19th Resurrection - Drunk. Again.

[sanctus_dei]

[Ladies and gentleman, good people of Mayfield: Theo Crawford is drunk. Drunker than the skinny little lightweight has ever been in his young life. Sure, he liked alcohol before he got into town, especially a good wine. But Mayfield has pushed him into some places mentally where wine seemed to make thing seem a whole lot more pleasant. The more wine, the less Mayfield irritated him. Well, sometimes.

He's also drunk to the point where he's a gotten whiny, and hopelessly lost. After leaving the bar - hurry Theo, before Shizuo comes in for his shift - and taking a few wrong turns, Theo has gotten completely lost in the residential area.

So, be treated to one very drunk, very cranky, very whiny teenager wandering around. He's on your lawn, staring and squinting at your house and mailbox, wondering if it's the right one. He might have even opened the door and stumbled in before realizing this isn't the right place. At one point he's accompanied by his two undead crows, who caw and chatter at him, and who he speaks with.]

IT'S NOT MY FAULT. Why did ANYONE ever think building towns like this was a good thing. Honestly. It's fuckin' nauseating and if I ever make it home, I'm fuckin' burning down the first suburb I see. You can take that shit to the bank.

[The crow on his shoulder chitters something at him.]

Well YEAH. You're some kinda... freaky Mayfield drone crow. Even after I turned you. You're just a stupid bird. Of COURSE you like this place.

Stupid bird. Which way is the house?!

Comments

[lotuslife.livejournal.com]

Well, yes. That's me.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

What are you-- oh, wait. You're one of those... whatevers. Nation spirits.

[lotuslife.livejournal.com]

Ah. You've met one of us?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Kinda. On the phone. One said he was Estonia. The other said he was Thailand. Is there one of you for every country?

[lotuslife.livejournal.com]

Oh! Thailand is my brother. Yes, there is one of us for every country.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Hnnn. But not every one of them is here yet. Otherwise this town would be overflowing.

[Now is the point where he tries to stand back up. It's going to take some effort and some profanities.]

[lotuslife.livejournal.com]

[h-helps him] Where are you from?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[Normally he'd protest, but he barely notices it until you have him standing.]

America. San Francisco. 1948, since that kind of thing makes a difference here.

[lotuslife.livejournal.com]

[keeps him upright] American. I see. [sigh] ...California is very beautiful.

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I guess. Not like I ever had anything to compare it to.

Shit. Which way is Brady from here?

[lotuslife.livejournal.com]

That way. [points] How did you get so lost?

[sanctusdei.livejournal.com]

[Blinks in confusion to where she points.] Shit, really? I was way the hell off.

I dunno. It's this ugly town and all its ugly houses. Everything looks so similar. Like a damned rat maze. I can't stand it.

[lotuslife.livejournal.com]

...yes. This is how America really looks, I suppose.