EVERYBODY'S GONNA DIE (don't it make ya wanna cry?) [CLOSED] "backdated"
CHARACTERS: Dave Nails (smokeyou_out) and Badou Nails (smokeeasy)
LOCATION: Red-light district, Bitch's Brew Bar.
RATING: PG-13 to R(?) for language, death talks, tl;dr, and what-have-you.
TIME: August 6th, eveningish. BACKDATED.
DESCRIPTION: Dave and Badou were supposed to meet up around the Bitch's Brew Bar, Crane got jiggy with some fear gas and Badou passed out and whee hallucinations. Dave eventually found him and brought him inside the Brew, time passes, and now some real conversations can actually begin because Badou regained some kinda sense of self. ...I promise I can be coherent, just not now.
He didn't have much of a clue as to what the hell had happened to the kid (did he even know his name? had he just accepted his invitation without asking? ...yeah) when he had found him passed out on the ground earlier. It seemed like he OD'd on some serious drugs, but that didn't make too much sense. They were supposed to meet up for a drink, not play Carry Me Around Town While I'm High. And... no, he hadn't OD'd. His body positioning didn't make sense, nor did where he was. Something had happened to him. But there was no time to look around for clues, he had to get him inside somewhere.
So he had hoisted him up like the useless sack of potatoes he was acting like and brought him to the only place he could think of -- the place where they were supposed to go. It's not like Dave had a little waxy tourist map where he could pick out nice places to bring the kid.
But now they were inside of the bar, and Dave could think as the kid regained some sense of self.
He pressed a smoke against his lips and bit the grainy end with the jagged edges of his front teeth. He didn't know this area, didn't know most of the people or how shit went down, and it bothered him (knowing shit was his job). Checking around the network was only good enough to a certain point, and Dave [smoke smoke smoke exhale smoke inhale] was past that point. Did shit like this happen often in this kind of place? So many questions, and only one groggy paranoid kid to answer them.
And speaking of the kid...
He watched him carefully. This kid... on top of having something weird go on with him tonight, was eerily familiar. Like someone Dave had met before.
(No couldn't be he couldn't be that just don't make any sense)
"Hey, kiddo," he finally said after taking one last drag, "you up from your nap for good yet? Or you still groggy?" He was willing to wait until he was feeling better to bombard him with questions (he's just nice like that).
"How ya feelin'?"
Like crap? 'Cause you look like crap. Not that Dave said that, but he was sure thinking it.
LOCATION: Red-light district, Bitch's Brew Bar.
RATING: PG-13 to R(?) for language, death talks, tl;dr, and what-have-you.
TIME: August 6th, eveningish. BACKDATED.
DESCRIPTION: Dave and Badou were supposed to meet up around the Bitch's Brew Bar, Crane got jiggy with some fear gas and Badou passed out and whee hallucinations. Dave eventually found him and brought him inside the Brew, time passes, and now some real conversations can actually begin because Badou regained some kinda sense of self. ...I promise I can be coherent, just not now.
He didn't have much of a clue as to what the hell had happened to the kid (did he even know his name? had he just accepted his invitation without asking? ...yeah) when he had found him passed out on the ground earlier. It seemed like he OD'd on some serious drugs, but that didn't make too much sense. They were supposed to meet up for a drink, not play Carry Me Around Town While I'm High. And... no, he hadn't OD'd. His body positioning didn't make sense, nor did where he was. Something had happened to him. But there was no time to look around for clues, he had to get him inside somewhere.
So he had hoisted him up like the useless sack of potatoes he was acting like and brought him to the only place he could think of -- the place where they were supposed to go. It's not like Dave had a little waxy tourist map where he could pick out nice places to bring the kid.
But now they were inside of the bar, and Dave could think as the kid regained some sense of self.
He pressed a smoke against his lips and bit the grainy end with the jagged edges of his front teeth. He didn't know this area, didn't know most of the people or how shit went down, and it bothered him (knowing shit was his job). Checking around the network was only good enough to a certain point, and Dave [smoke smoke smoke exhale smoke inhale] was past that point. Did shit like this happen often in this kind of place? So many questions, and only one groggy paranoid kid to answer them.
And speaking of the kid...
He watched him carefully. This kid... on top of having something weird go on with him tonight, was eerily familiar. Like someone Dave had met before.
(No couldn't be he couldn't be that just don't make any sense)
"Hey, kiddo," he finally said after taking one last drag, "you up from your nap for good yet? Or you still groggy?" He was willing to wait until he was feeling better to bombard him with questions (he's just nice like that).
"How ya feelin'?"
Like crap? 'Cause you look like crap. Not that Dave said that, but he was sure thinking it.