WHO: St. Jimmy and anyone else. He needs some help here. WHAT: Confused arrival. WHEN: Night. 9/10. WHERE: Park. WARNINGS: Language. Mentions of attempted suicide.
Jimmy opened his eyes. He'd heard the bang. He knew he'd pulled the trigger. Aren't shots to the head lethal? He shivered as he took in his surroundings. Empty handed and shirtless he surveyed the area. "Where the fuck am I?" He mumbled to himself, coming to the realization he was no where near Oakland. Jimmy wrapped his arms around his torso, hugging himself, if only to keep warm.
He was more freaked out by this new location than he was pissed about his plan being unsuccessful. He slowly began to walk along in the grass. Jimmy wasn't one to be scared, and yet in this situation, he honestly was. Maybe I did piss off someone up there. And at this moment in time he just wanted to find someone else, find out where the fuck he was, get some place warm for the night then go home. Wait...maybe it's all a dream... He pinched himself as hard as he could. "OW! Mother fu-" He rubbed the red mark that was left. No this was real. Jimmy sighed. "God damn it..."