Zillah (eyeslikealtars) wrote in utr_logs, @ 2008-08-25 23:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | mitchell, zillah |
Who: Zillah and Mitchell. (We don't need no stinkin' last names.)
What: Meeting by chance.
When: This evening.
Where: A streetcorner in London.
Warnings: Dunno!
Zillah was sulking. His time with Satan had cheered him up immensely, but not nearly enough. He was still so damn tired. It was why he was in one of the seedier alleyways in London, trying to score more meth. He normally had no love for uppers - he was usually fairly up - but he needed them to stay awake.
After scoring (and spending more than he wanted), he exited the alleyway and lit a clove cigarette, exhaling its perfumed smoke toward the sky. For a moment, he scanned the crowd, wondering if he could find someone to take home right then. One stop shopping.