Sunday - Completely Plastered
You are publicly intoxicated! Orrr if liquor isn't your thing, you're under the influence of some sort of chemical or magical or other whammying-substance that's making you behave not 100% like yourself. Probably in an embarrassing, overly-honest fashion; that's always how this trope goes, isn't it?
Post your slightly-susceptible characters.... if you dare open them up to people from all dimensions possibly taking advantage, that is.
Fallen stumbled down a dingy alleyway off of E92nd, feeling pleasantly numbed in mind. It was always so much better when he couldn't think. Thinking was dangerous, it always led to trouble. People got hurt when he thought too much, saw too much. It always happened. Couldn't help it, he was trained too well. Even if they seemed happy that he solved their little problem they were too stupid to understand, they still wished he hadn't come by. It was because he was too smart for them. He was a freak and they were all too stupid. People just didn't think. The evidence was all there right out in front of them, and they were oblivious to it all. It must be nice to be so stupid. They were stupid naturally. He needed alcohol or drugs to get that way.
"So stupid...can't even see the drinks I swiped off of them. God it was child's play!" He flung himself around a corner onto the next road, tripped over the battered sneakers that were one size too big and nearly slammed himself face first into the brick wall. Pushing off he examined idly the blood trickling down his battered palms.
"Still didn't feel that. Not stupid enough then."
Post your slightly-susceptible characters.... if you dare open them up to people from all dimensions possibly taking advantage, that is.
Fallen stumbled down a dingy alleyway off of E92nd, feeling pleasantly numbed in mind. It was always so much better when he couldn't think. Thinking was dangerous, it always led to trouble. People got hurt when he thought too much, saw too much. It always happened. Couldn't help it, he was trained too well. Even if they seemed happy that he solved their little problem they were too stupid to understand, they still wished he hadn't come by. It was because he was too smart for them. He was a freak and they were all too stupid. People just didn't think. The evidence was all there right out in front of them, and they were oblivious to it all. It must be nice to be so stupid. They were stupid naturally. He needed alcohol or drugs to get that way.
"So stupid...can't even see the drinks I swiped off of them. God it was child's play!" He flung himself around a corner onto the next road, tripped over the battered sneakers that were one size too big and nearly slammed himself face first into the brick wall. Pushing off he examined idly the blood trickling down his battered palms.
"Still didn't feel that. Not stupid enough then."