08-17-2013, 03:08 PM
Michael and Jaxen bust out of a shoddily locked pair of doors and drank in the fresh air of freedom. It smelled like shit and vomit, but it was the sweetest shit and vomit Jaxen had ever known. He took a deep breath.
From palming his chest in relief, he pushed his hair from his eyes and squinted. The light was that familiar early morning glow, but after the darkness of underworld dungeons, he felt like an albino meeting the world for the first time.
He was pressing the corner of his eyes, tired, sore and wracked with shock, when Michael spoke up. The guy was true to his word, and showed him the way out, so Jax owed him one. Which was why he didn't clock him and take off.
Jax glanced from the corner of one eye and made sure to keep walking. He had every intention of getting as far away from here and as close to the bottom of a vodka bottle as soon as possible. Which meant: keep walking.
At the end of the crazy coming out of Michael's mouth, Jax smirked dismissively. He had no idea what the guy was talking about. "Look I don't know how you did what you did, but you're good. I'll give you that."
The world was right as rain to Jaxen. Only now it had cannibals, hot chicks with swords, and batshit crazy guys talking STDs and dropping ultimatums. So if Michael did anything, it was a trick. What else could it be?
"I have the sickness? Right. You know, just last week alone I ran into an alien wearing an Elvis sweat-suit and back-door banged Jessica Rabbit in the Manifesto bathroom."
Jaxen smirked and made the curvy outline of a female figure with his palms. "That shit was hot as fuck."
He laughed in light of his companion's seriousness.
The Sickness? It was insane. Really? What was it he was suppose to have felt? Besides the raging boner everyone was lined up to press to his hip?
"Know what I think, Michael? I think we need to find the bottom of a pair of vodka bottles. Or ten. And you can tell me about how I'm going to die."
He laughed again.
Edited by Jaxen Marveet, Aug 17 2013, 03:18 PM.
From palming his chest in relief, he pushed his hair from his eyes and squinted. The light was that familiar early morning glow, but after the darkness of underworld dungeons, he felt like an albino meeting the world for the first time.
He was pressing the corner of his eyes, tired, sore and wracked with shock, when Michael spoke up. The guy was true to his word, and showed him the way out, so Jax owed him one. Which was why he didn't clock him and take off.
Jax glanced from the corner of one eye and made sure to keep walking. He had every intention of getting as far away from here and as close to the bottom of a vodka bottle as soon as possible. Which meant: keep walking.
At the end of the crazy coming out of Michael's mouth, Jax smirked dismissively. He had no idea what the guy was talking about. "Look I don't know how you did what you did, but you're good. I'll give you that."
The world was right as rain to Jaxen. Only now it had cannibals, hot chicks with swords, and batshit crazy guys talking STDs and dropping ultimatums. So if Michael did anything, it was a trick. What else could it be?
"I have the sickness? Right. You know, just last week alone I ran into an alien wearing an Elvis sweat-suit and back-door banged Jessica Rabbit in the Manifesto bathroom."
Jaxen smirked and made the curvy outline of a female figure with his palms. "That shit was hot as fuck."
He laughed in light of his companion's seriousness.
The Sickness? It was insane. Really? What was it he was suppose to have felt? Besides the raging boner everyone was lined up to press to his hip?
"Know what I think, Michael? I think we need to find the bottom of a pair of vodka bottles. Or ten. And you can tell me about how I'm going to die."
He laughed again.
Edited by Jaxen Marveet, Aug 17 2013, 03:18 PM.