Jeno "Ferrari" Ferrano (ferrano) wrote in reality_dome, @ 2014-03-28 22:34:00 |
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Current mood: | curious |
Entry tags: | jaime davies, ~jeno ferrano |
FRIDAY - 1100 AM
Who: Jeno and OPEN
What: Jeno ponders using the needle with his name on it.
When: Friday Afternoon
Where: Sitting under a tree near the Keep.
Warnings: None other than language anticipated.
Status: COMPLETE.
Fresh from a shower, Jeno sat under a tree enjoying the spring weather, fresh air, and a quiet moment. He was spinning something around, and in between his fingers, a trick he had learned years ago from a drummer. In this case it was a hypodermic needle that had come in a box with his name on it. He was in no hurry to be injecting weird shit into his veins. He had seen what had happened to the others, and his own room mate had regrown a fucking tail and there where people with wings, and fangs and Lord knew what all else. "Naw.... Naw.... Naw...." he said softly to himself. He was not in a hurry to damage himself, probably for good, and then where would that put him when he went to return to his touring life? "Yeah... Here he is... The Italian Oddity Jeno Ferrari!" he said mimicking a stadium announcer. He could just see himself taking to the stage with his band as some mutated freak with goat legs, or bull horns, or pink zebra stripes and pissing fire or some shit like that. No chance.
He gave his head a shake, feeling his still damp ponytail swing back and forth behind him. The air felt good on his skin, and the closely shaved sides of his head he had done earlier that morning. When it came to pondering injecting things, he was much more interested in injecting himself into one of the ladies here, but he kept that want to himself. It would happen, eventually. The downside to that was what sort of freak would he end up in bed with, and what the Hell could happen or be done to him when in that delicate, vulnerable position. At least masturbation was still safe, right? Jeno let out a long sigh, and set the syringe down on the grass next to him before leaning back against the tree with his arms behind him for a rest, and closed his eyes. Relaxing sounded much nicer than dangerous experimentation. He was sure most would agree with him.