<div class="floatleft">(http://assets5.pinimg.com/upload/15621929928284225_K2NMggfx_c.jpg)</div><strong>Carey Parnassus Dalton</strong>:<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Apartment C-4<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Daniel (NPC), Anyone<br/><strong>Date</strong>: July 28 2012<br/><strong>Time</strong>: 6:50am – 7:30am<br/><hr/><br/>It was a typical morning...<br/><br/>Carey's eyes fluttered open slowly, the sedated sunlight hitting her face through the ragged curtains.  Her head hurt badly, and it hurt worse when she started staring around the room.  She wanted to start screaming, it hurt so bad, but she was thirsty, and it looked like there was someone sleeping beside her anyway.  A male, large and black, was breathing deeply just to her left.  She stared blankly at him for a long moment, perhaps more than one long moment, and was finally forced to admit she couldn't remember who he was.  She leaned her head up to stare down at herself, which was a mistake, as she lifted her hands to her temples to dull the pain of moving.  Yep, naked and sprawled out: the way her body usually looked when she passed out mid-coitus.  She absently wondered why she'd been curious at all, and then decided she couldn't tell right now, and rolled herself over to get up.  The clock said 6:50, which made her want to die right there.  Not a great first thought for the morning.<br/><br/>She crawled a little until she felt comfortable standing up, leaning against the battered dresser for support.  She was sore: he must have been good.  There was her pill bottle, sitting right there on top as it always had to, although after fumbling with the thing for a few moments, between the crushing pain in her temple and her frustration, she threw it against the wall.  The black mass nearby opened his eyes, staring at the naked woman bending down hurriedly to sift through a pile of clothes, murmuring to herself helplessly.  He rolled his eyes and tried to go back to sleep.  Carey’s eyes were like those of Moses when the sea parted as she unearthed it, sighing dramatically.  After she’d twisted the child and druggie proof lid and looked into it, however, she hissed an unusual explicative that made the man on the futon snap an eye open.  Carey carefully took a single pill out and placed it in her mouth, putting the bottle on the dresser and hurrying to the other room, holding her head and staggering.  The man waited until she got there to start laughing.<br/><br/>She stood at the sink in the kitchen, fumbling loudly with dishes until she found a clean coffee mug.  Daniel, the only one of her flat-mates present, stirred at the noise, groaning.  Carey took a deep drink, set the mug down, and just stood there for a long moment, waiting to feel the difference.  This day was not looking good.  It was too early for her to be fighting her thoughts like this, and the pill issue was making her anxious.  She wanted to go back to bed, but there were horny muscles sleeping in it.  She blinked a little, moving her head to smell her under arms, and cocked her head to one side, impressed.  He must have been good.  "A cold shower sounds nice.." she said to herself, matter of fact.<br/><br/>She thought about it for a moment, and on impulse, decided it would be better to wash there.  She took some of the dish soap, which by the look of the sink should have been more full than it was, and started applying it to her skin, her under arms, and more erroneous zones, which indeed were sore.  She hissed a little and kept soaping up, getting a good lather going.  When she was done, she started filling the coffee mug and splashing the water on herself, gasping at how cold it was.  She heard a stir from across the room, of someone was getting out of bed, as she splashed her underarms, her sides and chest, and kept the soap suds rolling to the floor.<br/><br/>"..Carey?" Daniel didn’t look very happy.  She looked surprised at him, letting the water pour down her body absently.<br/>"..Daniel?" she replied, in the same tone.<br/>"..What the fuck are you doing?" he said, scratching his head, although he could have said "I just woke up, is this really happening?" and gotten the same inflection.<br/>"I’m low on pills." she said, a hint of desperation in her voice.<br/>"So, you pour water all over the damn floor?"  Her blank silence was palatable, and he just shook his head and sighed, impatient.  "Don't move, I'll get a towel."  Carey stood for a moment, and then started to go after him.<br/>“I just thought..”<br/>“Stay.  There.  You’ll slip and break something.”  David came back with a thin, starchy towel, which went from dry to soaked instantly as he put it in front of her.  When Carey didn’t move, he grabbed her hips and pulled her onto the towel.  “And no, you didn’t use thought, Carey.  That’s why there’s a drain in the shower.  So naked people don’t slip and die trying to get clean.  Or so people who live below us in this shit complex don’t..”  He sniffed, and wiggled his head.  “Monroe gave you a hell of a workout.”<br/>“I.. I’m.. sorry?”  Carey was about to start apologizing, in that fidgety way she usually did when she’d done something obviously stupid and one of her housemates had to scold her for it.  But then he made that comment about her smell, and she couldn’t decide whether to be nervous or offended.  God, her head still hurt.<br/><br/>Daniel smiled up at her, cocky, and started jabbering on.  He was a fast talker, and he liked to rub it in when he knew she wasn’t able to keep up.  He seemed pleased, however, with whatever was going on.  She tried to piece together what he was saying, the word associations eluding her, as he stood and guided her to the shower with an arm over her shoulders.  Half-Cold-Whore-Good-Dishes-it hurt to walk-Big Day-Shower.. Her thoughts jumbled up like traffic with one lane, and she couldn’t do anything but mumble and follow along.  Daniel was a monster, and he had always treated her as a liability at best.  She could sense his impatience with her, and she was waiting for the shoe to drop that would send her screaming.  She’d already taken her pill.  It was cocaine she needed now, and he had most of that.  Could she wait?<br/><br/>Just before she entered the shower, she saw a towering dark mass of a man standing in the foyer, easily 7 feet fall, well dressed, with a severe look on her face that made her jump behind Daniel.  Still talking, Daniel seemed to treat this person as a friend, but he was silenced when the man said nothing, and Carey wasn’t sure which one was on her side.  And then, looking to Carey, he spoke.<br/><br/>“Was that… Double Triple Cunt-Salad Baconator with Mercury Leaking Godzilla Fun-toy?”<br/><br/>Carey sighed in relief, pointing to him happily and looking at Daniel.  “See!  He makes sense!”  The tall man smiled broadly at this, mentioning good naturedly that he would be in touch as he walked out of the apartment.  Daniel seemed especially pleased with that, and moved her easily into the stall.<br/><br/>Carey wasn’t sure how long she spent in the shower.  It was true, she’d been foolish to try to deny herself this moment of peace to wash at the sink.  After she got used to the temperature, it was one of the most relaxing parts of her day.  She liked to think it was because the temperature boosted the serotonin levels in her brain, making her more level.  But in truth, for her, it was the fact that the cold jets of water distracted her from her own thoughts.  Here, the only things she could think were pleasant things, or things that didn’t matter, or things that were easy to process, or at the best of times, no thoughts at all.  She’d read a story long ago, of a girl who could talk to everything, and how she went to the water for silence.  Breathing deeply, she felt the lithium finally taking effect, her thoughts centering, as much as they ever did.<br/><br/>Half off for her having sex with him, and he wanted to keep doing business?  That<em>was</em>some good news, and she felt a little flush of vanity.  What was his name.. Marco?  Monroe!  The Wal-Mart stock guy.  She let out an audible “Ohhh..!” as the pieces clicked.  He was stealing cold medicine stock from the Pharmacy section and selling it to them, for a cut.  She hadn’t checked to see how much there was, but it was likely she would be boiling all day.  That was exciting!  She wouldn’t have any trouble getting her pills or her cocaine with that on the books.  It was almost too good to be true, which meant it probably was, but she’d been through that before.  They all had.  Daniel had been joking with her that she would have made a better whore than a chemist.  Those were bitter thoughts that lead to bitter times, and she turned her focus back to the water on her skin, thinking only that objectively, she would agree with him.<br/><br/>She twisted off the shower, narrowing her eyes at the empty towel rack.  “Air dry!” came the call from the living room.  “Some crazy bitch used the last clean one.”  She shrugged and laughed.  Daniel was a hard-ass, but he looked out for her, and she couldn’t deny they did a good business together.  She stepped out in the living room, bare and refreshed, and walked over to the coffee table by the window, where there was a plate full of hard boiled eggs and three rows of coke laid out for her.  She sat on Daniel’s lap and kissed him, as her pushed her away with a chuckle.  She sighed, reached for the straw and snorted one, leaning slowly and luxuriantly back into the chair as the effects started.  Danny began telling her about guys he’d seen snorting coke through rolled up hundred dollar bills, as she let comfort wash over her.  She barely heard, and barely cared, but admitted truly that it did sound like fun.<br/><br/>This was her ritual.  Get herself sane and talk business for maybe the only 20 minutes of the day she trusted herself to do so.  It was a big day, which meant quotas were due and that she needed to get cooking.  A couple buyers would be expecting some of her best work this afternoon, and she had a whole case of cold medicine to play with.  She grinned at that, wondering what sort of concentrations she could create with that much stock on hand.  But she quivered with delight as Daniel leaned in to tell her about the reward.  If she filled her quota, he had a row of LSD tablets ready for her.  She leaned over and kissed him harder, pressing her body into his.<br/><br/>She loved Danny.  He was the best.  Sore, disinterested, paranoid, or hospitalized, Danny could fuck her any time he wanted her.<br/><br/>In another couple of hours, Dr. Parnassus would be open for business.