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Post by Rayne on May 5, 2005 19:54:15 GMT
She didn't know why she kept coming back here.
The smell was repulsive. A mix of those who didn't bathe often enough, and heavy liquor peameated through the air. Smoke clouded the lights near the ceiling from those who had tobacco or.. other substances, and it was always dank and musty in here.
But somehow, Tara prefered this solace to the outdoors.
She herself had not started smoking. It was a filthy habit. Almost as bad as her alcohol dependency. But it really wasn't a dependency, since she could quit whenever she wanted.
Of course she could.
Thin fingers wrapped around her glass, and she brought it to her mouth. She might've been drunk. She didn't know. How was she paying for this? That was out of her mind either. She felt tired, and inadequate and ugly, and it was hard for her to determine the means of correcting such things.
Alcohol was good for that.
She sighed, resting half on the counter, head slouching down. She brought up the glass and swirled it, watching the nectar spin round the cup.
They were all dead, and she still couldn't move on..
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Post by Emu on May 5, 2005 20:33:02 GMT
Walking up beside the girl, Tara, he placed his hand on her. "You need to live; you're drunk. Very drunk." Reaching into his pockets he grabbed a few coins and set them on the table. That should be able to pay for whatever she might have drank at this shaggy place. If not, what would they do? "C'mon now, las," there was not much room there for her to argue with him. If she decided to he would just pick her up and carry her out. What was she going to do anyway? Kill him with her horrible breath?
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Post by Rayne on May 5, 2005 20:35:51 GMT
Tara's eyes raised a bit. She was drunk to the point of depression, not to stupidity..
And although the features of the bar were blurred at this point, and she couldn't tell who this guy was.. on the account that his face was all OVER the place for some reason... she most certainly wasn't drunk.
"I'm nah drunk." she answered, standing when he lifted her. Blue eys raised to study the man behind her. "Whozzat then?"
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Post by Emu on May 5, 2005 20:38:18 GMT
"If you're not drunk, then you're also not a woman. Come with me now." He lefted her up and over his shoulder. She was still an annoying drunk.
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Post by Rayne on May 5, 2005 20:40:37 GMT
Tara frowned a bit. This was way too damned familliar.
Maybe she shouldn't be carried like this while she was wearing a dress. Oh well, whatever.
She sighed where she was again, and winced when the sunlight from outdoors hit her.
"Ah, shit.." she muttered, bringing her hand to cover her eyes. "..can I geddown now? Please?"
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Post by Emu on May 5, 2005 20:43:26 GMT
"You can get down when you're not crying like a pathetic child. You're a prestess, you're suppose to be above this if I remember correctly." Walking through town, they definitely got some odd looks, with some of the more perverted morons asking to join in the fun. People, how did they manage to survive this far along in the game?
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Post by Rayne on May 5, 2005 20:46:03 GMT
Tara frowned. She was more alert now that she was outside away from the depressing music.
"..Cael?" she muttered. "..weren't you sposed to.. like.. hate me and wanna kill me.. or some crap like that? Where's Annette?"
She must be drunk if she couldn't remember Annette's suicide.
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Post by Emu on May 5, 2005 20:50:32 GMT
"You're too drunk to remember you're own name probably. Don't bother stating what you thought I wanted to do with you." He openned the inn's door and walked to his room. The best place in this entire town and it was still a pile of shit. Throwing her into the washroom, he stood in front of the door, "Go wash yourself. You're flithy and smell like horse dung," and then he slammed it shut.
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Post by Rayne on May 5, 2005 20:54:10 GMT
She fell against the floor. Her balance was out of whack.
She laid there for a few minutes too, eyes focusing on the tiles on the floor. She..
Her head hurt.. and this place..
She didn't stink, really. The bar had. Her breath did..
She stood up, balancing against the sink, raising her eyes to study her reflection.
She almost didn't recognise herself anymore. Her hair had grown several inches longer, and she didn't comb it. Her eyes were tired, and she looked like she hadn't slept in days.
She washed her face quietly, and drank a few glasses of water to wash the taste from her mouth. Her eyes were wet. She.. hadn't been that drunk to start with..
"..why did you come back here?" she asked through the door, about ten minutes later. "What do you want, Ceal?"
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Post by Emu on May 5, 2005 20:58:38 GMT
"I want you to stop stinking up this entire inn. I would also like to know if you'd heard of any of the others. What happened after that camp?" Oh, he knew already. He knew everything that had happen, he knew everything that she had done. But he wanted her to relive it, if only in her mind. He wanted her to tell it to him herself. He wanted her broken, that's what he wanted.
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Post by Rayne on May 5, 2005 21:02:34 GMT
The door opened then, and Tara was glaring at him.
"..Lets see." she said coldly. "My husband was overrun by a demon and I was forced to kill him. HB is dead, though, not really a huge loss. I drink a lot now. Is that really a crime?"
She leant against the doorframe. "I haven't heard from the others. And I don't need you in my goddamned face reminding me that I've made mistakes."
She was quiet a few seconds. "If you just came here to start shit, you can go again. I don't have any interest in it.. I don't care about any of your bullshit."
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Post by Emu on May 5, 2005 21:06:47 GMT
He smiled. Such an angry one she was. "If you're still upset about anyone dying, I'm sorry. Some people will die, some people will live. Just move on, that's what I did when Annette killed herself. And look at me," he waved his hands in the air to show his point. "I'm doing much better than you are. Besides, you're living like a whore here; how do you think the others would enjoy seeing their 'friend' like this?"
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Post by Rayne on May 6, 2005 2:43:08 GMT
She tensed, angry, leaning back against the wall.
Her eyes were filtered, staring at him. Why couldn't this have been anyone else? She didn't get it.
"Annette loved you, Cael. You know that, don't you?"
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Post by Emu on May 6, 2005 2:48:47 GMT
"Are you implying that I did not love her?" Rasing an eyebrow question ingly. "You and I both know we loved her, unlike you and what was his name? The idiot that thought he was some sort of god and only wanted you for sex but made it out as if he wanted you to only cuddle with him?"
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Post by Rayne on May 6, 2005 2:52:08 GMT
He was stressing her out. She wanted to smell the cigarettes of the bar.
At least everyone left her alone there.
"Thats really not an issue." she answered. "I just think you should respect the fact that she suicided just to get away from you. I killed my problem. You did too. Don't act all high and mighty on me."
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