[Locked to RatBoy]

[mute_clay]

I keep dreaming about her.

I don't care what they say. They don't know anything.

She can't be dead. I would know if she was. I heard her in my dreams, calling out for me. So afraid and alone. She is not dead. She can't be. Not m-, not Callie. I would know

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[lexiromanov]

Alex's patterns are turned upside down lately, which is likely a good thing. He'd grown too predictable during his time with... during the last year. He's not sleeping in the same place more than two times in a row again. He's not traveling the same routes. He's not even taking the same doors in and out of Luxuria. His delight in showmanship and the front entrance has shifted to a desire for quietly slipping out the back delivery doors rolling his motorcycle alongside him.

ooc:If you want to play it out, I'm game. If not, feel free to delete this.

[mute_clay]

Patterns are only necessary if you are looking for them.

Randomness.

The play of light and shadow on the pavement. The senseless rustling of the wind, carrying paper and trash down the streets.

Waiting, leaning against a wall. Just waiting.

Empty inside. Patient.

[lexiromanov]

Alex's wits aren't so blunted that he doesn't pick up on the fact there is someone lurking in the back access lane-way, although he's not thrilled with the amount of time it took him to sense the presence. Still, it's time enough to slide up and over the bike so the heavy machinery is between him and the shadowed figure.

"Don't fuck with me. I'm not in the mood for it... and the guys monitering those security cameras up there are on my payroll, not your's." Alex's tone is snappish and annoyed.

[mute_clay]

Clay steps out of the shadow and smiles at the other man. The kind of smile that is no mirth and all teeth.

He looks tired. Worn. Not in the mood to be fucked with.

What a coincidence.

You!
He points at Alex, his back rigid and and his face still partly cast in shadow.
You.
The hand slowly turns till the curled fingers are facing up and then the fingers beckons, slowly. One, twice.
Come here.