When you see yourself in a crowded room
Characters Ema and Kasai
Rating PG-13
Summary Ema and her drug dealer meet up, have a nice dinner, chat about certain Repo Men.
Location That one bar where Ema and Kasai first shared a meal together. Dawww
Date/Time October 4th, evening. Which means HEY GUESS WHAT STILL MORE BACKLOGGING. *is fail*
Status ooooongoing
Ema sat toward the back of the bar, idly tapping her fingers on the table as she waited for Kasai to show up. If she had to be honest, she really did hate these meetings--every time she left a letter for him in his P.O. Box felt like she was playing with fire. This wasn't exactly what the girlfriend of the Eyes of GeneCo was supposed to be doing with herself, and already some tabloids had noticed the occasional meetings between herself and a mysterious older man. Thankfully, the ones that had noticed were kind enough not to notice the actual activity or any imagined sexual infidelity; one had concluded that the man was a relative--her uncle, if she remembered correctly--and the other tabloids had followed suit. Ema never really set out to dissuade them.
Even so, with each meeting she risked more exposure, and with more exposure she risked someone catching on. The Repo Man's visit was another exacerbating issue; once she woke up from her drugged stupor on the floor, Ema realized (too late, unfortunately) that her eager acceptance of the offered Zydrate might as well have been a neon sign labeling her as a drug addict. Since she had no idea who that someone was, it was an unknown variable--and she hated unknown variables. It was possible that the Repo Man failed to put two-and-two together, but it was just as possible that he hadn't, in which case Ema had a potential blackmailer somewhere in the city.
And yet Ema sat in the seedy little bar, waiting for a middle-aged man in a black cap to show up so he could sell her little glass vials of a glowing blue liquid.
She really needed to consider quitting. And she could, if she wanted to... but it kept her calmer during the day and helped her sleep at night. Her job was stressful and required her full attention, and the fact that Hojo was creepy didn't help her nerves any. Quitting would be inconvenient.
But she could. She wasn't like the street addicts whose lives were controlled by it.
Rating PG-13
Summary Ema and her drug dealer meet up, have a nice dinner, chat about certain Repo Men.
Location That one bar where Ema and Kasai first shared a meal together. Dawww
Date/Time October 4th, evening. Which means HEY GUESS WHAT STILL MORE BACKLOGGING. *is fail*
Status ooooongoing
Ema sat toward the back of the bar, idly tapping her fingers on the table as she waited for Kasai to show up. If she had to be honest, she really did hate these meetings--every time she left a letter for him in his P.O. Box felt like she was playing with fire. This wasn't exactly what the girlfriend of the Eyes of GeneCo was supposed to be doing with herself, and already some tabloids had noticed the occasional meetings between herself and a mysterious older man. Thankfully, the ones that had noticed were kind enough not to notice the actual activity or any imagined sexual infidelity; one had concluded that the man was a relative--her uncle, if she remembered correctly--and the other tabloids had followed suit. Ema never really set out to dissuade them.
Even so, with each meeting she risked more exposure, and with more exposure she risked someone catching on. The Repo Man's visit was another exacerbating issue; once she woke up from her drugged stupor on the floor, Ema realized (too late, unfortunately) that her eager acceptance of the offered Zydrate might as well have been a neon sign labeling her as a drug addict. Since she had no idea who that someone was, it was an unknown variable--and she hated unknown variables. It was possible that the Repo Man failed to put two-and-two together, but it was just as possible that he hadn't, in which case Ema had a potential blackmailer somewhere in the city.
And yet Ema sat in the seedy little bar, waiting for a middle-aged man in a black cap to show up so he could sell her little glass vials of a glowing blue liquid.
She really needed to consider quitting. And she could, if she wanted to... but it kept her calmer during the day and helped her sleep at night. Her job was stressful and required her full attention, and the fact that Hojo was creepy didn't help her nerves any. Quitting would be inconvenient.
But she could. She wasn't like the street addicts whose lives were controlled by it.