somemoby talk to me
I HEAR THAT WHEN YOU WANT TO TALK TO GOD, THAT YOU’RE SUPPOSE TO PRESS YOUR HANDS TOGETHER IN A TRIANGLE SHAPE OR SOMETHING. REGARDLESS, I’M HERE NOW.
Saturday nights were always the busiest bringing in crowds of boisterous humans by the hour, looking to down more drinks than they can afford and leave piss drunk with vision too distorted to even find their way back home. It was a pathetic sight truly, but on some level amusing to watch as they came and went, not so much though when they took to sobbing their troubles to her in their intoxicated state, or blatantly making a pass. Fucking pigs, but it was to be expected in a place like this. Despite it being one of the nicer bars on the strip, it was Atlantic City; unless you were rich and had all the money in the world to spend, you were shitting away every last penny you had to some cheap dealer who played you until you got a bit too confident. Works like a charm every time, but after watching it happen so frequently you start to feel bad for them all. The race as a whole is a hopeless mess, so you can’t exactly expect them to learn after once, or even three times of the same mistake. In the end, they would all end up in a place like this.
This city, it reeked, and more of just a bad smell. Why here? Why now? The answer was obvious, it was always obvious, but couldn’t it have been any other place? Karkat was starting to wonder if this was the worse place in this damn world. Thanks to how thins have gotten with his living situation, he had been forced to live many places, but none was as bad as this area. The people here, the lack of things to do … well, depending on who you are and what your interests are: This city could offer a lot to someone, but not to someone like him who liked to stay away from the type of life-style that seemed to be captured within these buildings. It was perfect for Slick though, and that’s why they were here …that is, until they would be forced to move again.
Karkat had started to think that his decision to move in with Spades Slick had been the worse choice he had ever made a long time ago, and now things were way too complicated for him to ditch the guy. If he walked out on him, it was pretty much guaranteed that he’d get his throat slit. Talk about abusive relationships? Only it wasn’t so much that he’d get his head in a guillotine by his adoptive father, but one of the many guys he “knew” …, one of the many guys that had him, and now them, on their hitlist.
It just couldn’t have been hanging out in the same hive with him either, no … it wouldn’t be that easy. Karkat had also gotten pulled into even doing some of his operations, which was why he probably had some sort of sniper scope on him at all time.
Tonight’s job? Collect the “rose buds”.
The boy swallowed hard as he stared at the crudely written address on the crumpled piece of paper. He walked into the bar with the jacket of his grey hoodie up, and he hastily made his way to the back without lingering around to not appear suspicious He tried his best to push away the thoughts of how … not safe the elevator looked that he got into, but the note upon the piece of paper said to meet on the rooftop.
A heavy breath exhaled as he stared at the numbers while ascending. It was always so nerve racking. What if this was going to be the one? What if this was the one that was a trap and held the bullet with his name on it?
Clang. The elevator opened, and the breeze of the night sent a chill down him. He stepped out onto the rooftop, his golden eyes skimming the area. There was someone here already? He always tried to be there earlier than said meeting time, but perhaps the dealer had the same idea that he did. Those two words were spoken to him then. The voice it was … familiar? Maybe? It was only two words, but still it sounded like something he knew but had forgotten. It was probably just all his racing thoughts and anxiety that was fucking with him.
Karkat cleared his throat slightly and stepped forward just a bit, “It’s me.” He replied as stoic as possible, “Come to look at the flowers.” he started to walk a bit more but then stopped midway. The girl … he did not have a good sight of her yet, but something felt different.
I SHIP IT
AND THE BEST THING IS THAT I DIDN’T HAVE TO EDIT WHOEVER THE FUCK LOOKED LIKE JOHN.
AC: :33 < cheer up, karkitty!
CG: HEY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
Sorry, they look so cute together.
ahaha the vantas’s