The Girl With the Tattooed Neck - pt 2

Scunny snapped to consciousness. It was the same snap as the twig under the heel of a closing pursuer and filled him with the same amount of comfort and solace as the snap of forearm bones courtesy of a jr. high bully. Never the less, it brought him back to wakefulness. Scunny was torn as to whether or not that was a good thing. Lately he could barely call what he’d just awoke from, sleep. It was in no way restful or recuperative and it’d be an offense to all nightmares to call them dreams. He’d been conscripted as the sole punch bunny in a continuing series of the most horrible intimate scenarios his subconscious could seem to scrape up. The happiest of which came yesterday afternoon wherein he was the single survivor of an overturned bus accident and he had to lay pinned beneath the twisted hemorrhaging bodies of all of his once closest friends and relatives. It was the least horrific of the recent lot because at least one of the faces had received a wound a la the joker and he tried to lie to himself that it was a real smile. He had to lie to himself in his dreams. What a wonderful life.
At least today wasn’t rainy. That meant he could somewhat stealthily hunt down that girl with the neck tattoo with no worry of public steaming to draw attention. Instead today was a hundred % sun-shiney.
Since “then” sunny weather feels sub-zero to Scunny and that Slayer hoodie was all he had to fight it away. He kept to the shadows when he could and ran shivering when he couldn’t. Like I said; ‘somewhat stealthily’.
Scunny made his way back through Overtown and past Ambassador Park on his way to Packy Lawson’s place. Maybe Packy or somebody Packy knew had something on that girl. ‘What was her name?’ Scunny asked himself during one of those sun-chilling jogs.
If Packy didn’t know anything, he’d hit up Rob Raven’s tattoo shop down on Mackenzie. That neck tattoo looked kinda tribal and very custom. If anybody would know about it it’d be Rob Raven. He knew any and everything about ink. He even had the quill they signed the declaration with he was so into rare ink.
So the plan was Packy’s, then Raven’s all while avoiding the sun and sleep.
That night when he was hooking up with that girl with the tattoo neck he’d thought, “my life has finally become a dream movie.” But since then nothing has been farther from the truth.