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| Elusive Ronin | Jul 25 2005, 08:49 PM Post #1 |
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It was that feeling; that sense of pure inebriation that she really desired. That loss of thought that had been causing her to drink. Some way to forget. It was this place that caused her to do so. At home she would never have been allowed to do so, but then back home she would not need to be drinking. Drowning away the feelings of sadness and regret that she felt. It was her fault that though. She had been told not to listen to those feelings that she had always had. It was those feelings that had caused this entire mess. Lost and all alone on a planet that was not even her own. Maybe that was why she was stumbling about completely lost in the courtyard -- lost and a bit tipsy. She wandered about trying to focus on what she was doing. It was such a simple task to do, but with so much to drink she could barely fathom trying to walk back to her room. She tripped through the grass looking as though she would soon stop moving and teeter over unable to hold onto consciousness. The light pungent aroma of booze still flittered about her. The liquid soaked into her sleeve and drove her further into that pure state of unconsciousness. She did not want this. All she wanted was to find that void of oblivion that she so desired. Just a little time to forget her troubles. Civilians had told stories of going out and drinking, but she was not allowed to do so, nor had she ever wanted to do so. She could remember seeing and smelling those drunks in the street and how she loathed them ruining the streets and alleys. Drinking had never seemed that important, nor that pleasing. Now though, in the state she was in. She could not remember. The stories or those toothless grins with those battered feathered heads. She could not fathom living without it. That though, the thought caused her to falter. She tripped on seemingly nothing and was hurtled cruelly by the world that she had come to scorn. It was now scorning her more. The hard earth connected quite soundly stunning her momentarily. She could not muster the strength she needed to stand once again. Clawing at the ground in an alcohol induced stupor made it impossible to push herself up. This was the fate of the alcoholic -- a loss of mind and a loss of body. She pulled it off very well however as she maintained that stern atmosphere that she normally wore. That scowl on her face telling the world she did not really want to be here. She would not bite if talked too, but it would be a rather rude response. All she wanted was to be left alone in her sadness. To never see her own world again. The state of pure inebriation… It was what she had desired, but what she most feared, a complete and utter loss of her. A swirl and a vortex of everything and nothing all at once danced around in her mind clouding the rest of the world to her eyes. It hit her mind hard stinging and paining her mind as well as other parts of her body. It was not the alcohol having any adverse effects on her alien makeup; it was just the normal affect of the substance known as booze. Motionless she lay in the grass of the courtyard as the day quickly cooled off. It was probably for the better, but she still smelled of alcohol. Some of it from her and some of it was from the older man in the Underground. Frankly it had been odd to see someone his age in a place like that, but at the very moment all she could was laugh a bit. It was the first time she had laughed in quite some time. Maybe it was an increased affect of the alcohol raping her senses. Contorting what was real for what was a blissful faux reality. She rather liked the faux reality and that was why she was drinking in the first place. To distort the world around her, but she just laughed and forced her body to roll over. A giggle fit of which she had never once conceived of her having began to overtake her. Each little twitter passed from out between her alcohol stained lips. She now looked dazed at the sky and the stars that twinkled about. Maybe one of those stars was near her home. Maybe, but it was funny to think about was it not? Stuck on such a terrible world with no real home and no real friends. It in itself was laughable. “What is so funny,” asked a voice in between her laughing. She heard the voice, but did not reply by any normal means and just continued staring off into space as the giggles that erupted up from her throat continued to disperse throughout the night sky as a face came into view hindering her view of the midnight sky. A shaggy brown mane rested on top of a clearly male face. He was rather cute for how scruffy he looked. At least the green symbol on his face made him look at least a bit older. She laughed as he grimaced at her. The smell of alcohol that lingered on her person finally reached his nostrils and caused him to gag a bit. It was a little strong. “I see.” “Hello there. You are quite handsome,” she laughed as the boy knelt down to come closer. Really it would have been the last thing she would have wanted him to do, but in her current state she was feeling actually very happy that he was. He stopped short however and she reached up to him, but just as quickly as one had appeared two more were kneeling around her. She tried to pull at one, but it quickly disappeared as her hand was grabbed by the boy. A light caring touch was used to stop her from flailing her hand wildly about. “You seem to have a bit to much too drink tonight. Aren’t you a bit young for that,” he asked. Why was he always asking questions? She did not feel like answering so many questions. Oblivion was what she wanted and she was slowly falling deeper and deeper into it. Forgetting completely who she was and her morals. His touch was soft and caring and she finally found the right face and pulled him forcefully toward her face planting a light kiss on his lips. The boy once more recoiled. What was his problem? “We can have a little fun if you want,” she laughed again. She loved that state of oblivion and that uncaring feeling. All she wanted was too do what came natural. A pure loss of all things important. That in itself posed a problem to anyone. A pure loss of inhibitions was just asking for bad news was it not? There was someone else that was not very happy with this turn of events. What are you thinking? The swirl and colors faded as quickly as they formed. It was just a simple question asked very calmly, but the shear shock was enough to sober her up. Her head felt as though if she had been in a long battle and all her weary muscles placed all their pain and anguish on her mind alone. Had she heard that or was it just her head? Just a drunken hallucination? She could have sworn she heard that as she sat up quickly. Probably too quickly. Grabbing at her throbbing head she tried to shake it off, but it seemed impossible. “Father?” “Are you okay,” the boy asked one again as the girl tried to shake off both the shock and the booze. “You seem to have a little to much to drink tonight.” “I know. I am fine for the moment, though my head hurts,” she replied still trying to shake off the pain. It was growing increasingly painful at every word she heard. Each one would ring louder and louder pounding like a hammer on an anvil. The clanging was terrible and it continued to increase as the boy continued to talk to her about how she should be more careful about drinking. “Quiet. My head is throbbing.” “Sorry,” he said quietly, but still it pained her so. Even that slight quiet apology was piercing her eardrums. “Would you like me to help you home?” “I,” she started, but the pain was immense now. Even talking felt as if her head was being crushed. She could say nothing without the pain redoubling. She did not want his help and could manage on herself. Trying to stand though was a chore of unimaginable proportions. Slowly she rose and faltered and despite the boy’s skinny lanky frame he managed to help the taller girl steady herself. “Where do you live? Close I hope,” he continued to pain her with his incessant talking, but the pain was immense as she slowly began to black out from the pain. She could not stand it. It was too much even for her. She leaned on him with all her weight and hoped the poor boy would not collapse, but that was all she could as the darkness consumed her. |
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