Niro's boat and launched climbed up the hanging ladder to the boats deck. "Niro!" he hollared banging on the cabin wall impatiently.