Snippet #1563038

I am going to sodomize that little fuck with a rusty trebuchet.

It was an odd thought for someone who had not gone to sleep at all that night, but a quick scan over the white powdery wonderland his room had become and the twenty dollar bill sticking out of his nose, unused, made it a bit less odd. James had been startled out of his concentrated snorting by some prepubescent kid who happened to get a microphone. He took a big coke free sniff and found that Briar, because that was apparently his name, to be the tangy sweetness of a rather nervous joy. He was happy, but it seemed to mask a nervousness and some form of adoration for someone. James stuck his tongue out and canvassed the air around him, something was wrong with the taste.

It's that mind linker again.

He scrunched his nose up and put his money back in his pocket. He didn't like the way linked minds tasted. They were too odd, mixtures of flavors that should never be mixed. It felt like he was drinking orange juice after brushing his teeth, but in his brain. James stuck his tongue back in his mouth and did his best to scoop some of his special treat back into its baggie and shove it in his pocket. His room had a little bathroom with a sink and toilet and he went in there to splash some water on his face and adjust his camp shirt. After a few iterations of buttoning and unbuttoning in different patterns James settled on completely unbuttoning it and leaving his scar prominently displayed. You're a bit of an attention whore. he thought to himself Well you're a bit of shut the fuck up. he answered to himself.

He decided on an extremely baggy pair of black pants, with a belt to keep them from sagging because he was an adult and didn't need anyone seeing his Scooby Doo underoos. On his bed, covered in a fine sheen of sweat, was one of the posters and James grabbed it on the way out. He'd already read it and had already realized that he could do absolutely nothing when it came to fighting with his powers. By the time he'd showed up to the auditorium that Wednesday chick had already taken to the floor and started talking about how important stars were and with that, he saw, was his cue to sit in the back and start tasting.

First was the telepath, he tasted of bitter shame and bland resignation. He had a slight spark of hope in him that made his mind a bit more palatable but he seemed mainly stable as far as mental stability went. So he was boring. Next he went for the filthy kid, sniffing and taking deep breaths in his general direction. He smelt like tangy and spark. He would be fun to mess with, all those bundled up loyalties and hair trigger tempers, it's like walking through an emotional minefield. He stuck his tongue out to lick his lips and caught a few others coming down the halls.