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Post by Turpentine Kisses on Apr 7, 2007 17:17:15 GMT -5
The glass's contents were already gone by the time his drink had come around. And a second was on its way for her. It was at this point, that she was in that perfect limbo of semi-consciousness where everything had that warm, comforting fuzz around the contours and the paranoia dulled to the point of not existing.
It was in this state of horrible misjudgment that she stood with her newly filled glass and waltzed over to the table she'd found whats-his-face to be sitting at. Taking the seat across from him, she slammed her drink down, the thick liquid spattering out in a cool shower around the table, and stared at him thoughtfully. "Y'know. At first... I thought it was just a coincidence... y'know. All this like... running into you? But now I am pretty positive that you're stalking me. Or something... along the lines of. Which begs the question 'where are you from?' Y'know?" Her accent came out in the drunken stupor, that slow way of speaking, carefully annunciating every word. Her voice slightly slurred, but not to the point where she sounded totally without reason. And the slang of Grauge; how every youth of Grauge put in "y'know" just about every other sentence. That had slipped in there, too. She was only putting herself in more danger by choosing such a careless way to deal with her psychosis.
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Post by Lily of the Night on Apr 8, 2007 10:40:49 GMT -5
ooc; Pandora just gave me Hung Up. OMG I love it.
ic; Oh great, she'd come. And she was drunk. What was he going to do now? He glared at her out of the corner of his eye, deliberately draining the glass for the last few trickling drops, then he slammed his glass down as well. Something about the way he'd slammed the cup had an air that screamed frustrated!. "What do you want, Miss arcane?" he asked sarcastically, "Because I was about to ask you the same thing. You must be a pretty experienced stalker if you are confident enough to waltz right up to your target." He glanced at her and grimaced. "That or outright drunk. Stinking blau," he said, mumbling by the end.
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Post by Turpentine Kisses on Apr 8, 2007 18:20:36 GMT -5
She laughed softly, as if she knew something he didn't. Even drunk she kept that mysterious veil.
"Intoxicated, I should think," Arcane replied, her head rested on her hand which was propped up by her elbow on the table. The grey eyes watched as her finger ran up the side of the glass, collecting the runaway drop and bringing it to her mouth, only to respond with a grimace at the taste. As horrid as the taste was, it was the hardest thing she found on the menu and she wanted to leave sober. Fast. "But drunk or not, I make a damn good stalker, y'know? Just have to know... the right... elements." The last words were drawn out, the Grauge twang really emphasized. "Have you noticed, however, that it is rather hard to stalk when you are the one who is after me, y'know? First you talk to me on the side of the street, then approach me in that pizza place - whatever it was called - and nowww. You just happened to walk in after me in this small, insignificant bar. Yeah. I am definitely the stalker."
That smug little leer came back to her face. She'd laid the facts out, presented her infallible case and pretty much just owned this little bastard. Oh yeah; drunk. "So before you begin to flatter yourself with thoughts of me stalking you, perhaps review the facts first, hm?" And as if that settled it, she took another swig of her drink in triumph.
ooc;; Bumbumbuuuum. Thaniel just got ownzored. >D I'm liking the clash of egos, though. S'fun. :3
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Post by Lily of the Night on Apr 8, 2007 20:53:46 GMT -5
ooc; WHEE!!!
ic; Thaniel was not in the mood for games. At all. He came here to ease his mind and this random femme fatale just shows up out of the blue. For the third time in a row. "Alright, then. I'll mull over the facts. You just mosey on back to your sweet little table and I can stalk you from there. Way over there." He managed to glance at her before a ravenous yawn overtook his capacity to do anything--a headache was starting somewhere at the back of his head.
The fact that he'd gotten a good look (finally) at her as she'd swooped down upon the table wasn't helping this massive problem either. But no way was he letting on to that. As far as she would know she held less appeal than a sack of potatoes. Which was a funny way to put it since Thaniel didn't actually mind potatoes at all. He attempted to lean further back in his chair, an impossible feat, and, giving up, smacked his head on the table.
ooc; wow, is it just me or were there a lot of commas in that last sentence?
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Post by Turpentine Kisses on Apr 8, 2007 21:19:37 GMT -5
ooc; xD There sorta were.
ic;; But she just smiled, sitting back and crossing her arms over her chest which was now more pronounced thanks to the cheap bar's chair. This wasn't her intention of the gesture, but it only added to the expression which read something along the lines of "I do hold more appeal than a sack of potatoes." Now whether he'd been thinking this or not, she wasn't sure. But her smug little expression could have been interpreted more than one way.
"See that you do. In the meantime. Round two is on me." Somewhere in the middle of it all, she'd already downed her refill. "... Or is it three? Who cares." And she proceeded to call the waitress over, order two more of their current beverages and grinned, refusing the dismissal. Perhaps in a less intoxicated state, she would have heeded it. But at the moment, she was just looking to maybe cause a little trouble, gain a little attention. The works.
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Post by Lily of the Night on Apr 9, 2007 22:22:30 GMT -5
That. Little. Wench.
"I hate you," he snarled*(^^), "So much." His head was still glued to the table, a the light trickle of sweat making his skin stick. But as the drinks came around he accepted the glass graciously. He needed the alcohol. "So what do you want with me, then?"
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Post by Turpentine Kisses on Apr 9, 2007 22:29:15 GMT -5
She frowned, the hurt reaching her eyes. And it sure as hell wasn't fake. "Well. Now I want to know why I am hated. I did not even destroy your city and I am already hated. Where is the fun in that?" Okay. So she may have just given away what she's wanted for in over thirty different nations while managing to simultaneously give away that she was indeed capable of emotion. But asphyxiated with the alcohol, she really didn't give a damn.
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Post by Lily of the Night on Apr 9, 2007 22:37:02 GMT -5
He may still have been face down on a table, but he felt himself blinking again. Again, dammit. He dared to raise his head ever so slightly, slowly glancing up at her. "Hate is rather drastic, perhaps. But you..." He struggled to find a good explanation, his hands slowly starting to circle as his mind ground back into working order. "You never leave little bunnies and red roses in your path when you leave," he finished lamely.
He thought about it for a moment, then tried again. "Let's just say you're not my good omen."
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Post by Turpentine Kisses on Apr 9, 2007 22:43:57 GMT -5
She laughed softly, stretching. "I do not think I have ever been a good omen. For anyone." But she looked thoughtful for a moment as if going to take it back. "Well. ... except for Rowan. But that bastard can go burn in hell," she muttered as an after-thought. And then grabbed her mug at the daemon's thought, forgetting him half a glass later. "You do not exactly give off happy-go-lucky vibes yourself, sunshine," she informed. Her tone was light, suggesting jest, but she was entirely serious.
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Post by Lily of the Night on Apr 9, 2007 22:48:53 GMT -5
"My light bulb has sadly burned out," he informed her. Right now, he was just experiencing one of his lows. "My nerves are just... completely frayed. I'm not thinking straight." Not that he ever did, but normally there wasn't this thick fog obscuring his brain like the one that currently inhabited his mind. "So neither of us are little balls of happiness. Joy."
Thaniel gave his head a slight shake and sat straight--or relatively--in his chair. He was finally trying to pick himself up a bit. He began to meticulously crack his knuckles. "So, then, speak to me." For whatever reason, he was back to square one: he wanted conversation.
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Post by Turpentine Kisses on Apr 9, 2007 22:57:30 GMT -5
She yawned. Gah. Needed more booze. "Alright. Where to begin. I am on the impossible quest to find my elusive brother - " conveniently leaving out the fact that they were sometimes lovers " - wound up here. Got really paranoid which landed me in some cheap bar to get drunk and now I have the sudden - but odd - urge to bang the kid sitting across from me. What is your story?" The banging comment was hard to tell if she was serious about it. Her face was completely serious, but she wouldn't let something like that slip... even drunk... right?
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Post by Lily of the Night on Apr 9, 2007 22:59:38 GMT -5
ooc;OMG Olivia, I love you so much xDDDDDD
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Post by Turpentine Kisses on Apr 10, 2007 21:16:33 GMT -5
ooc;; xD Yusss. ... iunno. Enjoy. ahaha
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Post by Lily of the Night on Apr 11, 2007 17:39:14 GMT -5
ooc; Don't hate me. I'm sick so I'm not gonna reply just yet, okay? My eyes! They burn!! (probably because I took a nap with contacts. Oh well) I'll reply as soon as I feel better, promise. <3
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Post by Turpentine Kisses on Apr 11, 2007 21:36:43 GMT -5
ooc;; x3 S'all good. Hope you feel betters soon! o: ... and take yer contacts out, foolish one! xD
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