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It's raining and raining and it keeps raining and Mamet's getting wet. He doesn't mind or he would go inside the Compound, or he would find a cave, or he would walk back to Frannie's hut. Instead he sits and smokes on a tree stump near the Compound (where he can see it but where it's far enough away that it doesn't feel dangerous) hunched over to protect the cigarette from getting wet.
The longer he watches the rain the clearer it gets, it sparkles and he imagines, he sees, each drop fall in slow motion, and it's beautiful, it's amazing. He hears the rain talking to him, telling him about clouds and shit, and Mamet laughs to himself. God, that's funny.
"I've never seen a cloud up close," he tells the rain.
The drops have no reply. They just sparkle and fall past his face.
Annoyed, Mamet tries again. "I'm getting a little tired...I'm getting tired of everything being wet all the time," he says, jabbing a finger outward. "Can't you take a vacation? Go back to Vancouver where you belong."
The rain tells him to fuck off, and Mamet laughs. "Fucker."
[ooc: No, he's not completely insane, he's just on drugs.]
The longer he watches the rain the clearer it gets, it sparkles and he imagines, he sees, each drop fall in slow motion, and it's beautiful, it's amazing. He hears the rain talking to him, telling him about clouds and shit, and Mamet laughs to himself. God, that's funny.
"I've never seen a cloud up close," he tells the rain.
The drops have no reply. They just sparkle and fall past his face.
Annoyed, Mamet tries again. "I'm getting a little tired...I'm getting tired of everything being wet all the time," he says, jabbing a finger outward. "Can't you take a vacation? Go back to Vancouver where you belong."
The rain tells him to fuck off, and Mamet laughs. "Fucker."
[ooc: No, he's not completely insane, he's just on drugs.]