Day 1,
I'm writing this down now to remind myself of that strange dream I had the night before. The strange old gypsy, who; for reasons I can't put together at the moment, or probably ever will, spoke on how she knew me in a past life. She talked like she believed it anyways, but I know it was just a dream, I wasn't in Crocus, I've never even left Oak. But what's strange is how hungry it's made me, when I saw that tarot card. I'm going to walk to the store and eat something. I'll see if that does justice to my stomach, but who knows.
Erebus walked down a narrow sidewalk, coming to the first restaurant he could find. Godfather's Pizzeria. Word, a whole pizza should be plenty, and if it wasn't then surely he could scrap together some stolen pocket change and figure something out. Erebus strode into the place like he owned the joint, snapping his fingers so that a waitress would be alerted to his arrival. She made herself look pretty, dusted her shirt, and was there in moments. "Order for you sir?" She said, bubbling with a cute aura. "Yeah for sure, I need a large oven baked cheese please. Thank you, and bring me a bottle of water too. That should be plenty."
Later into the day,
I spent every dime I had eating around town. To no avail, I'm still starving and my endurance feels weak. I just hope this curse lifts soon, it's starting to make me itch, the itch I can't reach. I hope I can get to the bottom of my hunger soon, the worst part about being hungry is the certain feeling it's going to disrupt my flow. I've gotta remain positive and partial in these unpredictably hard times after all.
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