Room 518 [Sunday Afternoon]
Yesterday had been a wash. Gavin didn't know what he'd been expecting. Things for him were never easy. He hadn't found his target and the woman, that woman, had wanted to read him poetry. If he wanted poetry, he'd go to some freaking cafe and drink espresso.
No. He wasn't a guy like that. He was a guy that had been molded and shaped by ten years locked away in isolated den of sin. He'd been changed. He was changed.
And he was out of cigarettes. Damn it. He coughed a few times but paid no attention to it. His lungs hurt but Gavin said it was a good pain. It would keep him awake.
Today was another day. And Gavin would make everyone who stood in his way...pay.
[Establishy but it can be open!]
No. He wasn't a guy like that. He was a guy that had been molded and shaped by ten years locked away in isolated den of sin. He'd been changed. He was changed.
And he was out of cigarettes. Damn it. He coughed a few times but paid no attention to it. His lungs hurt but Gavin said it was a good pain. It would keep him awake.
Today was another day. And Gavin would make everyone who stood in his way...pay.
[Establishy but it can be open!]