solomon reed (streetstories) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2016-03-24 14:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2019 [03] march, aizik heim, solomon reed |
WHO: Aizik and Solomon
WHERE: Union Underground bowling alley, Austin
WHAT: Guys outing goes bad
WHEN: March 5th, 1pm
Guys' night is still a thing in post-infection Austin, Texas, as far as Solomon Reed is concerned. His world has always existed from moment to moment, without anchors, walking a tightrope line between this mundane world and something else entirely, and so it doesn't always feel so drastically different to him as it might to some. He was always making it up as he went along and that, he sometimes thinks, is what scares people the most now. There isn't any safety net. He figured out early on that Aizik Heim is somebody who would go along with a good time, who has a similar - though not identical - need to get away from that establishment life, even if it is just for an afternoon of bowling and Captain Morgan Lime nips. Sol's long and lean arms are perfect for reaching the pins out when they fall, and they're seven strings in as he strolls back down the lane, glow in the dark stars and moons in carpet on the walls, pins in formation behind him, slippery clown shoes in place at the end of his spindly legs. Some might have skipped the shoes, in case of a sudden need to run, but Solomon doesn't do things by half. You have to wear the shoes. "You need a strike to beat me, old man," he says, casually cocky because that's part of the fun, too. Sol gets competitive like Jell-O gets solid - it takes form, it exists, but really you can see right through it. The eyes smile too much for anyone to believe he's not just having a good time. |