Along the streets of Fandom, Saturday

[guitar-and-gun.livejournal.com]

El was not, by nature, a particularly happy person. If he had to qualify, he would say he hadn't been really happy in years.

He had no idea why, though, he was letting all this grief getting to him. It had been years since they had all been taken from him...

Carolina....

Domino...

His daughter...

Buscemi...

Campo and Queno...

And Cesar, his own brother. His own brother, whom he killed.


What would his father have thought of him now? What had he done worthwhile with his life except kill, kill, and kill more? Kill everyone he judged to be bad and killed everyone around him he cared about. And who was he to judge?

As he walked down the steps of the porch of 28 Chimera Court, he lifted his guitar up and started to play as sad a song as he knew, and continued to play it as he wandered through the streets of Fandom, going no place in particular.

And El knew some very sad songs.


_{[[Open for interaction. He'll be wandering around the whole town, so feel free to run into him anywhere. No, he's not actually shirtless.]]}

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[courtincalamity.livejournal.com]

El was playing loudly...

Well, maybe not, but it was loud to Jane.

She wanted to tell him to shut the fuck up or at least play something less painful.

But that would involve taking her face away from the wall...

[guitar-and-gun.livejournal.com]

El would have told her where to go if she had told him to play less loudly. As it was, his do-gooder instincts, for a moment, told him to make sure she could breath. "Can you breathe?" he asked.

[courtincalamity.livejournal.com]

"Workin on it." Jane said without taking her head away from the wall.

[guitar-and-gun.livejournal.com]

"Just checking," El said. "That doesn't look very comfortable."

[courtincalamity.livejournal.com]

"I assure you it is infinitely fucking comfortable." Jane muttered drunkenly.

[guitar-and-gun.livejournal.com]

"Alright then," El said as he started playing again.

[courtincalamity.livejournal.com]

Jane rolls over (on the wall) and slides down it onto the ground, pushing her hat over her face.

Knocking the empty bottles out of her way she sits on the ground softly banging the back of her head against the wall.

Possibly in time with the music.