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Post by Sleeping Beauty on Feb 17, 2007 16:37:43 GMT
Stupid teenagers drinking was never a good thing, and in Gretal's case it was an even worse thing when she did it since she had never really drank and had no idea what her limits were. Inside she was trying to convince herself that she wasn't drunk but she didn't know who she was trying to kid.
She leaned against the building and tried to clear her head a little. She didn't even know why she had been drinking, she had never really been tempted before but once she had been in the bar it had seemed like a great idea.
She smoothed out her skirt and tried to fix herself a little. There was nobody out there except for her, as far as she knew, but she was still nervous that she looked drunk.
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Post by The Mad Hatter on Feb 17, 2007 17:53:06 GMT
"Never goin' back... never goin' back... never goin' back"
They had been in his house. The witch didn't know who exactly it was but someone had been in there. Not only had they gotten through the front door without even bothering to cover up that they had been there and trashed the kitchen, but the dirty birds had taken something important. A hair clip. A hair clip that belong to an old girlfriend.
Zeque had just about had a breakdown when he came home to find the door open. He had been more then tempted to run off and stay well away from the place, convinced that it was people from town waiting there to kill him. He hadn't though, he had bit his lip and braved it, gone inside to check the place. Whoever it was that had been in his house was gone by then, but still, they had been there. They had gotten in wile he was away. There was no way he would ever feel safe in that house again. So soon after checking the place over, he had locked up and walked out.
"Never goin' back" He mumbled again under his breath. He wasn't so sure though, he didn't even have anything with him. He would eventually have to go back, even if it was just for things. The Witch was wairing a black jacket today with a black shirt and a pair of baggy black jeans that covered his black boots almost completely. He was no blonde anymore though, his hair was now jet black in color and it grown down to just above his shoulders. Most people's hair didn't grow that much in months, let alone a few weeks. But Zeque had spell books and the help of Alice to get his hair like that. His makeup was a little different tonight too, not just a little dark but a thick line of eyeliner around his eyes with red eyeshadow both above and below his eyes, contrasting against his ghostly white skin.
He didn't even know where he was walking anymore and to be honest didn't much care. Just not home. Not the house, not the woods. So he wondering brought him down into the town he hated so much. Luckily there weren't that many people around at night, but then again even if there where he probably wouldn't care that much. They had already been up to his place, so up there or down here, it didn't matter.
He passed a group of guys outside a bar, they reeked of alcohol, he didn't even have to be all that close to pick up on that. They didn't pay him any attention though, they were two busy chattering together and hassling two girls that had just walked out of the bar they were standing outside. Then, not far along the same street, the Witch passed Gretal. Only he didn't really notice her, just some blonde girl who also had that alcohol scent around her. Who it was didn't really register, well not yet anyway, he was far to caught up in being upset over the fact that his home had been invaded.
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Post by Sleeping Beauty on Feb 17, 2007 18:10:59 GMT
Gretal slid down onto the ground, trying to clear her head. She was trying to think clearly but it was really difficult. Part of her wanted to walk home, but the logical part of her brain that was still working was telling her that was a really bad thing. She was halfway considering getting a room at the inn or something and staying there for the night, till she was sobered up a bit more.
She undid the buttons on her jacket and tried to pull it off, but ended up getting tangled up in it. Struggling for a moment she finally pulled it off. Even though it was a little cold outside, she felt as though it was 100 degrees. She was wearing a plain black skirt that came down to her knees and a white cami. wasn't really much of a going out outfit but she didn't like dressing like that.
When she saw a man walk by she thought she recognized him, and normally she would have just ignored it but since she wasn't really thinking to clearly, she stood up. "Zeque?" that was the only person that she could think of, though he didn't really look to much like him.
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Post by The Mad Hatter on Feb 17, 2007 18:30:49 GMT
Once he passed her, he had forgotten about her completely. Just like he had when he passed those guys back by the bar. But when she called after him, the Witch paused. ''oh great...' He thought he should just walk off and pretend like he hadn't heard, thinking it was just some town girl, but it was to late now, he had already stopped. So he turned around and looked at her.
"Yeah?" He asked, like he didn't know who she was. Then it hit him. Gretal! He wasn't really sure what to say or do now. They were not exactly in his territory this time. Before he let her out, she had said things that had really made sense. He couldn't really remember what, the way his mind worked wouldn't let him remember upsetting things very well, but he knew that she had said some things that had gotten through.
"You're... all drunk" He just randomly came out with it. Well she might not want to admit it to herself but he was a witch, he had heightened senses and could smell the alcohol on her from where he was. He didn't get why she was drunk, she was a Nice girl. Nice girls didn't get drunk. And even more importantly she was on her own! Was she stupid? Pretty blonde girl by herself at night obviously under the influence of alcohol, and she wasn't exactly hard to follow and catch, he should know that. Anything could happen to her. He was kind of worried already.
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Post by Sleeping Beauty on Feb 17, 2007 18:44:03 GMT
She shrugged "Not...really" she said. As much as she didn't want to show that she was drunk, it was pretty apparent. Even though somehow she wasn't slurring her words, she defintely wasn't talking in her normal voice and somebody like Zeque who had heard her talk before would notice that she sounded different.
"What the hell did you do" she asked. He looked way different than he had when she had left. She put a hand on the side of the building to steady herself. Next time, if there was going to be a next time, she knew not to drink that much since she obviously couldn't hold her liquor very well.
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Post by The Mad Hatter on Feb 17, 2007 19:07:34 GMT
'Yes really' He thought, but he didn't bother to say it, she obviously didn't think she was drunk and arguing with a drunk person about weather or not they are drunk is usually kind of pointless. Well she wasn't running away, to him that was a really good thing. OK she was drunk, but he could still pretend in his own head that the fact that she wasn't running off was down to her not hating him as much as he had thought she did.
"What the hell did you do"
He had forgotten about that for a moment. "Um... i look different don't i.... is it good different or bad different?" Well he cared what she thought. Since changing his appearance, Gretal was the first person he had run into who's opinion he really cared about. He felt himself getting a little self conscious.
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Post by Sleeping Beauty on Feb 17, 2007 19:17:17 GMT
She shook her head "No, no it's a good different" she said shakily. She thought the change made him look a little scarier but decided that wouldn't be such a hot idea to mention that. Well she couldn't be that drunk if she was still able to think somewhat logically.
She sat back down on the ground leaning against the building, like she had been doing before she had seen Zeque. "I think I need to go home, or to the inn" she said suddenly. That would probably be a good idea pretty soon since passing out in the streets would not be such a good idea.
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Post by The Mad Hatter on Feb 17, 2007 19:28:50 GMT
Zeque sucked on his bottom lip for a moment. A good different. A small smile crossed his face for a second, then it was gone just as quickly. Well, even if Gretal was saying kind of nice things, it was still hard to be happy in the middle of the evil town, knowing that you couldn't go home.
And just wile he was thinking about how he couldn't go home, she said that she had to go to hers. "Oh..." He watched her sit down, then looked past her over to those guys near the bar. The girls they had been talking to before where gone, now they were looking over here, he didn't like it, though he wasn't sure if he was worried more for himself or for Gretal. But as much as he didn't like the idea of her going home on her own, no doubt she would sooner do that then let him walk with her. Even if she was drunk. "Um, want me to walk you to the inn? Cos you're looking like you're gonna pass out... i promise ill go away after... I have to go away anyway, so yeah"
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Post by Sleeping Beauty on Feb 17, 2007 19:38:30 GMT
She had to think about that for a minute, walking home by herself would be really stupid and possibly even walking to the Inn by herself would be stupid. She was kind of noticing to other guys standing a little ways away and she didn't really like how they kept looking over at her. Zeque may have been crazy but she did feel a lot safer walking over there with him.
She looked up at him and nodded "Ok, that sounds good." Grabbing onto the wall to help herself get to her feet. "I think it's that way" she said pointing to the left. The quicker she got to the Inn the better. Nothing sounded better than to just fall asleep.
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Post by The Mad Hatter on Feb 17, 2007 20:10:58 GMT
Wile Gretal was thinking about that, Zeque was a little distracted by those guys again. It wasn't just him, they really were looking over wile they talked quietly together. They were looking at Gretal a little to much for his liking, the Witch really did not wasn't to know what they were saying to each other. He was glad when she said he could walk with her, the idea of those, or any of the drunken men in this town coming over and starting anything on her made him kind of sick.
He started walking when she did, not daring walk too close, he didn't want to freak her out. Well, no more then she probably already was. "Why are you out on you're own... um, drinking?" He asked, looking over at her for a moment. He felt a little better now that they were moving away from those men. It would be OK, even if she passed out, he could always just carry her there and leave her on the bed or something. They would be there soon. Then he could get back to thinking about where he was going to go now.... OK, best not to think about that just yet though hay. The idea of having nowhere to go now was getting him all depressed already.
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Post by Sleeping Beauty on Feb 17, 2007 20:23:52 GMT
She started walk a little unsteadily next to him. "I don't know I was bored and I had never really come into town so it seemed like a good idea." She shook her head, that was a really dumb reason. "I think I'm really drunk" she blurted out.
Stumbling a little she grabbed onto his arm for support. "What were you doing in town?" She asked resting her head on his arm. If she had been sober she most likely wouldn't have been being so nice.
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Post by The Cheshire Cat on Feb 17, 2007 20:24:01 GMT
((Well, hey now...drunken men? Lunchtime for Cas! ;D ))
One of the men, his dark red hair reduced to a a scrawny half-circlet although he could be more than 35, began to stumble after Zeque and Gretal. There was nothing too special about him, despite the fact that he seemed to be more dedicated to messing around with Blondie than his drinking buddies. His strides were wobbly but fast, his beerbelly jiggling with each step. He would have easily have caught up with them had it not been for the hammer.
It was a massive thing, that hammer--20 or 30 pounds at the very least (not even counting the handle) and made of some sort of shiny black material that glittered brillantly in the dim light. It was held by a tall man in his late teens, with a shock of straight white hair and a smile twice as big as was physically possible. He wore clothes that belongeed to the 19th century, and there was a pretty, silver barrette clipped to the red ribbon around his neck. From the sparkle in his light golden eyes, he was completely insane.
"Well, hey, now..." He said, in a smooth, masculine voice. "Where are you going, Bub?"
"Guh..." The man replied, having enough sense to step back.
It was then that the white-haired man attacked, using the huge hammer to knock the man's head off with the ease of a child kicking a dollhouse. The drunk's headless body fell to it's knees and then belly-first to the ground, it's stumb of a neck squirting blood that drenched the front of the madman's suit. His head sailed off, and was found on top of a garbage can later that evening.
The man laughed, a high, shrill sound, then effortless ripped one of the dead drunk's fingers and chewed on it like one would a cocktail olive.
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Post by The Mad Hatter on Feb 17, 2007 20:37:38 GMT
When she tripped and grabbed his arm, the witch suddenly felt as though a load of butterfly's just started flying around in his stomach. He had been self conscious before but now even more so. She was touching him... 'please let go' He thought, knowing it would be so much easier to leave her at the inn if they didn't talk much or walk to close together. He didn't really dare look down at her, feeling nervous all of a sudden. "Uh..." He started, sighing a little. Well if he was going to be going away, he might as well tell her. After all, she asked. "They got into my house, its not safe anymore. So i guess I'm running away now" It sounded kind of pathetic really now that he said it out loud, but there was no way he could stay up there without worrying, even more then he had before. And sleeping would be totally imposable, what with the idea that they could break in without him knowing. Only what Zeque didn't know was that the people who had broke in to his house were not town people at all, just two naughty cats looking for milk and tarts.
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Post by Sleeping Beauty on Feb 17, 2007 20:49:32 GMT
She couldn't really tell that he was really uncomfortable so she kept her head resting on his arm. It was mostly just because she felt like she was going to pass out at any moment and her grip on his arm was one of the only thing keeping her standing.
"Where are you going to stay?" She asked, shocked that she actually sounded concerned. "Why don't you just get a room at the Inn?" she asked quietly. Not waiting for an answer she grabbed his arm with her other hand "I think I need to sit down" she murmered.
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Post by The Cheshire Cat on Feb 17, 2007 20:57:59 GMT
The finger, of course, tasted worse than moldy bran muffins. Upon putting it in his mouth and chewing on it for a few seconds, Cas (for who else could it be?) spat it out. Chunks of flesh flew everywhere, and the Cheshire Cat's slender shoulders sagged in disappointment. He couldn't eat this man, or any other person here...he was too addicted to the sugar cookies he'd eaten in Zeque's house for plain, unseasoned meat to be any good. Especially not greasy man-meat.
What was he to do? His stomach was growling, he couldn't find Dinah to ask her where they should both go for a meal, and--
Wait. That smell...it was familar...
After sniffing the air for a moment, Cas realized that it was Zeque, he of the infinite number of baked goods. The Cat almost cheered...he wouldn't go hungry after all!
Taking a deep breath, The Cheshire Cat hefted his new hammer onto his shoulder and took off at a speed that was not quite a world-run but something close. In a few seconds, he was standing behind the turn of a corner, which the human and witch were very near in turning around.
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