Trying to get into āKlaus modeāā¦
He is so difficult to write!!! Here is me playing around with the character - any tips/suggestions for improvement massively appreciated. (Also please tell me if it sounds too English!)
Please be money, please be moneyā¦ for once in his life Klaus really felt heād earned it. His throat was raw and his body was bruised and he ached and itched and stung everywhere, but that could allll be over soon, just a quick trip to his favourite pawn shop and then round the back of O'Flanaganās for a quick and easy transaction and a juicy bag of golden brown, then a hop, skip and a jump back to the Academy, back to his nice cosy bed and thenā¦ Mmm. Bliss. Oblivion. Peace.
If it wasnāt money, it had to be valuable. No one hid empty briefcases in grimy hotel vents, not even psychopaths in cartoon masks.
The bus hissed as it lurched away from the kerb and he fumbled with the clasp on the case. His fingers were stiff, slippery with sweat and so sore, but heād felt worse, and he kept at it until it finally popped it open.
āAh!ā He yelped as a blinding flash of light blew up his retinas, and a weird sucking, pulling, dragging sensation yanked him right out if his seat, sending him careering forward, falling fallingā¦
He landed face first, expecting the hard gritty bus floor, but hitting dark, moist earth.
Klaus scrambled to sit up, still blinking from the flash, dark spots obscuring his vision. As the fog cleared, he realised the light was different - was it night?! He wasnāt on the bus anymore, he wasā¦ in a tent? Why was it so hot?! He felt beads of moisture popping on his forehead, gathering under his arms and pooling in the small of his back - the withdrawal, maybe? Or - no, of course! Heād blacked out. Heād done everything heād planned, and got so fucking high his brain had just deleted it, skipped all the fun bits, thrown him forward and left him there. Wouldnāt be the first time, and would account for the tent, and the dark, and theā¦ Jesus Christ, who was that?!
A lovely, lovely man lay before him, shirtless and shining and apparently very surprised to see him. Oooh, ok, maybe I didnāt miss all the fun bitsā¦
And then everything sped up all of a sudden, and not in the good way; the atmosphere got tight and too full, and the heat went up ten degrees and the noise too, and why was everyone yelling at him, what kind of party was this?! He tried to beg off, but everyone seemed very sure of themselves, and he was hardly in a position to refuse free pants.
Could have done without the helmet, though.
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