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discedo_logs2008-05-01 05:27 pm
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[COMPLETE]
Who: Razer, Erol, and Torn
Where: From Brebo Avenue to Mariner Highschool's BASEMENT
When: RIGHT. NOW. (May 1st, just after all of this.)
Rating: ...Probably R 'cause Erol is scary and Razer can be as bad.
Summary: Erol just showed up, and is SO EFFING PISSED. Razer decides to be a good ex and go pick him up before he can kill someone.
the log:
He was smoking again. In the rain, hand up to shield the cigarette from the downpour, inhaling deeper than he'd had a need to in a very long time. Smoke, not air. Breath, not emotion. Block it out, block it out, don't try to taste him.
Makers damn it, this was going to be harder than he'd hoped.
It had been years since the letters stopped coming. Months since he'd found out he was dead, although he'd guessed a long time ago. It had also been a good long time since he realized how disgustingly unhealthy their relationship had been.
It shouldn't have made him feel like this to hear Erol's voice again. And he was beginning to think he probably shouldn't have volunteered to go get him, considering all he had for a shirt right now was a rather undersized tanktop he'd managed to steal from one of the raided stores yesterday. That didn't do much to cover tattoos, and even if Erol had seen it all before--and more besides, it still made him a little uncomfortable.
He was fairly certain Erol was good at making people uncomfortable in general, though.
Down Razer went, until he turned onto Brebo and stopped. Makers, his hair was still so bright, there was really no way to miss him.
Where: From Brebo Avenue to Mariner Highschool's BASEMENT
When: RIGHT. NOW. (May 1st, just after all of this.)
Rating: ...Probably R 'cause Erol is scary and Razer can be as bad.
Summary: Erol just showed up, and is SO EFFING PISSED. Razer decides to be a good ex and go pick him up before he can kill someone.
the log:
He was smoking again. In the rain, hand up to shield the cigarette from the downpour, inhaling deeper than he'd had a need to in a very long time. Smoke, not air. Breath, not emotion. Block it out, block it out, don't try to taste him.
Makers damn it, this was going to be harder than he'd hoped.
It had been years since the letters stopped coming. Months since he'd found out he was dead, although he'd guessed a long time ago. It had also been a good long time since he realized how disgustingly unhealthy their relationship had been.
It shouldn't have made him feel like this to hear Erol's voice again. And he was beginning to think he probably shouldn't have volunteered to go get him, considering all he had for a shirt right now was a rather undersized tanktop he'd managed to steal from one of the raided stores yesterday. That didn't do much to cover tattoos, and even if Erol had seen it all before--and more besides, it still made him a little uncomfortable.
He was fairly certain Erol was good at making people uncomfortable in general, though.
Down Razer went, until he turned onto Brebo and stopped. Makers, his hair was still so bright, there was really no way to miss him.