Avram Margolis (alephnull) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2016-10-07 18:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 052, avram, edwin, jack |
Who: Avram and Edwin (open to Jack!)
Where: the kitchen
When: late morning
Avram was feeling more and more disaffected with this place as time went on, which was exactly what people had initially told him would happen. There seemed to be no point in looking for means to escape, and the group didn't even seem particularly focused on it anymore—not that he could blame them, what with everything that had been happening lately, but it was depressing that escape had fallen so far down everyone's list of priorities, including his own. That was undoubtedly part of Their plan, and it was working: people now just wanted to keep the house they were in from falling apart. And even apart from that, Avram's luck had been typically bad. Trying to make friends, or (God help him) to flirt imperceptibly with attractive women had bit him in the ass twice now. The kitchen had been set on fire by (probably) some nutjob firebug living among them, and he didn't appreciate anyone messing with the food.
It would have been a great time to develop a drinking problem, which unfortunately had never really run in Avram's family. Maybe he should try to hang around with Georgie more. She seemed like she'd be a nice friendly booze mentor.
He was up on a ladder that morning, trying to clean soot stains from one of the kitchen walls, which at least made the wash-water blacken up in a satisfying sort of way. Like an accomplishment.