¡M! - so we livin' life like a video.

Barrett · 05-31-2011, 01:01 AM

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Private for Kiki!! Set @ McNamara's Landing.

Several days had passed since the coffee coloured yearling had seen another 'Soul. For all the hustle and bustle around the old manor, the western and southern reaches of the Dreamers' territory didn't seem to receive much traffic. He found several transient scents passing through the area, but these probably belonged to stalking hunters and travellers en route to AniWaya or the coast. Few settled or socialised here; none of the smaller landmarks compared to the mecca that was Haven Manor. And that was just how Barrett liked it. It wasn't that he hated everyone or felt like too much of an outsider to bunk there--au contraire, he felt pretty at home after his recent encounter with Ehno and found the notion of 'company on demand' rather splendid--he just required more personal space and privacy than the average Dreamer.

Of all the places he'd explored so far, he liked this one best. The crumpled, rusted shell of a crash-landed jet plane provided adequate cover from the elements and seemed reasonably secluded despite being a short jaunt from the borders. At a lope he could reach the manor within two hours; as an added bonus, it wasn't so far out of the way that commuting to Halifax would become a substantial burden. And hell, if McNarama ever suddenly spiked in popularity, he'd have no qualms about packing up shop and moving elsewhere. He'd only invested minimal energy getting cozy and settled in: two cushioned, reclining seats were uprighted and made to face one another in the back near a window (so he could kick up his feet and peer outside) and a cot was set up and fixed with some blankets for night.

Smoking on Crimson Dreams territory was something he'd sought to avoid thus far, but after two full days of solitude Barrett was feeling bold enough to christen his industrial abode with a proper toke. He sat back in his impromptu La-Z-Boy and watched through half-lidded eyes as squirrels and other critters scurried about outside, seemingly oblivious to his presence. Thin tendrils of smoke curled away from his fingertips and collected in a cloud above his head, trapped by the plane's roof (which was miraculously intact this far to the rear). Pressing thoughts concerning work yet to be done around Auburn and Hillsboro melted away as he surrendered himself to the high, but by the time the joint was gone he found himself smacking his lips together thirstily. Fortunately, a small tributary of the Lenape was not five minutes away.

After exerting a great mental effort, he finally convinced himself to rise from that magical seat which had grown ten times more comfortable over the past twenty minutes. He stretched languidly, shook his head as if to dispel the haze like morning rain, and sauntered out of the plane down to the spring's banks. He plopped down on his knees and bent over awkwardly to drink, but by the time the refreshing liquid touched his parched tongue he couldn't care less about how silly he looked. He slurped down nearly a pint over the next minute, then fell back with a very satisfied expression planted upon his face.

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