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 Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2005 9:25 pm
Flinching he tried nudge Nik a bit further down his collar bone, the smell of alcohol wafting off of him was a little overpowering. "Hell if I know." Alex glanced around squinting. "Where is that molesting abusive PMS..ish elevator you told me about when you need it. I bet it knows.."
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2005 9:32 pm
His face moved as prompted to, leading him up the stairs a bit, and pushing on doors. "It's around here somewhere. But I don't want to see it right now." He slurred his speech slightly, though managed it. His tone was meek. "Why do you want that thing?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2005 9:40 pm
"I was going to ask it where your room was.." Alex followed after Nik a little more steadily as he peaked past the doors that had been sloppily thrown open. Searching a for a clue or two that would point to the owner.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2005 9:43 pm
The second door he pushed happened to be his own, and he stumbled in. Pulled the door shut with one hand and the other close with his other. He hugged him close immedietly, his head leaning on the other's shoulder. "Why'd you get me so drunkish?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2005 1:58 am
Meanwhile, Vince was sitting outside, on the porch, none the wiser of his son's activity. He wore only a pair of slacks, and kept on his a** on the porch. In one hand, was a cigarette, in the other, was his face. Or rather, his face was in his hand. He seemed to almost be crying. Through the link shared with Tor, a small amount of fear, and pain crept through. Pain for who was unclear, but it was kinda ovious who it came from.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2005 2:02 am
Torment, or something as close as one could get, stepped from inside the house, missing shoes, gloves, collar, and any assorted crap. He leaned against the doorframe, a shadow covering his face, "Vince...?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2005 2:13 am
There was a quick clearing of his throat, and a firm voice, sounding as if he were perfectly fine. His shields went up, and he was suddenly himself, or at least pretending to be himself. "Yeah?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2005 2:17 am
Tor glanced up, showing a dim grey to his eyes instead of the normal vibrant purple, "Something wrong man? Don't rightly seem yourself, hell, that cig is smoking itself faster than you are."
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2005 2:22 am
"Oh... right... cigarette." He pulled it to his lips, pulling he hand on his face away just long enough to take a nice drag on the cigarette, before replacing his hand. "I haven't been like myself in a while."
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2005 2:29 am
Tor rolled his eyes as he flicked his wrist, sending the cig flying, "Come on dude, spill. Somethings up and I can't get it out of my head. You have any idea how annoying your head is when it's in mine?" He was joking around a bit, but the seriousness was in there somewhere.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2005 2:30 am
"Trust me, waking up in the middle of the night because I keep hearing "Kalie!" In my head is not picnic." He shifted, and patted the spot next to him. "Sit."
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2005 2:38 am
Tor chuckled, "Sorry, I usually try to close the link, and our room is sound-proofed for a reason." He moved to sit next to him, saying something along the lines of, 'spill.'
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2005 2:42 am
He glanced over, and chuckled, reaching into his pocket. He promptly pulled out another cigarette and placed it to his lips. "I'm a fugitive. I've got nothing left. I want to kill Craven, but I'd be a permenant fugitive if I just killed Craven."
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2005 2:48 am
The new cig was lit with one flick, and then flung away with another, "Smoking is bad for the baby!" He got a bit more serious, "Welcome to my life. If you stopped trying to blow him the ******** up you might be better off. Hell, they even let X become an officer after he layed low for a bit. You just need to...settle down for a while. My home is always open to ya, friend."
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2005 2:54 am
Vince, being the stubborn man he was, grabbed for another, putting it to his lips and lighting it, taking a puff quickly. "Leave this one here. " He then shifted. "I hate him with a passion. I won't stop until he's cold and dead. He deserves it."
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