Mary Magdalene (maryrockstar) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2011-06-18 21:49:00 |
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Who? Mary Magdalene and OTA
What? Mary flushes what she has left of her pills and sets out to write something new.
Where? Her apartment and then the complex music room.
When? Evening, present day
Mary sat Indian style on top of her recently made bed, staring at a single white pill in front of her. Had this been any other day she would have popped it like aspirin and gone about her business, buzzed and energized, but this wasn’t just an ordinary day. She’d been catching a lot of flack since her arrival for her candid mentions of drug use and it was starting to sink in. In her home world she was surrounded by people like her who encouraged such behavior. If a pill allowed her to perform with more energy, taking it made sense. With Roger and Mark’s comments, though, she felt a little unsure about her habit.
She hopped to her feet, hands on hips as she stared at the pill for a second more. She plucked it from its position like it was something delicate and took a closer look at it. Mentally, she was weighing her options. Surprisingly enough, she was leaning towards not taking it. In her head she kept repeating a mantra of sorts. The sooner I stop doing this the better. Back home she had the cash for anything she wanted, but in Kansas she didn’t have a salary to support her habit. She might be buzzed for a few hours, but had absolutely nothing to keep it going for more than that. It would make kicking the addiction more difficult, in the long run. With a certain look of determination on her face, she marched to her bathroom and dropped the little pill into the toilet. She closed her eyes and flushed it, feeling an odd combination of victory and regret. Immediately she went for the roughed up guitar she’d purchased in Lawrence, a pencil, and some blank sheets of music the guy working at the music store had thrown in out of pity for her. Mary marched out of her apartment and straight for the music room. The acoustics were better there and she’d never needed her music more than she did at present.
Taking a perch on a folding chair, she strummed a few chords to make sure that the instrument was in tune. She sighed then felt herself sniffle pathetically on reflex. A couple unexpected tears welled up in her eyes, but were quickly dashed away. Lawrence, Kansas absolutely blew.