26 // action/video // facepalm. just... facepalm.

Nov 08, 2010 20:38

(( OOC: Second verse, same as the first. For the duration of this event, anyone who knew Alex has forgotten he exists, unless we've arranged otherwise/you want to arrange otherwise.))

[ The narration won't make excuses for Alex. He goes to find the plasmids in room 71, floor 09.

They turn out to actually be a handful of tonics and one plasmid; another plasmid's been knocked to the floor and spilled long enough ago for the stain to have become a rusty film on the carpet. He's struck by a sense of waste, but beggars can't be choosers. The remaining liquid still glows beautiful shades of ruby and deep blue. A needle with a large gauge is easy to get from the closet.

For a while, he just cradles the bottles, presses his face against them and tells himself that he's not going to do anything else.

He shoots the tonics first, and after so long clean they feel amazing. When he shoots the plasmid, he remembers exactly why this is an addiction.

If you're in the hallway and you hear a series of bangs on the inside of the door, that's his back, his head and his elbows, in quick succession. ]

inappropriate mother/son relationships, today's special is word salad, splice up your life, foodstuffs of fighting, event: fear oh dear, radioactive spiderman, dude you don't even know what's in those, that's... not where adam comes from, angering murderous blondes, well hell son

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