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| Topic Started: Aug 23 2008, 04:48 AM (208 Views) | |
| Kite | Aug 23 2008, 08:23 AM Post #16 |
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Kite hugged the bottle like a mother hugs a newborn babe, following her outside and gently closing the door. He carressed the bottle for a moment before actually opening it, draining a good quarter of the bottle on the first go as he listened to Am talk about the boys. "Bah, they'll do fine. Sef's got potential that even he doesn't know about; You'll make a man out of him yet. And as for Heinrich...Well, he was always destined to be a scholar. He's scary smart." Kite leaned against the wall, placing the bottle near the floor. Crossing his arms, he raised an eyebrow at the young woman. "My stories? Bah, all of them are the same. If it isn't a fight or an assasination, it's an easy job like being a bodyguard or transporting. And most of the Bounties I've chased recently have no imagination at all, really. Makes them easy to track, but not very fun." |
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| Red | Aug 23 2008, 08:33 AM Post #17 |
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"Okay. So we're both boring. I guess the only thing to do is get drunk and laugh at stupid shit." On que, she downed some more. "My tolerance is way down. Stop me if I start doing something I shouldn't. Better yet, stop me if I start acting like you," she playfully nudged him in his side with her arm. "Ahhh booze." Another swig. The conversation faded and died. Half a year passes and this was what they were doing when they finally got together again. Ammie wished she had a more private place for them to sit. Passing people and their glances were becoming annoying. But it was either this or the bathroom. |
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| Kite | Aug 23 2008, 11:40 PM Post #18 |
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Kite left his bottle on the ground, an eyebrow raised at Ammie. She definately was exactly as he remembered, if a bit more pent up than she used to be. He supposed she was just getting older, was all. "And what the hell is that supposed to mean?" He asked in mock anger as she nudged him in the side. He then let the akward silence sink in, before shrugging. He watched the people passing them by, staring at the two before moving on. What, they had never seen two people drinking in the streets before? "You oughta add another room to the house Am. a sitting room, ya know. So you can be like us civilized people." He grinned, reaching for the whiskey bottle. |
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| Red | Aug 24 2008, 12:27 AM Post #19 |
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On her next swig, she almost got a noseful of whiskey. She did her best to choke it down before it all came spewing back out in a giggle fit. Yeah. Civilized. The only thing 'civilization' did, in that sense of the word, was distance a person even further from reality. Even if she had the money, she couldn't see herself ever wearing fancy dresses or having a room simply dedicated for sitting. Ammie adjusted herself on the step, turning to the side and using the much taller man as a back rest. "If you want another room here, then come up with the money. And the land. These stupid places are so close together, another room might get built into the neighbors' property." She grinned, feeling the alcohol begin to take effect. She enjoyed the way it made her dizzy. Few people could appreciate that kind of thing. It had been her experience that most folks just used liquor as an excuse to act like idiots. Though... she couldn't judge. Not when she sometimes did the same. Growing up with so much responsibility shoved into her arms, she never got a chance to really have fun. Alcohol helped that. It gave her the excuse she needed to be seventeen. "You ever wonder where you'll be in ten years, Kite?" Her cheeks as well as the tip of her nose had since become rosey. Her eyes were gradually closing into tipsy half-lids. "Or would you ever, even? You seem like the type to live only in the moment. It's a wonder yer still alive." |
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| Kite | Aug 24 2008, 12:46 AM Post #20 |
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Kite raised the Whiskey bottle to his lips, but stopped for taking a sip. It was something that had crossed his mind before, but he had squashed those thoughts before they could lead anywhere. "Ask me where I am in ten years, and you'll get your answer." He said coyly, this time taking a small sip from the bottle. The mood to get drunk had left him; Besides, he wasn't about to let himself be intoxicated and unable to take care of his host. That would be rude. "Living in the moment is what keeps me alive, love. If I would stop to think about my future, or my past for that matter, I'd probably get killed in the present. You know that, you know the dangers this job brings." He placed his hand gently on her head, and smiled. "Maybe if you wouldn't stop thinking so much about the past and the future yourself, you'd reach it more quickly." |
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| Red | Aug 24 2008, 01:02 AM Post #21 |
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"Easier said than done. Tch..." Her eyes rolled up to where his hand had landed. "It's a whole way of thinking. Those don't change like yer magic." Suddenly, Ammie remembered. Her eyes lit up and she whirled around to face him. "I almost totally forgot! I made something for you! I think you'll like it - it's a pretty one." She jumped up to stand. On her feet, she used the closed door as a back stop to keep her from falling over due to the massive head rush that was currently clouding her vision and making her see spots. "It's a specialized 458 Mini-cannon. Let's see someone clog this baby... Hehehe..." On the door, she didn't move, not attempting to go in or sit back down. She had aso forgotten that her brothers were asleep, and perhaps handling firearms wasn't the best drunken activity for her. So she just kind of stood there, looking very lost. "Uhhhhmmm... the only downside is that the ammo you'll be carrying is kind of heavy so I can't give you a lot, or as much as I usually do. So save the bullets." |
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| Kite | Aug 24 2008, 01:36 AM Post #22 |
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"It can wait til' the morning. You oughta lie down. The boy's will piss themselves if they wake up and see an odd woman standing in the door." He said, grinning as he gently put hia arm around her waist and led her inside. He closed the door softly, then let her lean against it so that she could more or less be upright. "Want me to tuck you in, or do you think you can stagger to it on your own?" |
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| Red | Aug 24 2008, 01:53 AM Post #23 |
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The close proximities combined with the alcohol made her heart pound. She reached up to scratch her forehead with her thumb and pull off the bandanna covering her crown. Locks of long red came falling messily into her face. "Meh... I jus' got comf'rtable. You're suggs'ing I waste this feelin'. Ya know I haven-" she poked him in the chest, "-toushed a drop since lass time you were here." A heavy sigh lifted some weight off of her chest, "In the mornin' I'll wake up... an' do th' saaaaame thing I've been doin' every day fer... ferever. Tonigh's diff'rent. Don'...wan it to be over yet." She swayed a bit, still using the door behind her to keep herself up. She had known her tolerance had gone down, but had no clue to what extent. |
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| Kite | Aug 24 2008, 01:58 AM Post #24 |
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"Well, tonight isn't over quite yet." Kite responded as he sank down to the floor. He chugged at the whiskey bottle, breathing out sharply when he was down. His head was beginning to throb a bit, but the bottle was only a little less than half done. He had waited too long; The first long sip had already entered his system, and the second one only served to fog up his mind even more. He capped the bottle, and put it aside. "In any case..." He paused for a moment, and blinked five or six times. Then shaking his head, he continued speaking. "In any case, what's on your mind, love?" |
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| Red | Aug 24 2008, 02:04 AM Post #25 |
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She sank down as well. Ammie's voice from here on out would be an attempt to whisper. The boys were in the same room, hopefully fast asleep. She propped a leg up and let her arm hang over her knee as the hand on its end held the neck of the bottle. Her eyes were on Heinrich's matt od blonde sticking out from beneath the lump of covers. "Th' boys come firs', but I wanna go do somethin' ...else. I wanna go somewhere an' have th' freedom you do." Another drink was taken. "But thas... nothin' new. I'll get on with it all n' maybe someday in ten years I'll get my freedom back." |
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| Kite | Aug 24 2008, 02:08 AM Post #26 |
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"Freedom, eh?" Kite smiled and put the bottle aside, although the movement was a bit akward. He had decided to stop drinking at this point, to at least keep SOME of his mental faculties intact. He wanted to remember this moment; People always told the truth when they were drunk. "It looks good on paper, but it isn't all it's cracked up to be. You have a good life Ammie. You have stability, a family...You have happiness at your fingertips." He leaned his head against the wall, staring directly at her. He had forgotten how beautiful she was, even in this inebriated state. But he pushed that thought out of his mind as quickly as it came. "The boys won't be boys for much longer; Maybe in even less than ten years. Maybe then you'll have that freedom you yearn for, if they ever decide to let you look out for yourself instead of wanting to protect you all the time." |
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| Red | Aug 24 2008, 02:16 AM Post #27 |
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"Yeah... I suppose yer right. When a person lives doing the same thing day in n' day out, i's good to have somebody remind you what you do have instead of what you don't." She smiled softly, glancing up at him, "I think thissus why I tolerate you. Stuff like this." Her eyes went back down as her head flopped onto his shoulder somewhere. She closed her eyes and tried her best to not think about the past or future. "Y'know you kin come back more offen... Don't wait a whole halfa year next time." |
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| Kite | Aug 24 2008, 02:24 AM Post #28 |
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"I promise I won't." He put an arm around her, and smiled as he waited for her to go to sleep. He cast a glance over at Sef and Heinrich; hopefully, they weren't awake to see their sister in this state. However, he was fairly certain it wouldn't change anything but improve Sef's determination to protect his sister. "Heh, maybe I'll even start paying rent." |
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| Red | Aug 24 2008, 02:30 AM Post #29 |
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"Thas fine..." she sounded more distant now, slowly falling asleep against her wishes. "Th' boys need a man t' look up to..." And that was it. Anything he would say now would be lost on her, as she faded further and further away into unconsciousness. Poor girl didn't know where she was going. She had made the best of the life that was given to her, and nobody is ever completely satisfied. She didn't even know how much she was missing yet. There was never much time to just sit and think about something as unproductive as that. |
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| Kite | Aug 24 2008, 02:45 AM Post #30 |
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He waited a few moments for her breathing to deepen and slow, and then he carried her over to her bed. He threw the covers over her and without thinking about it, kissed her forehead. He stood, then walked towards the door. He would get a bit of fresh air before bed, probably with some fresh toboacco to go with it. He opened the door, then gently closed it so he wouldn't make an noise. Taking a deep breath, he sat on the first step, his back to the door. Slowly but surely, he let the noises of the evening take his mind back to the days he wished he could forget. |
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