"holy shti i cant fuckijy see i thinki had yoo nuch to drink "
Laying somewhere atop some building in some universe- It's far too dark to see if it's his own, it's cold too. Vinyl's limbs feel numb and disconnected. It's as if he's just watching a video of darkness. If not for the dizziness and nausea, he'd be going home to drink water and sleep this off. Unfortunately, he got carried away, and now he's here. Unable to move, unable to think straight, and unable to-
As soon as he sends the post on his blog, he drops his hand to his chest. A thump. It hurt a bit. The post... which, he really thought he drafted it. Guess not? Oh well. He'll delete it later, not like his, what, 13 followers are gonna see it anyway? It's past midnight, they're either busy or asleep. Probably busy. Almost Christmas, heh.
Vinyl.. thinks on that. The best he can, anyways. Christmas! Just around the corner. How joyous. If only he could think farther on this. It feels like he's some deadbeat dad who's skipping out on something important. Knowing there's nothing important tonight, nor tomorrow, nor in the week, the green spiders doing his greatest to ignore the guilt pooling in his gut.
Whys he like this? Barely 19 and already a drinking and weed problem? Being him, being Vinyl Web, a spider-person, isn't that bad. His life isn't that bad, right? Truly a puzzling conundrum as to how he ended up like this, here.
Where is here? Who knows. Not him.
All he does know, is that it's fucking freezing, snowing, and the empty bottle of liquor beside him has caused his limbs to numb, and his brain to short circuit. A rhythmic thump is still in his head- or is that a ringing? It sounds like music. Vinyl likes music.
All he knows is the cold, the 'music', the fact he's too damn lazy to pull his mask all the way down so with some dignity it looks like he's just passed out of exhaustion and hadn't drank himself half to death. Knowing anything, his healing factor would probably make up for most of the damage to his liver; however, he just is a little bit concerned about the damage to his brain. That'll get fixed too.
God. Now he's also feeling like a damn hypocrite. Lecturing people about not over-using and over-relying on their healing fact, but now he's doing just that. Way to go, Vinyl! Truly the best role model of the fucking year. God fucking damnit.
Half of him really just wants to pull his phone back up and scroll on Tumblr or the police radio to see if there's anything- He knows he won't be able to. If he's unable to move his fingers, it'd be a damn miracle he moves his arm again.
...err.. now that... he thinks on it... was it reeaaallyy alcohol? Might've been poison. Poison mixed with alcohol. cuz he was stupid enough to post about his drug habits so he probably got taken advantage of with that shit. Stupid Canary. He hates Canary.
Canary is such a dazzling sparkle of red. It's a shame. Putting such a gorgeous color to waste. Kidnapping people.
Kidnapping Daryl.
Fuck. fuck shit fuck shit motherfucker he needs to stop-