Lindsey McDonald (morallydamaged) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-11-04 09:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | lindsey mcdonald |
Who: Lindsey McDonald and [Open]
Where: Near some crappy little motel in the bad part of town
What: Checking in and seeing to basic needs
When: A few hours after his graffiti post
Rating: TBD
Quitting the firm had come a little quicker than Lindsey had planned but that didn't mean the weight lifted off his shoulders was any less relieving.
He wasn't out of danger yet, not with that damn perpituity clause hanging over his head. If anything, he was in even more now that he had attracted the wrath of Lilah and Senior Partners by walking away, in a way declaring war. He was back to playing by his own rules, that cocky, fearless streak showing through. Of course, there was that small, logical voice in the back of his mind that worried. He'd made connections that he gave a damn about and the last thing he wanted to do was pull them in to trouble he'd caused.
Lindsey tossed the battered key that accessed the shitty little hotel room he'd gotten under an assumed name for the night into the passengers seat. One of the downsides to moving the plan up so quickly was the lack of sleep he was still running on. Despite the adrenaline that came with the moment, he was going to need that kick soon.
His stomach growled loudly, demanding attention. Lindsey scowled.
Pulling on a black knit cap and grabbing the car keys, motel key, wallet, and phone, he got out and locked the car before starting down the street in the direction of the all night store the motel owner had pointed him in.