horrorshow
black magic and cigarettes
Jax
Interactions: Zane ( apolla ) Mentions: n/a Location: still outside Mood: Still relatively content.
Laurel introduced Jax to her friend, and asked if he was coming inside, "Oh you girls go ahead, I'll be right there." He was still trying to finish his cigarette. As much as he liked the Carson's, he was also still bracing himself for social chaos impact, which was undoubtedly going to be a major theme of the day. Interactions: Zane ( apolla ) Mentions: n/a Location: still outside Mood: Still relatively content.
It was just as a cooler was dropped on the ground by two of the younger guys that one of them, beer in hand, asked to borrow a lighter, and the other secured a beer for himself before he went away to busy himself removing all manner of collected bullshit from an outdoor table. Jax nodded at Zane and took his lighter from his pocket, "I'm getting more nervous by the second that this thing is going to leave me for good, soon." He joked and handed it to the other guy. "So Zane--" Jax was going to start a conversation, some pathetic attempt at small talk that would haunt him for how stupid he sounded later when he was trying to fall asleep (if he wasn't too drunk by then) but he was interrupted by a loud, somewhat surprised and somewhat irritated sounding "Fuck!" From Ethan's direction
Ethan
Interactions: Zane Mentions: n/a Location: outside. Mood: It's not a party until some blood is spilled (accidentally!)
He didn't really want to go back inside, the fresh air of the outdoors was helping to perk him up a bit and he really needed to get some energy accumulated if he was going to be much of one for a party. He could stay and strike up conversation with Zane and Jax, especially since he hadn't seen Jax in a while and there was catching up to do there, but he got distracted when his eyes fell on their outdoor furniture. It had of course been recently cleaned and set back up for the summer, but Ethan had forgotten he brought a ton of useless spare parts home from work one night and dropped them on the table outside. Zeke had said something about "no" and "you're not bringing those things in the house" and something akin to "they're not even USEFUL, Ethan, what the hell?" when he had tried to bring them in through the front door. So, they were on the table outside, where they had been sitting for almost a week now. He had forgotten.
Ethan gave a quick smile to Zane when he realized he had failed to thank him, not wanting to interrupt the lighter exchange, and he set about going over to the table to clean it off before Zeke saw the state it was still in thanks to Ethan. Of course by "cleaning it off" he really just started setting the spare parts against the wall of the house, thinking he would find somewhere to put them later. He tried to ignore the obvious fact that this was about to become a vicious cycle of moving the parts, becoming inconvenienced by their location, and relocating them over and over again for who knows how long before he just tossed them. He was never going to use them.
When there was only one thing left to move, Ethan hurriedly picked it up, thinking he had been successful in covering his tracks of messiness that he had made before any of his siblings saw it, when he felt a sharp pain surge through his right hand and he dropped the part back on the table. A sharp edge had cut about an inch into his skin, and blood was pouring everywhere on the table he had worked so hard to clean off.
"Fuck!" Was the only response to the pain that Ethan could conjure as he dropped the part back on the table.