On Pins and Needles (Open)

[Jamys Durand]

OOC: I'm on the clock XD

It was still pretty early in the day though Jamys was painted black, in a veil of black coated hair, black mascara and glossed over features he was the embodiment of a goth. Though as most would take it to be an insult Jamys was quite proud of that satire, it was his image so to speak. Spreading his lips wide there'd be a carnivorous grin glistened by white carnal teeth and a glimmering bead in the corners of his lips. Fingers would pluck chords at the base of the guitar starting up a pretty rhythmic beat. "Stein" was his beast, and the two together were monsters.

"Alone at last, we can sit and fight.
And I've lost all faith in this blurring light,
But stay right here we can change our plight.
We're storming through this despite what's right."

Jamys would hold out a lingering hand as he let the notes rip out in a curling noise that burned his throat before flipping backwards to the soft melody. His hand would lurch outwards to the booming crowd as the few entertained with a bit more than eating moved like a pulse.

"One final fight, for this tonight.
Woah...
With knives and pens we made our plight.

Lay your heart down the ends in sight.
Conscience begs for you to do what's right.
Everyday it's still the same dull knife,
Stab it through and justify your pride."

Immediately he'd take a short break moving to the stool and taking a sip of water before placing the glass down swiftly and jerking his hand upwards into a 'rock on' motion.

"One final fight, for this tonight.
Woah...
With knives and pens we made our plight.
Woah...
And I can't go on without your love, you lost, you never held on.
We tried out best... Turn out the light,
Turn out the light.

One final fight, for this tonight.
Woah...
With knives and pens we made our plight.
Woah...
And I can't go on without your love, you lost, you never held on.
We tried out best... Turn out the light,
Turn out the light."

Jamys would break into a short bit of laughter at the end grinning miraculously before falling to the side and balancing upon the stool and letting "Stein" drop around his midsection lingering behind his back before waving the group before him briefly.

"Thank you, I love you guys. But I must part its break time."

He'd breath heavily a musky sweat on his features though not enough to smear the makeup on his face. The boy would part ways with the stage and come along the back end of the stage with heavy breath. Tired yes, but energized as could be described with his cool aqua blue eyes. And then.... *Trip*

"OWW!"

[Larry Allman]

[[[OOC: I was to join this, right?]]

He was supposed to be at work, then again, when didn't he wander off. Gone somewhere to meet Jo, his broskii, brochacho, brosickle, bro, comrade, bff... What ever one wished to call him, that was what Jo Marley was. A;though, on days like today, he wasn't exactly quite sure. Jo, had stood him up. Probably comatosed back at the flat after a night of gaming and ganja. Remaining chill, Larry would walk off, following the sounds of...music.

Although, since it was California, he could only guess, it was obvious, right? There would always be some guy with a guitar of some sort.... TIME FOR ENTERTAINMENT. It was always fun listening to people try, even when they shouldn't bother. Of course, being Larry, he'd never admit to it. That would be mean....

Just a short listen, then to the alley ways to smoke a doodie...alone. Yes, because his partner in crime was missing. What a shame. Reaching into the pockets of his trench coat, Larry felt around for the doobie, once he got to the stage... He found something... IT WASN'T THE JOINT! O____O FUUUUUU---- There was a hole in his pocket, which meant... There was a joint rolling around out in the eye of the public. SHIII----.

Dropping to the ground, he'd crawl around, searching for the lost thing. It was all going fine and dandy, until someone who was obviously not looking at their feet, well they tripped over him. Larry couldn't help but wonder what hurt more, the foot to his side, or the guy falling? OH WELL! THERE WAS A JOIN TO FIND.

"Sorry man." Larry said to the guy as he crawled buy, ever wondering if it was indeed under the guy, or what.

SO BEGINS THE SEARCH FOR THE HOLY.....ganjointoobie.

[Jamys Durand]

Face deep in the dancing crowd, missing their soft squishy bodies all the way down till meeting the floor as Jamys now remained their butt saluting the sky he felt the warm touch of his face and the cold spiteful spirit of the floor meet in unison. Ow. Was all he could think for the moment as he slid a left hand under his breast to rolled over supporting his weight on the grip and looking just shortly behind him at the full grown man scooting and shoveling about the ground with all intents and purposes in search of something. All the same Jamys felt like he'd fallen forwards into a time machine reminded solely of middle school when it wasn't so much fist fight kids got in but rather shoving matches and table tops working to humiliate each other to no ends.

"Sorry man."

He'd apologize not seeming to look up from his flurried pursuit only forcing Jamys to grow weirdly odded out. He liked it in its own strange way, the fact that this guy had no time for the commonalities of this world and was scuffling about the ground indisposed by the world around him. Jamys would grin in the creepy way every creeper would be jealous of. Large blackened eyes from the makeup forcing eyes to siege forward out of their sockets, flaring nostrils of intensity, a gaping smile looking quite sinister to no end.

"Duuuude what'cha lookin' for?"

Jamys would question excitably rolling upwards not to his feet but so that he was sitting upright. Vision would dictate looking towards the guy and then perversely to and fro about the place hoping to catch some sort of signal before moving once more edging to his feet in a crouched position. He'd grin wider before walking like a waddling child before hearing the crunch of something solidified under his feet. Looking down he'd found just what the guy was looking for.

Damn...

[Larry Allman]

"Something small and important." Larry looked over and smiled, even though the expression of the young man... was well, creepy?

Eh, it was cool. Whatever makes people, happy right?

Shrugging, he'd turn back to his search, feeling the ground and following his path..back. Over the sounds of the crowd, the sound was lost. So, Larry was lost to the loss of his beloved joint. he tried to avoid people walking away from the crowd.

Things were looking bleak, would he ever find it? or did that require heading home and making a new one? OH WHAT A WORLD. WHAT A WORLLLDDD. Why was he tormented so? It had been so long since he had last smoked one, why did things keep him away from his beloved Mary Jane. It had been years, he had forgotten how many, but... he had smoked everyday, but today. SURELY... He'd be able to continue his streak.

Think of a wonderful thought, any happy little thought.
A joint for breakfast, doobie lunch, munchies, crunchies, bong for dinner...
something something.

Yes, that was the last time they watched peter pan.. damned Jo.

"It's gotta be here." There was a a hint of desperation in his voice, yet he continued to smile away.

[Jamys Durand]

Something small and important no doubt the joint laid rather scattered and scrunched now in Jamys' quite incapable hands as he held off the wry grin to his position. Now he understood entirely why the guy was in such desperate strifes to retrieve his forsaken little buddy. Juggling the mashed bits of the joint in his hands he'd turn around to talk to the fellow to solve this epic mystery finding only of course the raspy questing of desperation.

"Sir I...."

"It's gotta be here."

guilt swarmed Jamys' mind knowing only that he'd ruined the man's only escape. Passing up of course the ideal to simply re-wrapping the joint Jamys' knew not much of marijuana itself and simply tossed the junk over his shoulder hopefully quick enough that the guy didn't ask any questions.

"I ugh, WILL HELP YOU FIND WHAT YOU'RE LOOKING FOR!"

He'd proclaim exceptionally loud to direct the immediateness of attention to the situation even going so far as to project an extended hand upwards to the sky superman fashion. Of course in the action probably hitting Larry in the face accidentally if the man was turned around.

[Larry Allman]

It took a moment for it to click with Larry, he had cut off the guy. How rude, but that didn't matter. ALL THAT MATTERED WAS THERE WAS SOMETHING SMALL, WHITE, AND THAT COULD SEND HIM TO THE MOON... lost somewhere on the ground of the city. Yes, being a janitor, Larry knew all to well, that.. Ew. You do not put anything near your mouth after its touched the floors of the school, he cleaned them... that was reason enough. BUUTT WITH THE CITY.. Yes, that was a whole different pile of chickens. People walked on them, peed on them, and did all sorts of nasty things to the ground,, always thinking: Someone else will clean it up... or mother nature will. Yes, those bastards!

That didn't matter! NOT NOW! NOT HOW!

Larry was serious even is he wore a chill and laid back expression.... kind of. After all, he didn't want to seem like a crack head looking for his misplaced fix. No, he was looking for his goddamn ticket to the damned moon. Yes! he was going up there, to chill at Terry's space tepee! Chill out to some Katamari Damacy.. while Singing along to katamari on the swing with Jo.

Yes, now that he was jointless, there was little sour feelings towards Jo, who had stood him up.

FECK.

There was a voice! Maybe that of a hero!? Who knew, he could hope. It was the little emo boy. He was speaking of how he would aid Larry in the quest for the holy joint! Yes, it was all fine and dandy.... until the little guy hit Larry in the face. Little guy... he was a tiny bit shorter than Larry, but that didn't matter.

OWWWWW

O.X;;;;

Taking a few steps back, Larry tripped over a garbage can, knocking it over as he fell on to it and slid back wards hitting the pavement. Yes, that hurt and probably shouldn't have happened. It did.... "I'm...not...cleaning...that up."

[Jamys Durand]

Just as quickly as Jamys had promised the man to help him in his epic quest of questiness he took off. Though aiming to do so under the veil of this man's apparent confusion and perhaps with some intent of returning Jamys scurried off to the mens restroom and in this fine establishment that just so happened to be a one door kind of deal. With a heavy slam of his torso against the closed door he hammered upon it in a bit of panic his eyes dashing here and there looking about with clear intent for a little bit of mischief.

"I'm in the shitter."

"I get that sir but I have some business to do.."

"Sod off."

The door would be peeled open with the apparent lack of a lock and Jamys' in his frenzied state would peel a large and apparently hairy dark skinned man from the porcelain throne and toss him aside pants around his ankles to the floor outside before slamming the door in his flank and stacking a pile of "reading material" positioned near the toilet's bowel against the door for his own protections' sake.

Hurriedly Jamys' hands worked about a roll of napkins stacked by the sink in the bathroom, that would settle as his paper right? He hoped so, Jamys was new to this whole drug thing. Quickly pulling at his necklace the boy would pull the cap off and spread a fine layer of white powder into the napkin and begin rolling it up. This powder just so happened to be Morphine. With a panicked glance Jamys finished rolling up the joint and stuffed it in his shirt pocket before speeding out to a disrupted group of folks giving the stink eye.

"Sorry"

Was the only response that could be relayed before the skinny teen rummaged off through the crowds essentially storming off to find Mr. Buddy again. A soft pat on his shoulder subvertly slipping in his hand the makeshift joint clearly hopeful that he wouldn't catch on to the change in substances much less the effects that would take place with the shift in dosage.