[M] burning on the highway.

Silas Agata · 04-20-2010, 04:17 AM

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Why hello there stoners. Edit: 3 minutes off, dammit. XD +3

It was another day for Halifax.

The Russo family has relocated to Cour de Miracles and Silas had been happy to hear it. Now his family no longer lived in the motel in the city and were able to interact with their pack members, just as Silas had begun to create a network within Inferni. Still, Silas found himself often wandering by the dilapidated building hoping to find Liliya, Rurik, or possibly even Anatoliy sitting outside or strolling nearby. However, that happened less and less now that the building was free of the family’s presence.

The street, though no longer home, still felt familiar as Silas turned down it. As he expected, the motel was empty. Silas wasn't dissuaded though, and knew he wouldn’t return to his room in D’Neville empty handed. In fact, he had come with the mission to bring home a few more bottles of alcohol if he could find some. Now that the war was behind Inferni, the Russian felt it time he let loose and let himself fall into a bottle or two. The store where he had secured his Russian flag would do the trick, he assumed, even though he had noticed that there were relatively few unbroken bottles left for people to scavenge. But the youth was only asking for one. It wouldn’t be too much trouble to find, would it?

With the sun shining gently on his back, Silas turned down another Halifax street absentmindedly dodging cracks in the pavement where vegetation had pushed through. He knew his way to the store so his mind was free to wander off and think of anything he wanted, and almost instantly the Russian found himself picturing ruby red. But it wasn’t the same ruby red that had haunted his nights and stained his hands. It was her ruby red.

A familiar smell reached him, and Silas looked up as if to discover its source. There was nothing in sight, but he was sure he could hear the low babble of talking not too far off. Having gotten lost in his thoughts, he had barely picked up on the scents underlying the smell of the burning cannabis. When he came to an intersection, Silas turned to look down the perpendicular street. There, of course, were the guilty. Among them none other than his father.

"Отец, что ты здесь делаешь?" Silas called playfully to his father in native tongue, smiling his Cheshire grin as he advanced towards the group settled into the couches. He knew them all and was only slightly surprised to see that Rurik’s company were both from Inferni. "Vhat ees going on today?" Silas asked, settling himself onto one of the couches while he peered from one male to the next.

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