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gamemaker ☢️ ivan korsch
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call me jaded

broken promises and questionable choices | parson/aeryn Jan 13, 2020 15:22:05 GMT -5

Post by gamemaker ☢️ ivan korsch on Jan 13, 2020 15:22:05 GMT -5

Teddy is boring.

What a fun kid he was but adulthood has torn away any presence of fun from him. He always carries such a serious face. We have both been given new lives; may as well live a little.

I am going to live a little tonight. Free from the Ursa shadow.

Life swept away in a shot glass of whiskey, all I must do is wave at the red headed barman and the fine liquor is replenished quickly…perks of the owner being Quest Hertz. The sweet taste of alcohol is a nice starter to a night that I intend to be wild, now I just need a side order of company but the faces in here do not seem a treat.

What about Angel.

The boy with the promises, the one who I am forgetting the feel of. The one who is just a character in my dreams. A memory of the life before death. Promises are a hard deal to break…”I want your hardest spirit.” I raise my empty glass again, seeking the one to join me in this Friday night downfall.

”Hey girl, you have a pretty face. A familiar one too. What are you poisoning yourself with tonight?” A familiar one sits beside me at the bar and edge closer to her, sliding my butt across the bar stools. ”Are you waiting for someone?”

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thanks to Zori for allowing me to namedrop Quest

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broken promises and questionable choices | parson/aeryn Jan 17, 2020 18:46:19 GMT -5

Post by Tom on Jan 17, 2020 18:46:19 GMT -5

It's a joke to her.

The way the Kights act as if there were a prize for being at the top of the power pyramid they built. Aeryn wasn't one of them, despite the last name attached to her. Aeson and her had been different with careful steps into a family messed up, but not as bad as their actual parents. Except, nothing prepared her to go through the years without him to help her from the stupidity of her cousins. A sigh from her lips as she finds herself in this bar in Six with liquor upon her tongue and a lost sense of direction in her heart.

Kights.

She's meant to be like them. Monsters who run the drug business that's rampant on the streets of six, but she's not like them. Instead, she's locked up like a diamond among the rubble of the Kights. Almost a perfect doll for her, the person who refuses to let her call her anything but mom. A chill runs down Aeryn's spine as the crowd grows more lively and she can feel the way eyes reach to her as if she were something new, something special, but none of them would prove that they were anything other than drunkards to her.

"Hey girl, you have a pretty face. A familiar one too. What are you poisoning yourself with tonight?" Familiar face and the tone of that voice, she knows who this is, but it's not quite reaching her mind through the haziness of alcohol and annoyance. "Are you waiting for someone?" Closer and closer he gets, the calmer she gets. A sigh from her lips as she knew how truly bored with the world she was.

"It's Aeryn. Call me girl again and I'll knock your teeth out."

A smile as she sips down whatever the hell the guy at the end had got her and the red headed barman had given to her with his message, not much she wanted from the guy except a free drink. For a second, she almost dares to follow through with it, but she's tired of being someone else's hidden gem.

"Liquor."

As if the simple answer would answer his first question.

"Not waiting for anyone. You waiting for anyone specifically?"

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broken promises and questionable choices | parson/aeryn Jan 29, 2020 14:42:21 GMT -5

Post by gamemaker ☢️ ivan korsch on Jan 29, 2020 14:42:21 GMT -5

It has been a long time.

Life before death, my father’s company is surprisingly duller than old man Theodore Ursa’s. Have I lost the tricks of the trade? It has been so long since I was last close to someone…well since the Ratmas markets with Angel anyway. He is just so far away and jumping that fence to see him? They may as well have left me dead in that arena.

A light green liquid is poured into a two shot sized glass in front of me, one eye on the strong poison and the other on the girl with stronger words than Hellion Mo and the other crazies that joined me in the afterlife. I nod to the bar man as she makes her order. ”I am not waiting for anyone specifically…” I have not written up a blue print of the boy or girl my heart and body desires tonight. Standards are dropping, anyone ticks the boxes right now and I really must have struck gold with the one I have just found.

Slowly I move the bar stool I am sat on closer to her own while pushing the freshly poured glass of liquor across the surface of the ba. I take one shot of the mysterious spirit, the liquid bites at my throat as it makes its way down to my stomach; I do well to hide the fact that it has already struck my head.

I rest my elbow on the bar, my head perched on my hand, chin up so the scar on my neck is clear as the night. ”So you have a familiar name, not a sorry relative of a tribute are you?” I swirl around the rest green spirit in the glass with my free hand, taking one look at the drink and then back up to the girl. ”What are you doing out tonight…drinking away your sorrow…looking for some fun?”