Lost as a Lark [_call_me_snake_]
He’d tried to kill Ger. That was all he could really remember of have had happened. It was a piss poor excuse for why he was leaned against the only payphone for five blocks, but there he was, trying to remember any number that could come to mind.
“Scheisse..” He felt like his was going to be vomit on the phone long before he remember anyone’s number. Silently he chided himself for never dialing the numbers, just scrolling down and hitting ‘call’, or texting. And even that wouldn’t have been a big deal except Mat had no idea where his wallet or his mobile was. Both were lost in the haze of ‘what the fuck happened’ of last night.
Chest had, at least, slipped him a 20...’for a cab’, but he had yet to see any cabs hanging around the mostly residential area. And he figured he looked like as much shit as he felt if he judged by the looks people were giving him as they passed him by. Oh he could have taken the shower, or anything else that he vaguely remember being offered, but Mathis had been focused on leaving.
Finding Nat.
Picking up the phone he dialed information and waited quietly as it started through the whole cycle- “What City” blah blah blah. God that voice made his head feel as if it were going to explode in agony at any moment.
“Plisskin….Snake….S.D….something.” He muttered into the phone when promoted, working it out until he finally got a number and put in his limited supply of change to make the call.
He closed his eyes as the phone rang, hoping someone answered….and hoping the spoke softly as the world wobbled around him. He felt so ill. So very ill….
“Hallo?” He asked softly when the phone clicked, and someone said something he didn’t catch, “Snake? Snake….Natalia is….” He squeezed his eyes shut tight as groaned, choking back the urge to vomit barely. “I think I’m lost.”
“Scheisse..” He felt like his was going to be vomit on the phone long before he remember anyone’s number. Silently he chided himself for never dialing the numbers, just scrolling down and hitting ‘call’, or texting. And even that wouldn’t have been a big deal except Mat had no idea where his wallet or his mobile was. Both were lost in the haze of ‘what the fuck happened’ of last night.
Chest had, at least, slipped him a 20...’for a cab’, but he had yet to see any cabs hanging around the mostly residential area. And he figured he looked like as much shit as he felt if he judged by the looks people were giving him as they passed him by. Oh he could have taken the shower, or anything else that he vaguely remember being offered, but Mathis had been focused on leaving.
Finding Nat.
Picking up the phone he dialed information and waited quietly as it started through the whole cycle- “What City” blah blah blah. God that voice made his head feel as if it were going to explode in agony at any moment.
“Plisskin….Snake….S.D….something.” He muttered into the phone when promoted, working it out until he finally got a number and put in his limited supply of change to make the call.
He closed his eyes as the phone rang, hoping someone answered….and hoping the spoke softly as the world wobbled around him. He felt so ill. So very ill….
“Hallo?” He asked softly when the phone clicked, and someone said something he didn’t catch, “Snake? Snake….Natalia is….” He squeezed his eyes shut tight as groaned, choking back the urge to vomit barely. “I think I’m lost.”