Who: Calvin and Gio What: Calvin's life sucks When: Saturday night, May 28th (frontdated) Where: Some random alleyway. And then probably Calvin's house Rating: Mediumish for mentions of violence and general injury, plus possible cursing
I can feel the night beginning, Separate me from the living, Understanding me
The first thing that Calvin noticed when he was slammed unceremoniously back into consciousness was the shooting pain in his thighs, a pain that radiated over his bum. Opening his eyes, Calvin shivered, then let out a low, involuntary moan. Every inch seemed sore; his muscles cramped and his soft, battered skin out for cream or ointment or... something to make the sharp stinging stop. He just laid their for a few moments, his head resting against the half-wet pavement of the shadowy alleyway. Obviously something had happened.
The last thing that Calvin could remember was the subway stop. He'd been just about to get on the train at Park Station when he'd just... lost it. Everything. No memories, no consciousness, not a whisper of control. Whatever spirit had found its way into his body, it had been unbearably strong. On the other hand, it had been a long day for Calvin and he'd been tired and caught off guard, so he hadn't fought the spirit at all when it entered his body. Clearly, he should've.
Dragging himself from the ground, Calvin used the wall for support as he pulled his beaten body upright. Glancing around his surrounding for a moment, he realized that his vision was fuzzy not just because it was dark, but also because one of the lenses had been knocked out of his glasses. God. This was not his evening. Calvin let out a small whine, praying that his cell phone would still be in his pocket.
It was. Good. The first stroke of luck for the night. Half blind, Calvin flipped open his phone (noting that the blurry numbers read 2:44 am) and hit number one on his speed dial. Sorry Gio, he thought as he listened to the phone ringing on the other end.