10-25-2023, 08:37 PM
[[ always with the chaos 
I do love the chaos though ]]
The music thumped above his head and the lights flickered, but otherwise he was alone with the silence of the long shadowy corridors. They weren't empty, rooms jut off in various directions people lounged against walls with whatever drug of choice, but the music was only that which rattled the walls from back the way he came. The sounds of sex and drugs were all that was all that generated from the rooms Cruz passed.
The lights flickered again... the darkness lasting longer than usual before flicking back on. Sparks settling down from above from the sudden surge. There was fear coursing through Cruz's veins as he stepped around a couple making out, smoke filtering from the man's mouth as they separated. A shared inhale/exhale with a kiss. Romantic ... mostly. Though Cruz minded his own business and just kept walking steadily through the passage way. He had no destination. Only the half memory of the fear that called and pulled him through whatever Cam had give him earlier. He didn't care where they got off too, if they followed or not he'd find out. He wasn't completely strung out of his mind this time.
The ights flickered again. Sparks rained down from above. The music stopped thumping. Everything was silent in the pitch black of it all. Murmurs from all around echoed in the halls and rooms. But no one dashed or ran for the exits. Whatever it was might be normal. Might not be -- but no one was concerned and soon the sounds resumed their normalness.
Walking wouldn't be a good thing with the number of people he'd seen ahead of him. But he closed his eyes and leaned against the wall. His heart raced in his chest. His blood ran hot and he saw flashes of the skull in his mind, in front of him like a phantom laughing at him. Crying, tearing out it's hair. He wanted to scream but he didn't. It wasn't real, but he wanted it to be.
I do love the chaos though ]]The music thumped above his head and the lights flickered, but otherwise he was alone with the silence of the long shadowy corridors. They weren't empty, rooms jut off in various directions people lounged against walls with whatever drug of choice, but the music was only that which rattled the walls from back the way he came. The sounds of sex and drugs were all that was all that generated from the rooms Cruz passed.
The lights flickered again... the darkness lasting longer than usual before flicking back on. Sparks settling down from above from the sudden surge. There was fear coursing through Cruz's veins as he stepped around a couple making out, smoke filtering from the man's mouth as they separated. A shared inhale/exhale with a kiss. Romantic ... mostly. Though Cruz minded his own business and just kept walking steadily through the passage way. He had no destination. Only the half memory of the fear that called and pulled him through whatever Cam had give him earlier. He didn't care where they got off too, if they followed or not he'd find out. He wasn't completely strung out of his mind this time.
The ights flickered again. Sparks rained down from above. The music stopped thumping. Everything was silent in the pitch black of it all. Murmurs from all around echoed in the halls and rooms. But no one dashed or ran for the exits. Whatever it was might be normal. Might not be -- but no one was concerned and soon the sounds resumed their normalness.
Walking wouldn't be a good thing with the number of people he'd seen ahead of him. But he closed his eyes and leaned against the wall. His heart raced in his chest. His blood ran hot and he saw flashes of the skull in his mind, in front of him like a phantom laughing at him. Crying, tearing out it's hair. He wanted to scream but he didn't. It wasn't real, but he wanted it to be.