Cold sweat…
11:40 am. Twenty minutes since Mimi had thought it about it last.
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What she needed was a distraction… something to take her mind away from the urge…
Across the room - clear blue eyes.
Mimi watched the kid- who wasn't all that much younger than her, and wondered how things had come to this. Watched the kid while trying to desperately ignore the burning itch of her body, the soothing voice at the back of her mind that was constantly taunting her, torturing her;
Smack, It whispered.
11:52 am. Twelve minutes.
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The girl across from her had dark brown hair that was twisted into a messy bun; one that probably hadn't taken more than twenty seconds to secure.
The heat, the itch-
12:01 pm. Nine minutes.
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Side-swept bangs tucked carefully away from her right eye, the longest strands of them clinging daintily to her ear.
Just one…
12:07 pm. Six minutes.
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Eyes focused intently on the work- the same look that she'd seen Mark have at times when he was working on one of his films.
No…
12:12 pm. Five minutes.
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Writing, doodling or drawing, Mimi couldn't decide what the girl was doing.
Desire, like a raging fire…
12:14 pm. Two minutes.
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The soft jaw line worked back and forth, most likely from chewing on the inside of her lip. Mimi did that sometimes, when she needed-
So easy to ease…
12:16 pm. Two minutes.
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A green modest tank-top, black bra straps snug against her lightly tanned shoulders, which were slightly hunched forwards.
Twitch- No…
12: 18 pm. Two minutes.
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Plaid pajama bottoms like Rogers- or were they Rogers? - covering legs that were tucked up comfortably against the body, providing a sloped table for her work as her toes hung off the edge of the couch.
Shiver.
12:21 pm. Three minutes.
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There was hand movement accompanied by soft scratching, but the thick notebook obscured most of it, the movement and sound only pausing when the pencil-clad hand reached up and hovered just below her chin- and she was looking at Mimi again.
Just one…
12:25 pm. Four minutes.
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Analyzing her, memorizing some odd detail about her or the way she sat with her blue eyes. Mimi cocked her head but didn't say anything for a long moment. Soon the girl ducked her head again, resuming her scribbling.
Maybe just- No.
12:31 pm. Six minutes.
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The paranoid part of Mimi knew the girl was glancing to make sure she wasn't getting ready to make a run for the door or the fire escape. But the rational part of Mimi, the one she wasn't as inclined to listen to at the moment, knew that there was something to the concentration on the girls face. Something… almost friendly and inquiring about that look…
Mimi stood up and the scratching stopped, her paranoid counterpart winning the silent argument- the eyes were looking to be cautious.
But for the briefest moment she was so sure it was something else…
The eyes followed Mimi's back as she crossed the loft and headed to the kitchen. They watched her intently as she rummaged through the cupboards and finally pulled out a handful of crackers. No wonder Roger had gone shopping, there was nothing left in the loft to eat. Mimi lifted herself onto the counter, munching on them one at a time, nibble by nibble.
The clear blue eyes locked with her brown ones for a moment before returning their gaze to the paper in front of them.
The almost mute sound of pencil scratching against paper began once again.
When they looked up again Mimi knew they were different from when they'd been watching before while she walked across the loft. Now they were more observant than cautious, softly calculating. Maybe… trying to understand? Not questioning or judging, just… understanding.
"Heroin."
An eyebrow went up- and Mimi instantly looked away.
Why'd she say that? The voice had gone away- the itch had left her. Now it was back, drilling a hole in the back of her head, painful and irritating, creating a void just burning to be filled.
Just one hit…
1: 03 pm. A fucking half hour.
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How did we get here, how the hell…?
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A/N: This is the prologue. This is my first Rent fic, postRent, actually. Don't worry, it'll be canon, but there will be an additional character… obviously. Or I hope that was obvious. If not, I've already screwed up.
This will be a multi-chapter story. There will be swearing. There will be mature themes. If anyone thinks at any point that the rating should be bumped up to an M tell me immediately and it shall be done. I understand the conditions but I've read some pretty heavy stuff before.
So let me know what you're thinking and I'll try to get the next chapter up soon.
Well, that and talk less in these. Please review?