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DeVil in the Details. Tulpa
Making their way to a boozy part of town filled with bars to the brim, stopping at a bar namely called:'Naught(y) catóure', written in a scraggly cursive font lit up in neon, located in a fairly wealthy three block strip filled with other clubs and bars as well as late night cafés in a homey yet rather flashy part of the city. Squeezed between a J and B Beehive and a rather dimly or romantically lit restaurant called 'Casa del Fuego', which was written in big bold antebellum font on it's sign. A band or stereo could be heard, blasting renditions of Carlos Santana from within, if one stood close enough to hear it, among the other loud and thumping sounds of beats and club's zeff and hype.And with all the neon lights and lasers light shows that where happening inside the very club house that which they were so eager to go into, was so bright to Rowland that they could be seen from outside the very entrance to the place. It seemed as though on a Saturday night like this, a place such a
DeVil in the Details. Merkstave Dave
Once inside, Nick started looking through the crowed and, for some reason, smokey place."What, you looking for your aggressor?", Rowland asked as they squeezed through the entrance filled with inconsiderate people, having to shout a bit as they passed the threshold once the thudding of music got louder."Maybe.""Stockholm's syndrome, much?", Rowland asked."Hey, we all get a little loopy when you throw in a pretty face.", Nick smiled, just as some random zombie girl grabbed him from behind and put a hair band with horns that lit up in different colours on his head as he disappeared with her into the crowd.'Wow that is... So backwards.', Rowland thought.Now left alone, he was too high to even care about where he was or what he was doing before or at that very moment; it was just the way he liked it, though he decided to look for Charlotte anyway.Rowland wanted to know if he could buy more weed from her and if she was okay for, he did come here for her. But had left Charlotte by th
DeVil in the Details. Chapter twelve: Bless kop
It was ten o'clock and going for noon.Rowland jolted awake to the sound of music as it bounced around the seemingly empty house just as the beat changed and it's high pitched echo caught his ear accompanied by the angelic screech of familiar vocals.The now bright and flowing room's light hurt Rowland's eyes, he lay face down on Nick's dark genuine leather bound couch latched onto a throw pillow with his leg dangling over the seats, his slightly sandy shoes lay across the carpet. He wiped drool from his face as he lifted his chin slowly and the first thing he saw was the cap of a water bottle over the arm of the couch, his head felt like a minibus, and so he plunked it down feeling his back ache from the position he laid in while he thought about the fist in his dream that woke him up.'Or was it a dream..?', he thought as he felt his face lightly sting and ache, as well as that thing called a brain behind it; right now he hated his brain and it fought him back as it sloshed around i
DeVil in the Details. Dead Heading
And for a long time, and as he woke up; Rowland felt as though he was getting tired of this state of purgatory with the added benefit of an ocean he could never look passed behind palm trees, in limbo's little sandbox city he ran the race of mice as he felt that hollow feeling better described as being a weed in the ocean, simply letting the waves wish-wash his seemingly weak and worn form to whichever direction it pleased.So he decided to stand up or rather sit up, then stand up, then quickly sat down again due to the head rush, and then up again.He felt like a new born baby, he could feel everything; like his bone under his skin as some of his joints ached, or how his recovered brain sloshed around loosely behind his tired eyes with no real pain. Kind of like how one would feel after having a full body cast removed; as if in an instant, he could just crumble into pieces like a well baked cookie:'Remind me why we drink again..?', he thought to himself laughing in a moment of dark
DeVil in the Details. Wiley Kyote
Cycling through these feelings, or lack there of over and over again like the wheels that rode him towards the end, and ushering him towards the beginning. And just like the wheels from under him, his thoughts were cycling so much so that they appeared to be standing still, and his mind went void. To the point Where all he could think about was how he could start again, reinvent himself and make a name for himself and whatnot. Finding his way back to the hill cliff that which all had started. He found Nick atop it, sitting on his parked car's hood and smoking what appeared to be a carrot..?'What am I looking at, here? Orange blunt wrap?' ,Rowland glanced in Nick's direction as he parked his own car. Staring at the orange thing in Nick's hand with his sub-par vision. Getting out with sheer curiosity in play and his hands in his hoody's pockets, shying away from the cold with his shoulders to his ears. Nick paid no attention to Rowland coming in but turned his attention to him as soon
DeVil in the Details. Chapter thirteen: Kalebra
Driving was always a scapegoat to Rowland, and he always felt that this was one thing that will always feel good to him, as if an exfoliation of his very soul took place at times when he drove, even if it was just for milk and butter. Having a car gave him the freedom to run away from his problems and thoughts unwanted, and to ride to a place where it all could happen for him. Still healing from his wounds, he couldn't say he saw any of this coming; from the good, down to the bitterly bad that had happened during this week alone.But none the less, it was Rowland's time to test if the legends of stars coming to be in Los Angeles are true, and if he has what it takes to prove that theory within himself. As he holds his breathe and an idea in his mind, filling himself to the brim with the necessary nerve and inspiration which urged him further towards the town of lost angels, in the hopes that he could find his own way.Without Her, or that place sitting on his chest as for the first ti
DeVil in the Details. Toasty Cat
And within ten minutes, his question was answered as they entered a steamy Cuban tavern with lights and crowds of dancers who jived to dance hall music, which blared along with muffled raised voices that filled the room. It had a rustic feel but with modern refinement, as historic keep sakes hung up on walls and on the ceiling and sat on shelves made for their display.Rowland was relieved that he could stretch his legs for a while but was aware of the fact that his car's wheels were not moving anymore, and then suddenly he felt that "home" wasn't far enough. He felt that the recent scars and memories were willing to burn, the physical pain either from the heat of the club atmosphere, but that pain bothered him the least.And as the two of them passed through the crowd of crowds, Rowland was willing to do anything about the lingering memory of Charlotte and himself and how in one night, two years could simply just fall away. He didn't want to make a spectacle of the passing thought as
DeVil in the Details. 26662
Nick trapped himself in the large bathroom, now looking at himself in the mirror and glaring at his very own reflection, piercing his mind with his own steel marble eyes which begged a question:"What am I doing here?", with Rowland that is. But he felt that he didn't need to explain himself, it was just another moment of calm between two friends... Though,Nick had felt the rush of the idea of taking Rowland's innocence, but in turn, throwing caution to the wind. He wanted to keep it simple; to remain friends and keep this partnership professional, that was the plan after all. But for some reason, it was harder to do that with Rowland.Nick had spent all this time looking and searching for DeVile, that he didn't know what to expect when he had finally found him. It was entirely by chance that he found Oliver instead , as at the time Nick had assumed that when he saw him with Charlotte that night, that that was the new boyfriend she was always going on about. Seeing as he came across
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