[Sodium_noir] Thursday's child is full of tears

[concrete chaos]

 Wire, Arkana
> green room
>
>
> The Brujah got up and moved away from the shaft, clicking stop and
> tucking the tape away in her pants, she fishes out a black tank top
> and slides it over her quickly then raises one foot on top of the
> table, removes the buckles and unzips her boots. Removing her pvc hot
> pants she gets into her favourite pair of leather pants, she's had
> them so long they're soft and tattered round the knees and hips.
>
> Now that Arkana is dressed comfortably, she puts on some music - twin
> peaks movie soundtrack so she can mellow out. She shakes Ace gently
> and gives him the props to roll a joint, while she walks over to her
> make up kit and looks for her stash, or whatever's left of it. She
> wished she had some heroin right about now, maybe she could some from
> the club this is the Lachrymatory after all.
>
> It seems a long time before anyone said a word, but Arkana wanted to
> keep as cool as she could, leaving would definately look suspicious,
> and she would not want anyone of Hannibaal's staff to find out what
> had happened a few moments ago, specially about the tape. She snuggles
> close to Wire and pours a glass of jack, downs it straight and lets
> the bottle hover close to Wire's face, sort of asking if he wants any.
> Ace hand her the joint and she takes a long drag before speaking to
> Wire, "I suggest we chill out here, pretend nothing's happened, they
> don't know we're safe", she pauses and moves closer to Wire by pulling
> herself forward from gripping his shirt, and whispers in his ear, "I
> can run this tape by someone, i think".
>
> Arkana takes a few more drags, and offers the spliff to Wire, as she
> blows out the smoke she feels slightly calmer.

  Leaving the spliff in the ashtray, she goes to put the tape in her
equippment bag and gathers all the previously used stuff in one place,
stuffed away in a bag next to their equippment. They're ready to leave if
they should want to, and Arkana decides to go lock their instruments and
other equippment safely in the van. Being more drunk and stoned later they
would not feel like it, and seeing Paz and Ace so tired after the
performance and sitting comfortably on the couch she decides to go and tidy
the stuff herself. Picking up Ace's keys from a nearby table she grabs her
bag, balancing the strap in her hand before it makes it's way to her
shoulder. Then she grabs her guitar and heads out to the corridor, making
way through the club passing from the sides rather then through the crowd,
and out toward the van.
 tag
 (anyone, anywhere)

--
'I don't have low self-esteem, it's a mistake. I have low esteem for
other people'. - Daria
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