Party had quit the visual--partially because he felt odd, with everyone being able to watch him, but mostly because it was just yet another way these aliens could track him. Sure, this please was a perfect utopia, but so was Battery City while he was on the mandatory medication. It was hell when he stopped taking them.
Nonetheless, it didn't take him very long to drive up to where he'd first been. The car was more than a little out of place--the beat up once white Trans-AM had spray paint all over it, bumper stickers advertising some radio frequency, along with the tag 'look alive sunshine.' It was a clunker but well-looked after, a painted (and re painted, and re-repainted) spider on the hood.
Party was there, craving cigarettes, mask on and leaning out the window. He hated the fact that if he concentrated he could smell the other killjoys--Fun Goul's cancer sticks, Jet Star's medical supplies.. The list went on.
He just hoped this Gwen girl--and for some reason Party couldn't stop referring to her as Tumbleweed in his head--wasn't a double agent. It was possible.
[location: just outside of sanctuary]
Nonetheless, it didn't take him very long to drive up to where he'd first been. The car was more than a little out of place--the beat up once white Trans-AM had spray paint all over it, bumper stickers advertising some radio frequency, along with the tag 'look alive sunshine.' It was a clunker but well-looked after, a painted (and re painted, and re-repainted) spider on the hood.
Party was there, craving cigarettes, mask on and leaning out the window. He hated the fact that if he concentrated he could smell the other killjoys--Fun Goul's cancer sticks, Jet Star's medical supplies.. The list went on.
He just hoped this Gwen girl--and for some reason Party couldn't stop referring to her as Tumbleweed in his head--wasn't a double agent. It was possible.