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[k!ah]

KADENLORE

The bottle was no longer in my hand but rolling from the table, flying threw the air, before smashing into the ground, gravity causing it to break into millions of pieces. I smile, as the remanning liquid seeped threw the broken glass like lava flowing from a volcano, littering the cement around it in a puddle of fiery liquid. I reach out to the bar keeper asking for another drink, but he only isles at me and pushes my hand away gently, telling me that he thinks that I have had enough. Some people may have bite his tongue off right then and there, telling him to go fuck himself, but not me. I just allow my smile to grow wider in a thank you that I knew he would understand because he knew me, for years I had come to this exact bar, in this exact spot, where I would leave, my arm weaved through the arm of another. But not tonight.

“Going home alone, I see,.” He says with an easy smile, leaning over the counter, his clear blue eyes studying me carefully. The man- his name slipped sat on the edge of my tongue, just out of reach- must be around my own age- a few years older maybe, I wasn't quite sure. My own murky green eyes study him just as intently, only they were not clear and a bit hazy, the alcohol in my system making my eyes not be able to focus on the boy as mush as I would have liked to.

“It appears that way,” usually a persons voice would be slurred but not mine as I have had years of experience, years of mastering how to keep my voice level and clear when intoxicated. The boys smiles only grows and I watch as he flips the cloth in his hands over his shoulder and rests his fore arms on the table, obviously showing off the muscles which hugged his arms tightly.I smile inwardly my eyes starling up the delicious looking arms before meeting with his eyes once again. This time they danced with mischief, his lips curling back in a grin as words slipped past his pale pink lips.

“Well I finish in an hour or so if you want to hang around for a bit…?” he leaves the question in the air, which makes me climb off my still and lean over the counter which separated the two of us. I place a kiss on the boys cheek pulling away with a smile that was full of amusement. I knew he was joking because he said this every time I left the bar on my own, a joke which we had been sharing for a good ear now. “I’ll meet ya outside,” the wink that follows is something that comes easily to me, almost a reflex.

I turn away from the bar counter with a small wave and a swish of my hips, my feet carrying me, rather unsteadily, towards the door which had the sign exit printed on it in writing that was so small the words blurred and danced before me. I hear a small chuckle from behind me as I enter the streets, the door closing, cutting off the warm laugh of the boy behind the counter- Jacob, that was his name. Nice boy he was Only ever hooked up with him one, that didn't last longer than a kiss, but that was because he was a decent guy and he could see just how drunk I was. Usually someone would take advantage of that, they would see how far they could get with me, but he didnt. He just carried me up the stairs that lead to his apartment and tucked me into bed where I passed out moments later. Usually I didn't drink to get drunk,. I drank to catch my prey before allowing them to take me home where I would please them before taking something away with me- their money along with anything else I thought would be nice to place on my wall of trophies.

Tonight I had not been on the look out, instead indulging myself in drink after drink my body becoming heavier after each bottle. Training today had worked me to the bone and I was tired and I just wanted to have some fun, and let my hair lose, my eyes not on the prowl. It had turned out to be a good night, my attention caught by a few guys which talked to me and expected nothing more. It was nice for a change, to be able to talk with someone knowing that that was all that was expected. I didn't have many friends, Jacob and a few other being the only ones that actually knew my true intentions.

My feet carry me down a street, one that was empty, the echoes of my footsteps filling my ears and making me feel oddly uncomfortable. I was in no state to protect myself tonight, having gone a little to far with the amount of alcohol I had allowed my body to digest. Fighting away the uncomfortable feeling I continue on with my walk, my eyes plastered to the ground, my arms hugging my dark coat around me tighter.

[Cato]

Logan Blackmore

"Dialogue"
"Hearing"
Thoughts
Narration

My time with Milo's sister Eirwen turned out to be wonderful. Not to mention downright terrifying. When it comes to the Birches all of them are a mystery. I don't know if Milo will find out what went on. Rather than give her the chance to find out, I've decided to go into hiding. The one thing I have going for me is that I walked out on Aragorn. That happened to be the best decision for me. Its also backfired on my living. Where do I go now that I'm surely not going to be welcomed at the Birch house? I love Milo, but I wasn't faithful. Its like Eirwen knew how inexperienced I am with women. Everything is ruined. All because I had a moment of weakness. A batting of an eyelash and everything explodes in my face. I can handle Aragorn's annual fits of temper, but not a smile from a beautiful woman. I'm a born killer, yet stopped by a simple compliment.

I've been wandering aimlessly all day. I'm not going to find anywhere to live with no friends. Not welcomed at home either. Living on the streets will have to do. I find an alley that brings up memories of the night that has surely ruined my life. I', tempted to turn away, but what else do I have in my life? Nowhere to go. The smell that hits my nose nearly makes me vomit on the spot. Its nearly enough to deter me from finding a corner to sleep in. The idea of being homeless is disgusting. Scavenging for scraps of food, going without a shower, and many other things gone. I have to figure out the pros of being here. I'll be alive? Sort of. That's about the only pro really. I make up my mind and move closer. The smell is too much which makes me hurl all over the place.

[k!ah]

KADENLORE

I hear him before I see him. He is in one of the alley ways that break off from the main street. I have no idea what he is doing and I knew that I should continue walking, but I couldn’t. There was something about him that pulled in, I didn't know if it was just me and my desire to seduce almost every man, and sometime woman, I saw or if it was the alcohol playing around with my thoughts, confusing me and making me make decisions which were not really reliable. Thus, I stop in my steps, the sounds of my foot steps coming to a halt, the last of the echoes dying with all my reasonable thoughts in chase.

I watch as he moves rubbish out of the way before sliding his back down against the wall where he stays, his eyes closed almost as though he was trying to sleep. But he couldn't be trying t sleep right? Because he was in a pile of rubbish, surrounded by a putrid smell... no one tried to sleep in places like that, no one... No one but the homeless. My eyebrows shoot right up and I scramble backwards because I remember my father saying something about how dangerous they could be, but also because being homeless meant he was dirt poor and I would gain nothing from even approaching him. 

I scramble away from the alley way, my body carrying me towards the wall which hide me from view. I stand with my back against it my heart beating fast. I should be running, I should be heading home so why am I not moving? Why am I just standing still, the boy tucked away around the corner, his body surrounded by rubbish. Maybe it was because, even though I was  a very selfish girl I new what it was like to be rejected.

I peak around the corner, my eyes searching for the boy, only he wasn't sitting in the corner no more but he was standing right in front of me. I jump back with a screech before trying to contain the way my hearth thumped in my chest. I place a hand against the wall and take deep breathes, one hand between me and the guy, my shoes ready to slip off just in case he tried anything funky. 

"What the hell?! don't you know not to scare a girl like that. Bloody hell, if I weren't so drunk-" wait... was it the best idea to explode at a stranger telling them how hopeless and weak you were in your current state? No way. I knew better than that. I recover quickly, though. I sly smile slipping onto my lips. My mind and body slipping into the personality which it usually inhabited during the night. I step forward, kicking my shoes off and place a hand on the guys chest. "Now now now, thats no way to treat a girl." I look up at him through my lashes, my eyes wide and 'innocent'.