Drunken-ness and size=1. [prim]

[Skylar]

He really didn't mean to be so dumb. Like, seriously. It didn't occur to him that maybe if he drank a fifth of vodka with a measly chaser of a can of ginger ale, he would get wasted. Just so happened that it did though, so with an empty alcohol bottle in one hand, with nothing but backwash and sunflower seeds left, he wondered why the hell he wasn't in his house. Heck, yeah, sure, no one was at his house, but it had to be better than walking around District 2 like some dumbass who knew nothing about being civilized. Wait, that's sort of what he was, wasn't it? Yikes. It doesn't really even matter though, because if he was in his house, he'd probably mess something up.

Dumb though, because a normal kid like Adam, should be in school, learning all kinds of crazy crap about stars and how the moon goes in a circle around the Earth or something like that. Pfft, he was drunk, he could give a rat's pooper about the moon or stars or what 2 plus 2 was. It was 5, right? It doesn't even matter, though, because he wasn't even having to deal with it. He didn't really have any friends anyway, and that's why people go to school, right? To be with their friends, despite the crazy teachers that chase you with knives? Crazy stuff.. He was drunk though, so he didn't have to worry about it.

And so, stumbling, crossing his feet, his legs, dropping his bottle of nothing, he finally made his way to a brick building, where, lazily and drunken of course, he slid down the side of it, his shirt getting caught on the multiple shards of brick that stuck out from them. His knees were to his nose, and his hands were on the ground, and a girl did a little baby cry after the sound of a thump. He sat, silent, except for the burps that would escape him every so often.

[out of character: So basically, write what Kirby would do if she were to see him. Don't be afraid to write a lot!

[Prim <3]

I told Cornelius I couldn't fly, but then again I tell Cornelius a lot of things and he never seems to listen. Why am I friends with a knife when I could easily make normal friends among my peers? No, that's what makes Cornelius special, he is nothing close normal. So there I was, standing by the edge of some abandoned brick building. The soft, cool breeze played with curly locks of brown hair, as I tried to calculate in my head how tall this building was. About 15 feet, maybe, if I was lucky. I'm never lucky though. Off in the distance I see black crows flapping their wings about in the air. Flying. I giggled at the thought of soaring through the air, crapping on cars, and eating worms like a bird would.

I sucked in a deep breath. What if Cornelius was right, and I can fly? Well, there is only one way to find out. I cautiously took a few steps back and sprinted forward. I leaped off the building, waving my arms frantically. I did it! I'm flying, but then I started to get that tingling sensation you get when your falling. The dirt gravel ground came at me too fast. I landed on my butt with a thump. I cried out softly, for the pain was almost too much. I rolled of on my side, taking inventory of my injuries. My tale bone was definitely broken. I groaned. I felt like I had just awakened from a dream, a nightmare actually. Cornelius was not criticizing me, which means I will have to take that stuff in order to talk to him again.

I was was lying there for only a few seconds when I heard a burp. There was someone behind me, but who? I jerked my body around to see a boy sitting up against the brick building with a dazed expression on his face. He's drunk. Hmm, this might be fun, if I could only move or get up! I attempted to stand up, but only managed to get into a sitting position. I wonder if he sees me..... I slide my hand into the soft pocket of my jacket and pull out Cornelius. I act like I'm about to throw it, aiming right above his head.

[Skylar]

Usually, in a time like this, the average person would ask a girl that had just fell off of a 20 foot building if she was alright, or if she needed to go to the hospital, but seeing as the "average person" in this case wasn't exactly average, and was drunk on top of it, you had almost no chance for the expected results to be seen. And of course, when he heard the latest thump by miss Kirby Garcia, he only scootled his bootle over to the corner of the building and peered around to see her when gritted teeth and two hands on her butt.

He let out a burp and the girl's eyes danced on over to his, her hand sliding into a leather jacket. He watched with baited breath as the girl pulled out a sleek looking knife with a tarnished blade that was way too evident that it'd been used in more ways than just cutting up some vegetables.

And of course, just like any person would, he gasped a little and his heart skipped a beat as she lifted the knife in a throwing position, aimed clearly at his big ole' drunken head. The fear caused laughter, and he could see that the girl was confused. "Oh, chill out girl. Never seen a drunk teenager?"

[Prim <3]

This kid obviously doesn't know what to do when a knife is pointed at him. The bubble head just started cracking up laughing, then slurred something about me never seeing a drunk kid before. His mocking enraged me, this boy needs to be taught a lesson. Not killed, just punished severely.

"Your lucky I am not going to kill you, boy."I said as I strained to keep control of fury. His eyes widened and laughed harder. The hand that wasn't holding Cornelius closed into a fist and I gritted my teeth. This kid infuriates me, he deserves pain. The image of my mother, Maddy, with a crowbar raised above her head entered my mind. I look around, checking for peacekeepers, but they're everywhere. Figures.

I set Cornelius down, I don't really want a whipping for throwing knives. I don't even know if its a law or not. It probably is because just about everything is a law. Oh well. I can get him back later. Right now it's quite amusing to see the drunk laughing over nothing. I tilted my head to the side, with a confused expression clear on my face. The joke is over and he's still laughing? Pretty soon I'm laughing along with him, maybe this kid wasn't too bad. He's definitely cute...... Wait, no. I don't do drunks like my father. What a shame, the drunkie definitely has potential.

Ok, I've been sitting here for twenty minutes laughing deliriously with a drunk. My ass kills, and I want to go home. Something keeps me here though. That something may be that I can't move, let alone walk, but I don't know. Maybe that something is that I might make a new friend. Pfft. Like that will ever happen.

[ooc: I edited this so Kirby isn't throwing knives. Your welcome.]