Mink (mindflux) wrote in savingthegames, @ 2014-05-20 14:48:00 |
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Who: Mink and Jack
What: Mink avoids getting mugged by learning a new skill... he doesn't want it.
When: 5/20 (Tues) night
Where: West Waverly streets
Warnings: drug reference, horror themes, horrific scenes, violence, character death, gruesome imagery
Status: complete
This had to stop. These cab drivers in this town were so bad at their jobs he wanted to buy the whole company and just take over and fire EVERYONE. What was the truth of the matter? Truth of the matter is that Mink never had any idea where he wanted to go and much to his disdain the cab drivers were not mind readers. But if they weren't mind readers that could take him where he wanted to go when he gave them vague ideas of what he wanted...what good were they?
Despite his frustration he kept a smile on his face and paid his tab, exiting the cab and looking around. Where the hell was he. This is not okay... he thought he might have heard a gunshot somewhere and he knew there was an alley just over the way that looked less than safe. How did he manage to get taken to the slums like this?
He walked up to the side of a building with the intent to lean against it and pull out his phone but instead he scoffed at it with an audible "Eugh" and stood in front of it. He made sure to stay under the one street light but it was bright enough that he couldn't see anything around it's bubble of light. Mink didn't care, he was afraid enough of the dark that he'd set his entire apartment on fire with battery acid and candles by accident the last time the power went out. He was going to stand under this street light and avoid walking down the dark dreary street.
"This place is disgusting." he chided under his breath, unaware of anyone being near him, he pulled out his iPhone with all it's phone charms hanging off of it and started to tap a message of discontent to his agent. Whenever anything was going wrong at all he sent a message to his agent, not to get an answer really, but to bitch about it.
His agent had been in his life for such a long time and was close to his family and got paid a hefty sum... so he could stomach hearing Mink bitch every once in a while. Frankly Mink was just upset that his agent wasn't in New Waverly yet. He had a new apartment after burning his own down on the weekend of the blackout but he still wanted someone here with him.
Once he was done texting his disdain he would be sure to call the cab company and get a different more capable driver to come and pick him up. Or maybe he should just call Eddie. She was the kind of person who would be scummy enough to know where he was and the easiest way to get out.
Never once did he equate where he was with danger, maybe he just felt like he was above it all with his expensive clothes and a wallet full of credit cards and hundreds, holding his iPhone like it wasn't anything special. He really wasn't worldly at all.