[Sodium_noir] To sup with Panthers (Arkana and Panic)

[concrete chaos]

Arkana (just awakened)
Saturday: sunset

Arkana lay in her bed, naked half covered in white linnen sheets. Her hair a
mess of dread locks flattened by the pillow she rested upon, her fingers
caressed the sheets things like these made her kind cling to their mortal
selves. but really she thought, isn't this still just an extension of that
existence I possessed before, still a body a hold, a damn fine one at that,
and still my mind my thoughts are the same, yet changed, and yet still just
an extension of what I had thought before. What is it but not a veil that
has been lifted and allowed me to walk through it, emerged the same, paused
in time, yet I still grow.

Unconciously her hand searched her night stand for cigarettes, lighting she
smirked, another one of those mortal hangers. Before she knew it, her feet
hit the bare stone floor and she enjoyed the tingle it sent up her leg. The
chill woke her and she finally staggered out of bed.

The sound of the shower and the steam covering the mirror was all to
wonderful today. She followed her rutine shower, dry, air out further by
standing naked in front of an open closet, joint in hand. And even more
rutinely, she grabs a pair of low waisted black pvc pants which she pulls
on, again enjoying the sensation these also give her. Next she quickly looks
for a t- shirt to wear. She picks a grubby white t-shirt, torn and faded
with a betty page print on the front attached with a few safety pins to
another white long sleeved t-shirt that looks like it's outlived even elders
and finally her feet slip into her big stompy boots, buckles done, hair
tossed.

She goes back to her night stand and picks up a few neccessities, a
cigarette case, only filled with rolled joints and not cigarettes, the tape
recorder and tape, lighter and cigarettes, some money and her keys all go
into last night's bag which still contains her sheated batton, just in case
she thinks. A green army jacket hung to the chair by the desk, she pulls
that on grabs her helmet and is ready to go.

Outside the still rising moon and dampness envelope her and she takes one
long last meaningful drag on her joint and discards the last bit. Mounting
her bike she screeches off to Sammie's diner. As she spins past shops, some
closing others still open she wonders who this Panic fellow might be, she
has no idea who she is, but the fact that he could help her with this tape
made her think that he could be some kind of.... well not warlock...she knew
he was good, somehow perhaps because Mara knew him, or perhaps she knew
because she just knew thought her concious mind may not know why...

Her thoughts were stopped abruptly as she saw the neon sign telling her
she's arrived. She kills the engine and lets the bike glide to a halt
outside of the diner. She walks through the doors and has a quick look
around looking out for this unkown fellow, who didn't know her. But their
situation was the same and so they would stand out.

 *Sammie smiled and retreated behind the counter to fill his order.
Complaining to those sat close to her about the boy and him 'always eating
his pudding before his meal'. Panic tapped out a cigarette and lit it,
watching the door in a windows reflection.*

[tag Panic]


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