03-22-2023, 07:31 PM
The crowd was thick. The music loud and Cruz was more than happy to be here than with his old friends -- not that they weren't cool. But they were all adults. Nox wasn't much older than him, but he was leaps and bounds different. And Cruz wasn't here to think about it all.
He wanted to feel nothing -- leave reality behind. Leave Jivana and his grandfather's legacy behind. He'd never understood why his father had rebelled. He did now -- grandfather was annoying old bastard who only wanted his legacy protected.
The walls were covered in lights and even completely sober they made Cruz double take. He'd see the laughing skull and turn back and it was gone. Sometimes it was a pair of eyes that stared at him too long in the crowd. Like they knew him.
That was when Cruz made his way to the front. He needed to not be sober. He wanted to feel like the rest of the folks here. Nothing and everything and see the world for what it wasn't. Being high wasn't one of those things he'd ever done in school. Now he couldn't imagine why he hadn't. Why his reputation had mattered at all. Why he cared about anything other than feeling good.
The pill was easy to acquire. The eyes that watched him before smirked and disappeared into the crowd. He could have sword as he swallowed the pill he'd mouthed 'have a nice trip' before disappearing.
He'd followed the coin into Alice's wonderland -- his very own white rabbit. But he'd left with a scathing reminder that he was rich and powerful and had the money to abuse that power. But right now... he wasn't. Right now he'd ride the wings and wait for the white rabbit to find him.
He wanted to feel nothing -- leave reality behind. Leave Jivana and his grandfather's legacy behind. He'd never understood why his father had rebelled. He did now -- grandfather was annoying old bastard who only wanted his legacy protected.
The walls were covered in lights and even completely sober they made Cruz double take. He'd see the laughing skull and turn back and it was gone. Sometimes it was a pair of eyes that stared at him too long in the crowd. Like they knew him.
That was when Cruz made his way to the front. He needed to not be sober. He wanted to feel like the rest of the folks here. Nothing and everything and see the world for what it wasn't. Being high wasn't one of those things he'd ever done in school. Now he couldn't imagine why he hadn't. Why his reputation had mattered at all. Why he cared about anything other than feeling good.
The pill was easy to acquire. The eyes that watched him before smirked and disappeared into the crowd. He could have sword as he swallowed the pill he'd mouthed 'have a nice trip' before disappearing.
He'd followed the coin into Alice's wonderland -- his very own white rabbit. But he'd left with a scathing reminder that he was rich and powerful and had the money to abuse that power. But right now... he wasn't. Right now he'd ride the wings and wait for the white rabbit to find him.