Post by simon gerard parker on Dec 20, 2013 14:52:10 GMT -8
It was cool outside. The sun had gone down many hours before and San Francisco had become a relatively quiet place. At this time of night, when even the bugs seemed to be asleep, most everyone was inside of their houses. Probably sleeping or getting ready for bed if they were night owls like he was. He chuckled at the thought of others being out and about right now, when it was past midnight. He highly doubted anyone else would be outside right now. All of the news channels had called for rain and lots of it. Looking up at the sky, Simon could tell that they hadn't been lying. Thick clouds hid the moon and the stars, making the world darker than it seemed, but he didn't care. He wasn't afraid of the dark. Darkness had never scared him. Darkness was his home. His life had revolved around darkness for as long as he could remember.
Sighing, the twenty-four year old man sat down on one of the swings that were meant for someone half his size. His boot clad feet dragged in the wood chips of the playground and he slowly began to push himself back and forth. He hung his head, his eyes hazy, and stared down at the bottle in his hands. It was a half filled bottle of Jack Daniel's whiskey, his personal favorite, and though he was breaking the law by bringing an alcoholic beverage into the park, especially onto a child's playground, but he didn't care. He wouldn't even care if he was doing this in the middle of the day with people all around him. Let the kids watch him drink and slur his words. Let them know that life wasn't all about shitting rainbows and being happy. Life was a bitch to everyone. Everyone got fucked by life and he was no exception. Grumbling drunkenly to himself, the young man brought the bottle up to his lips, tilting his head back and taking a large swig of the burning alcohol. The sensation made him shiver and he closed his eyes, swallowing and then exhaling slowly. This was exactly what he needed. Some peace and quiet before he had to wake up in the morning (and by morning he meant afternoon) and get ready for work. Hell, he probably wouldn't even sleep tonight. What was the point in it? He could probably find something to wake him up long enough to work and no one would suspect a thing.
ooc: outfit tagged for kam w/ courtney i'm sorry it's awful i tried :c still gotta get used to him
