Seth Reed (needmymedicine) wrote in utr_logs, @ 2008-04-11 22:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | carlos serrano, seth reed |
Who: Carlos and Seth
What: A meeting in the park.
When: The day before yesterday.
Warnings: Swearing, most likely.
Seth struck out for the park with the single-minded purpose of someone who also hadn't slept or eaten in days. It had been longer, really, so much longer, but the whatever-it-was, the stuff of the Dreaming, had fed him with its madness, kept him alive. Or at least not dead, at any rate.
He walked past people on the street with his hands in his pockets, not really seeing anything. He was seeing the hands, really, the hands that touched and pulled, the hands that clawed, mouths, biting, biting mouths until skin became a non-permanent concept. A thousand years was a long time to be touched and ripped and eaten alive for.
When he reached the park he found it mostly empty. It was starting to get dark, and people were heading home. He collapsed onto an empty bench and folded over, staring at his hands, trying to remember why he'd come out there in the first place.