#devilshqstart

truth be told, tobi hadn’t slept in a little over 2 days. his eyes stung, his lungs felt cakey. he’d smoked more than half of his usual intake of cigarettes during the past couple of days. the headaches were dulled with a heavy dose of whatever it was he brought off of that kid he met at the bar three nights ago. every other human that walked passed him looked to be a blur. he couldn’t make out the males from the females, the elderly from the young - let alone find someone he might recognize. sniffing, the brunet reached up to rub his nose against the back of his hand and offered the moving figure before him a cautionary smile. “a’ight...can i help you?”

hello, everyone !!

After six long years locked away from the world, Baron had expected freedom to have a different feel to it. In a way, he felt like a little kid all over again, not sure of what do with himself, still waiting to be bossed around by his parents or a teacher. Do this. Do that. Don't do this. Don't do that. Baron took a few hesitant steps, nibbling on his lip ring, eyeing the street he had ended up on. Where to go now? Placing a cigarette on his mouth, he flicked his lighter a couple times, with no response. "Oh, come on..." he murmured, shaking it and clicking a few more pointlessly. "Fucking-- " Giving up, he put it back on his pocket, and while doing so, his fingers met a crumpled piece of a paper. Baron pulled it out and read it again, probably for the tenth time that day. Should've decorated that shit by now. He already knew very well that it had nothing but an unknown address scribbled on it. "Hey, you. You wouldn't happen to know where this is, would ya?" he asked to the nearest stranger, showing them the paper.

‘ you wouldn’t be able to recommend a place to stay, would you? ’ clementine asked, her strong virginia accent tainting her words, ‘ my girlfriend and i just got here and well, the mattress in the motel room -- well it’s just awful on my back. ’ 

‘ damn it, ’ the dark haired woman mutters, unaware she isn’t alone. she’s bent over, turning the contents of zachary’s car inside out [ a mess is the sign of a genius at work, rosie ! ] looking for what he had lost. ‘ god fucking damn it. ’ 

‘ .... yeah that makes sense. ’

‘ sorry, hi .. ’ andrew spoke, quickly standing up, still soaking wet. ‘ i hope you don’t mind ? it’s a bit of a mess out there. ’ he’d been walking back to the apartment he was living in but had been caught in the rain and took refuge on the first covered porch he saw. 

zachary took another drag from the now long burning cigarette, holding on to the small amount left and staring out into the middle distance. ‘ forgive me .. i wasn’t completely listening. my mind’s been elsewhere. ’