Post by gilbscipher on Mar 28, 2016 16:20:34 GMT -5
Inhale... Hold... Blow out... Feel it wash over the mind... Repeat...
The room had a certain smell to it- something that wasn't exactly pleasant to the average nose. It reeked of grass and rosemary. The air was thick and foggy due to the door and window being shut for so long. Eventually all that smoke had built up, but Evelyn didn't care.
There she was; splayed out on her bed, joint in hand. Her loose tank top was pulled up to reveal the tired eye on her stomach- it didn't seem very happy, or at least it wouldn't be if eyes could show that much emotion to be for sure. Evelyn yawned lazily, her bruised blue skin seeming almost white in the pale moonlight which leaked in through the large window, the haze only making her seem even more unusually milky.
A hollow laugh filled the space, "Ha... Want some?" She asked out loud, holding the joint up to the eye on her stomach. It was taunt-like in nature. After a moment had passed, a terse 'tch' passed her lips and she raised the blunt back, taking another puff. After blowing out the smoke once again, she murmured under her breath, "Suit yourself, buddy."
All the colors were melding together, becoming nothing more than a kaleidoscopic supernova oil spill. The sounds of the streets down below were slowly fading, but the flames atop her head were not. They were strong and barely wavered. It was quiet.
Inhale... Hold... Blow Out... Feel it wash over the mind... Repeat...
(Short snippet of Evelyn smoking weed yo)
The room had a certain smell to it- something that wasn't exactly pleasant to the average nose. It reeked of grass and rosemary. The air was thick and foggy due to the door and window being shut for so long. Eventually all that smoke had built up, but Evelyn didn't care.
There she was; splayed out on her bed, joint in hand. Her loose tank top was pulled up to reveal the tired eye on her stomach- it didn't seem very happy, or at least it wouldn't be if eyes could show that much emotion to be for sure. Evelyn yawned lazily, her bruised blue skin seeming almost white in the pale moonlight which leaked in through the large window, the haze only making her seem even more unusually milky.
A hollow laugh filled the space, "Ha... Want some?" She asked out loud, holding the joint up to the eye on her stomach. It was taunt-like in nature. After a moment had passed, a terse 'tch' passed her lips and she raised the blunt back, taking another puff. After blowing out the smoke once again, she murmured under her breath, "Suit yourself, buddy."
All the colors were melding together, becoming nothing more than a kaleidoscopic supernova oil spill. The sounds of the streets down below were slowly fading, but the flames atop her head were not. They were strong and barely wavered. It was quiet.
Inhale... Hold... Blow Out... Feel it wash over the mind... Repeat...
(Short snippet of Evelyn smoking weed yo)