jesuissamedi (jesuissamedi) wrote in themoderngods, @ 2012-02-18 05:38:00 |
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Current music: | Melissa Etheridge - you can sleep while I drive |
Entry tags: | !thread, ♥ todd warner : dropped, ♥ zinnia hearst, ♦ baron samedi, ♦ iounn |
Who: Zinnia and Todd. [Iounn and Baron Samedi]
What: Road trip.
Where: Temporary carnival grounds near Albany.
When: Friday night.
Packing never took him long, mainly because he was the sort of guy not to rely on material possessions. Cyrus had been a pack rat (and that had annoyed him incessantly), but pictures were for people with bad memories, owning a laptop was overkill if you had a smart phone and realistically, who really needed a wardrobe full of clothes? He'd tried it all, but in the end reverted to the same philosophy; if it didn't fit in his duffel bag, he didn't need it. Not that the philosophy was entirely his own, but it had taught him a thing or two about materialism. Needless to say, after Cyrus had died, it had taken him a couple of weeks to work up the courage to sort through his things - but inevitably, all of it had ended up in the dumpster. All of it. Even the television. After some hard work, the apartment finally looked the way he liked it - rather empty, but most importantly, he finally felt like he could breathe again.
Not that that philosophy was all his own either - it was yet another custom that his mother had pounded into his head. And fuck, it helped. It was all he could ask for.
After throwing his bag into the trunk of his 1972 Camaro and a bag of snacks and drinks on the backseat, Todd leaned against his car and took the time to light a cigarette, not sure if she would mind if he smoked in her presence. And eh sure, she was a stranger, but he'd done crazier things then taking a dying girl to see a circus for the first time in her life. Live life. That's what he'd done up 'til now. Okay, he'd had a nervous breakdown somewhere in the course of his life, but then he hadn't expected to die at the hands of a IED on some dusty road in Baghdad. Life was funny that way. One thing was for sure - he'd made sure Cyrus had done everything he could have done before he'd died. Even if every single of those things had broken his heart over and over again, he'd never let it show through. Last thing a dying guy needed, right?
And it looked like Zinny wanted to do that as well. And well, as a shepherd of dead souls, wasn't that sort of his responsibility as well? Just another way to look at it - and he liked it. After smoking his cigarette to the butt, he had another look at his apartment and then finally drove to their meeting place, which took him fifteen minutes, give or take. And after getting out of the car and lighting up another cigarette, only then he sent the text.
Look for a grey Camaro.