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dazed days [open] Mar 31, 2023 20:19:26 GMT -5

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Post by kap on Mar 31, 2023 20:19:26 GMT -5

zedekiah luna

what part
of living

tw: alcoholism, child abuse

Your boyfriend seems to have dropped off the face of the Earth, and now you've dropped back into your bad habits worse than ever before. Drinking was always something you'd relied on, ever since you knew it was an option. Your abusive father made it so that it was pretty much all you could do to numb the pain. The only time you didn't really feel that pain was when you were with your boyfriend, and that even helped you to start drinking less, but once he was gone, so was that safety net.

So, back to drinking it was.

For a while, you would hide your drinking: you'd do it at home when your father was out, or in the locker room at the career training gym when it was relatively empty. You'd gotten in trouble a few times for drinking in public places like the locker room, though, so you'd finally made the decision to just go to a damn bar. It was a bit more expensive than drinking at home with the cheap beer you'd bought, but it was more convenient.

Sitting at the bar, you ordered one of the beers they had on tap and thanked the bartender when she brought it to you. As you sipped on your beer and slowly chipped away at your basket of onion rings, you listened in on other people's conversations at the bar.

In the time you were sitting there, you learned of one man's divorce and another man's gambling problem. Tie all that in with your alcoholism, and it sounded like most of the people here at least had some sort of problem going on. That's life for you, you supposed.

You sat back and smirked as you heard someone hopelessly making an attempt to flirt with the bartender. Usually, you weren't being social with other people in the bar, but you certainly didn't mind being around those who were being social, since it was a bit of a form of entertainment.

As you took another sip from your beer, you heard someone say something to you, but didn't quite catch what they said. Setting down your beer, you look in their direction.

"Hm?" you mumble. "Sorry," you speak up more. "I didn't quite catch that."

All that listening to other people's conversations in the bar and you don't catch what the one person speaking to you said. Of course. Your father would've called you oblivious and smacked you across the face for something as dumb as that. Thankfully, he wasn't here.

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416 words

says you
gotta die

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dazed days [open] Apr 20, 2023 15:37:11 GMT -5

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Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2023 15:37:11 GMT -5

Sinister walks into the room, leaving behind the twisted trail that follows him.

In a room full of drunkards, you can be anything. Mateus looks to cut his nerves - it's rare that something effects him any, but for some reason he can't quite shake an indescribable weight. You see, he met someone, a man he had been following for some time that finally agreed to cross paths with him in the light of day. Mateus felt something akin to a hunger, for he liked this boy, and there was a prospect weighing on his mind on what to do about it.

Kill him.

It simply seemed easiest - he didn't like dealing with emotions. As a peacekeeper or in his civilian life, and it would be surprisingly easy to get away from it all. He imagined the act, how he would dispose of the aftermath, how he would leave to District 9 and blend in for a few months, move on with his life without any ties. All he needed for now was a distraction, something, anything to take this damn edge off.

He always felt so tense when he planned something of this caliber, as if every peering stranger was somehow in on his dirty secret. Some game of cat and mouse, the way he torments himself in paranoia and feeds off it at the same time. For as stressful as it is, it's exhilarating to feel different, to be that wolf amongst the sheep. In his current day, that's exactly what he is.

Another sheep, his fangs filed down and his claws clipped away. "Drinking alone, handsome?" He says behind a man at the bar who looks as if he's in his own world entirely. Those are the kinds he like, the outliers, the ones you can find on the own in the corner of the room. He doesn't pay him any mind, and Mateus hovers behind the man, placing his right hand on the bar surface and leaning over him.

"Sorry," he says, "I didn't quite catch that."

Mateus feels a quick sting of disappointment, a scowl flashing across his face before he thinks of his appearances. A smirk takes place shortly there after- hey, got his attention at least. "I said, are you drinking alone?" He'd hate to waste his time, wafting through the small talk just to find out he's waiting for someone else.

He takes a seat before finding the answer, more interested in inserting himself in this man's space. You won't ignore me, "I'll pay for both of us, if you're free that is."