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Posted by Tempest on Apr 10, 2017 16:45:10 GMT -6
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Feb 3, 2024 10:42:17 GMT -6
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((OOC: Music to read by: Believer by Imagine Dragons See the MRO Verse corresponding thread here.))
Devon threw the sheet off of him as he swept his legs off the bed. What time was it? He didn’t know. “Computer,” he called on the smart home assistant. “Lights 30 percent. Play Inferno music.” It switched the lights on dimly while his penthouse’s speakers switched to the Inferno nightclub’s connected feed. ~ First things first I'ma say all the words inside my head ~Imagine Dragons rang out in earnest. They were the guest downstairs for the evening, though he hadn’t remembered that. Whomever they were entertaining in the club below and why was a mystery. ~ I'm the one at the sail, I'm the master of my sea, oh ooh ~Into his walk-in closet he stumbled by his bureau, ignoring the empty pill box atop it. Boxes of unopened medication, some of it his and some of it acquire lay astray atop the bureau and beside it and behind it... ~ I was broken from a young age ~
He didn’t recall the last time taken them; there were reminders on his phone and from his secretary when he was meeting with a psychiatrist in the next few days. Clothes lay about the floor. Jeans, pants, shirts, sweaters, coats, and even some impressive underwear were strewn over the small bench or laying in piles. When was laundry day? ~ Singing from heart ache from the pain ~Dull blue eyes stared at the probably clean pants upon their hangars. He pulled open three drawers with a yawn then went back to the bureau, pulling open one of its drawers and popping a couple yellow pills into his mouth. ~ You break me down, you build me up, believer, believer (Pain) ~He slapped his face once or twice and eagerly anticipated the pep the pills would bring. White shoes, white socks. Yes, and the white pants and white short-sleeved shirt, a small cleft in the collar. No underwear necessary tonight; he didn’t wear them most nights. ~ Hoping my feelings, they would drown But they never did, ever lived, ebbing and flowing Inhibited, limited Till it broke up and it rained down ~He started blankly at himself in the mirror, muttering lyrics slowly but with increasing energy as he dressed. He brushed his teeth and gargled mouthwash. He doused his head in water and gelled his hair forward and to the side. A spray of John Varvatos cologne went to the wrists, one to each side of his neck, the middle of his chest and then the groin. It was a rich, dark scent and seemed to drive men and women alike mad for him. ~ I let the bullets fly, oh let them rain ~Out he went to the elevator, the music and the lights left on. The elevator was silent as he glared at himself in the mirrored surface. The reflection was distorted, angry, glaring. His eyes were dark, staring. He needed a drink, his lips were dry. Who was downstairs? He pulled out his phone and started replying to text messages. The blond with blue eyes – what was his name – he met last night was already downstairs, eager to dance and play. The autumn-haired brunette with the legs and the rack was begging for it. He couldn’t wait. Would Sarah be there? He texted her. Oh man, he hoped Cafas was up to party tonight. He’d like the brunette too. ~ But they never did, ever lived, ebbing and flowing ~The door opened and Devon rolled right into the lyrics, loudly proclaiming them as he dashed passed his staff. He sang and danced into the Inferno. The brunette grinned and he winked at her; her name was Toria something… Maybe she worked for a charity? He made a few deliberate steps on the dance floor, beckoning to her and then the blond boy to come join him. He brought a gift for Devon, a Long Island Iced Tea. All drank eagerly, some sniffling twitchingly much to Haven’s amusement and Ragnarok’s profit. ~ You're the face of the future, the blood in my veins, oh ooh ~The smoke machines billowed as the blood pumped with resounding bass through Devon’s veins. ~ I let the bullets fly, oh let them rain My luck, my love, my God, they came from (Pain) You made me a, you made me a believer, believer ~
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