InsaneJournal

"There's no fun being covered in black clothes in the desert..."
Who: Zadkiel Thrush and Gabriel Wilder
What: Zadkiel runs into Gabe again... and again... and again.
When: Monday, May 17, 6 pm
Where: Seattle Public Library (Yes, it really looks like that.)
Status: Closed, complete.

"Fuuuuuuck," Gabe said as he stared at the pile of books teetering in front of him. Each one was the story of a different labor struggle. The Centralia Massacre. The Joker Expulsions. The Everett Massacre. "Fuck."

He stared down at his hands. What was he going to do about the senator's offer? The back of his arms were sweating and as the skin began to prickle, he felt the familiar sickness in the pit of his stomach that told him someone was coming.

"Gabe," the man said as he walked in the door. His hair was the same blue as Gabe's own, all of their features identical. His voice was hushed. "Dude, I just called me five minutes ago. Fail." Then the Avinoam paused. "Um, maybe you should try again." He sat down next to Gabe and picked up a book. The Everett Massacre, a History of the Class Struggle in the Lumber Industry. "Sometimes, I really depress myself." He looked over at the twin of himself.

"I'll call someone else," Gabe said with a sigh. "But you're never much help."

Avinoam looked at the figure approaching, blinking. "I'm gonna hope that's not one of us, man."