|Taeja Kim ☠ Jörmungandr (jormungandr) wrote in paxletalelogs,|
@ 2011-08-04 17:33:00
|Entry tags:||jormungandr, sunna|
looks to me like a narrow escape
Who: Lily & Adam.
What: Lily to the rescue.
Where: Random dudebro beach, boardwalk shopping type area.
When: 7:49 PM.
Warnings: Annoying, bigoted dudebro NPC/s. Language.
Notes: LOTTERY POST, Y'ALL
Between work and his own natural inclinations, it was a rare day that found Adam Vejas near the shore. The bright sun and crowded shores were far removed from the solitude he typically sought when not caught up in work. He favored quiet places, calmness, serenity, his preferred company his mp3 player - and when possible, Alex. Tonight, for whatever reason, had been different. The sound of the ocean seemed to call to him somehow, the tide breaking on the sand a hauntingly familiar siren's song. He could not have begun to guess why, acknowledging at once the strangeness of the sensation, but giving in to it all the same. When darkness at last began to steal across the ocean, thinning somewhat the herd of tourists and local beach bums alike, Adam left Pax Letale and made his way to parts unknown.
For a time he simply wandered, parking in the first spot available to him, a block away from a beach he was quite unfamiliar with. Caught up in his thoughts, circular and pointless though they were, he failed at first to notice the area's rather jockish clientele. His roving gaze saw only the abundance of health food shops, locally owned storefronts and organic groceries jammed tight alongside snake oil salesmen with chain-store names. It was an interesting amalgamation, and one that piqued his curiosity. Earbuds firmly shoved into his ears, he followed his feet into the first such store, peering at the shelves with heavy-lidded, black-limned eyes.
In short order, the first objector to his arrival appeared. A meaty hand curved hard around his shoulder, pulling him around to face his would-be bully.
"Nothing in here that'll help you," he said, unnaturally tanned lips sneering out the words. Adam heard nothing, all sound drowned out by Otep screaming in his ears. He quirked a black brow, casting an impassive glance up at the bleach blonde clerk. After what appeared to be a moment of contemplation - but was, in truth, merely a brief contemplation of a lyric he had forgotten, now heard and appreciated anew - Adam put his back to the man, slinking lithely past him to reach for a ludicrously sized bottle of vitamins.
This, of course, did not provoke the most desirable response. "Are you retarded?" the man went on. He pointed a thick finger to a sign by the door. "We have the right to refuse service. So get the fuck out."