Post by Neena Thurman on Mar 3, 2008 23:06:24 GMT -5
Today is a bad day. They’d all been bad days, but today is worse then usual. Today she wants to cut through the bone in her skull in a neat semi circle and pop the top of her head off, let off some of the pressure building inside her skull. Not the headache pressure. She can live with the headache. It’s the other pressure. The restless pressure that makes her want to jerk about her seat like a meth addict. She’s been waiting for weeks now and the pressure to do something has built up so strong that her body starts twitching in little ways to let off steam. A twisted of her finger, a jerk of her head, a tilt of her hip. The onlooker might think she’s dancing to the music in her head but she’s not. The headphones are just to keep people from talking to her. They work too. Of course the guns might help.
She’s had enough of the apartment she’s been hold up in for the last two weeks and she’s out on the street. Walking around. Pushing through people. Stomping through mud. Breathing air. Screaming at the top of her lungs. Okay. Not screaming. That would be crazy. She is a lot of things and crazy probably is one of them, but she’s not quite to the screaming part of it. Not today anyways.
She’s headed out. She doesn’t care where she’s going, just so long as it’s out. She doesn’t care, but she knows. She’s headed to Mimi’s. The bar has some other name. Bobby’s. Scotty’s. Johnny’s. Billy’s. It didn’t matter. She’s going there to see Mimi to today it’s Mimi’s bar. Maybe tomorrow she’ll go there to see someone else and it’ll be there bar, but she doesn’t think that far in advanced. Today is bad enough without worrying about tomorrow.
The bar is opened because it’s dark outside and the mutants need some place to hide from their nightmares. She could tell them that it doesn’t work, that places like this only fuel the nightmares, only make them stronger when you head back out. But she doesn’t. She doesn’t have nightmares anymore and she doesn’t worry about people who do.
She doesn’t see Mimi. Just the big fellow she keeps around to do the dishes. Or maybe he keeps her around to do the dishes. Or maybe they’re doing something other then dishes. She forgets. It’s been so long since she came in here that she can’t keep all the faces and players straight in her head. She’s met a lot of people since she left the lake and it’s not her fault they all have different faces and different names. On the lake everyone looked the same and answered to the name soldier. Life was easier back then and she kind of misses it.
She decides to wait for Mimi by getting drunk. It passes the time. There’s a pool table near to her seat and the boys there are more interested in talking about hitting the ball then actually hitting the ball. It annoys her and she thinks about getting up to show them how it’s done but she doesn’t. Last time she played pool her she broke someone’s jaw. She doesn’t remember it but Mimi brings it up everytime she comes. It’s enough to kill the fun of playing so she doesn’t. Just sits at the bar and drinks her beer and twitches like a meth addict and waits for Mimi.
She doubts Mimi will have anything new to tell her. The bartender has big ears but an even bigger mouth and anything she’s learned would have been on the streets before she figured out what she knew. But waiting for Mimi is like getting drunk. It’s something to pass the time. Just so long as she keeps moving because nothing can touch her when she’s moving, not even time.
She’s had enough of the apartment she’s been hold up in for the last two weeks and she’s out on the street. Walking around. Pushing through people. Stomping through mud. Breathing air. Screaming at the top of her lungs. Okay. Not screaming. That would be crazy. She is a lot of things and crazy probably is one of them, but she’s not quite to the screaming part of it. Not today anyways.
She’s headed out. She doesn’t care where she’s going, just so long as it’s out. She doesn’t care, but she knows. She’s headed to Mimi’s. The bar has some other name. Bobby’s. Scotty’s. Johnny’s. Billy’s. It didn’t matter. She’s going there to see Mimi to today it’s Mimi’s bar. Maybe tomorrow she’ll go there to see someone else and it’ll be there bar, but she doesn’t think that far in advanced. Today is bad enough without worrying about tomorrow.
The bar is opened because it’s dark outside and the mutants need some place to hide from their nightmares. She could tell them that it doesn’t work, that places like this only fuel the nightmares, only make them stronger when you head back out. But she doesn’t. She doesn’t have nightmares anymore and she doesn’t worry about people who do.
She doesn’t see Mimi. Just the big fellow she keeps around to do the dishes. Or maybe he keeps her around to do the dishes. Or maybe they’re doing something other then dishes. She forgets. It’s been so long since she came in here that she can’t keep all the faces and players straight in her head. She’s met a lot of people since she left the lake and it’s not her fault they all have different faces and different names. On the lake everyone looked the same and answered to the name soldier. Life was easier back then and she kind of misses it.
She decides to wait for Mimi by getting drunk. It passes the time. There’s a pool table near to her seat and the boys there are more interested in talking about hitting the ball then actually hitting the ball. It annoys her and she thinks about getting up to show them how it’s done but she doesn’t. Last time she played pool her she broke someone’s jaw. She doesn’t remember it but Mimi brings it up everytime she comes. It’s enough to kill the fun of playing so she doesn’t. Just sits at the bar and drinks her beer and twitches like a meth addict and waits for Mimi.
She doubts Mimi will have anything new to tell her. The bartender has big ears but an even bigger mouth and anything she’s learned would have been on the streets before she figured out what she knew. But waiting for Mimi is like getting drunk. It’s something to pass the time. Just so long as she keeps moving because nothing can touch her when she’s moving, not even time.
