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Post by Waddle on May 3, 2010 21:28:07 GMT -5
Somehow she had ended up in the nightclub. She still had no idea how she had gotten in without paying. Well, actually she did know. She had climbed in a window in the ladies' bathroom. What she didn't know was why. She had no reason to be here. She had no money, and no time to goof off here. She needed to be sleeping; it was 1:00AM, after all. Or something like that. And yet - here she was.
She just hoped no one suspected her of sneaking in.
The club was noisy, crowded, and sweaty, and she wished she had a tiny bit of common sense left. She wished she wasn't here. But where else would she be this early in the morning? In the truck, asleep in the driver's seat in whatever parking lot that she found. Annoyed at herself, the redhead sat at a table as far away from the dance floor as possible. Putting her elbows on the table, she rested her head in her hands, then looked back up, feeling a little better. She smiled to herself, her foot tapping to the music, even though she didn't like it much. It was that pop music, the kind she didn't like, but it was still music.
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Post by Anty on May 3, 2010 21:56:51 GMT -5
Stanislav looked around the nightclub, he didn't know anyone here, or, as a matter of fact, anywhere in this strange town. He was holding a small glass of beer in each hand. He craned his neck around and he saw her: A girl, no more than 18. She looked lethargic, almost to the point of fainting; but she was beautiful. And alone. She looks lonely, and I'm definitely lonley... So what're you waiting for?
He walked towards her, avoiding the noisy, sweaty drunks. "Hey, is this seat... Err... Taken?". He sat down anyways. "You look thirsty. Would you like one?" He gestured towards the cups of beer. What are you doing?! A girl like this would never want to hang out with a guy like you! He ignored the small voice in the back of his head, and grinned a toothy grin.
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Post by Waddle on May 3, 2010 22:10:10 GMT -5
Hatty looked at the guy. He seemed about her age, if slightly older, but that didn't matter. He looked handsome, in a way she didn't care for, but still handsome. "No, it's not...", she said, hesitant. Taking the drink slowly, she sniffed it warily at first, then shrugged. To heck with it. She didn't like alcohol, but tonight was a night for drinking. It was free, at least. She took a gulp and set the glass back down on the table.
"So what'cha up to? Name's Hatty, by the way. Hatami, actually, but Hatty's easier." She looked up at the nearest speaker as a new some came on - some sort of rap/hip-hop that was completely annoying. She grumbled to herself. "People don't know good music, if they like crap like this." Shaking her head, she looked back at the stranger, and took a sip of beer without looking away.
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Post by Anty on May 3, 2010 22:21:55 GMT -5
Stanislav sipped at his beer slowly. Suddenly he bagan gulping it, until there was nothing left. He wiped his mouth clumsily. "Sorry about... Err... that. I don't really drink like that. It's been a rough couple of days". He chuckled nervously. He liked beer. Alot. but never to that extent. He guessed he was just nervous.
"The names Stanislav. I know, it's weird. But you can call me Stan... I guess". He smiled, He smiled a lot.
He nodded his head slowly to the beat of the music. It wasm't really his type, but it was okay. "Don't like the music around here too much", he muttered aloud. He looked at her again: She looked like she was having a rough time, a really rough time.
"Are you alright?", he hoped he didn't sound too pushy, "You need a place to crash later? 'Cause you know, you could sleep at my hotel room... If you want... " He knew he was pushing his luck with girl, but he also knew he needed a close friend around here.
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Post by Waddle on May 3, 2010 22:33:13 GMT -5
She gave him a totally freaked out look. Was he suggesting what she thought he was suggesting? That's awkward. Sure, she needed somewhere to sleep, but she wasn't about to let someone's pity find her the place. And she wasn't... Oh, he probably wasn't saying that. Either way, she wasn't about to accept. "I think I'm alright," she said, then gulped down the rest of her beer. It was alright, but it made her feel a little less like the world was against her. Oh, she wished she had her brother with her. He would make her laugh. She missed her cheeky little monkey, as she called him.
"I'll tough it out. Somehow." She shrugged, then changed the topic quickly. "You new 'round here?" It might be helpful if she had someone who knew their way around on her side. She'd only been here for a couple of days. Most of her time was spent looking for a job and a place to live. But few places seemed willing to hire a homeless teenager who looked more like a dirty punk than a normal, if hot tempered, girl.
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Post by Anty on May 3, 2010 22:43:29 GMT -5
Once he heard her reply he realized how horrific it sounded. "I didn't mean it they way it came out... ", he said, blushing. He wished he wouldn't make a fool of himself so often.
"I arrived here just yesterday. I was originally going to the University of Toronto, but I took a wrong turn and I ended up here. Then... ", he remembered the dream... "Then I had the dream, I dunno if it's true... about talismans, or something... ".
He shivered. It still gave him chills, he knew it couldn't be real, but it was on his mind 24/7.
He took another beer from the waitress and chugged that one, too. It helped ease his mind a little, but the dream was still there.
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Post by Waddle on May 3, 2010 22:52:13 GMT -5
She relaxed and laughed at how flustered he looked. She was stupid to have thought that. He was probably a little lit, and saying things he wasn't exactly sure about. Ah well. Then her brow drew down and she leaned forward on her elbows, her voice lowering to little more than a whisper. "Talismans? I got a dream about that, too! Right when I got here, too! A mountain lion... said a lot about Hunters and Innocents and all that mumbo-jumbo!" She felt relieved to know she wasn't alone.
That dream had really scared her, a lot. More than anything she could remember. It was the fear that made her angry. She had always thought the dream was from her parents' divorce. People said you got weird dreams after something horrific happened. Fear turned anger was not something that settled well with Hatty. But she wasn't alone, and even if this was some beer-loving stranger, it made her feel better to know she wasn't the only one with this dilemma. "I guess I'm an Undecided, 'cause I haven't chosen between the two."
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Post by Anty on May 3, 2010 23:11:23 GMT -5
Stanislav's jaw dropped when he realized he wasn't the only one having terrible dreams. That he wasn't going crazy. "So... I'm not mental?". He set his glass down with a sigh of relief. He was sart enough to know when he'd had enough to drink. Now was that time.
"I don't know what to say... " And he didn't, really. He ran his hand through his hair.
" I guess I am also an undecided. But, you and I must choose sometime. And I have a feeling that the sooner it is, the better.", he said.
He repeated what the wolf, his talisman, had told him in his head. He couldn't choose, not now. "I dunno... Maybe we could help figure it out... ?", he hoped he didn' sound too desperate, though he knew he was. This was possibly the most important
decision of his life, it was life and death. What happened if he chose the wrong side?
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Post by Waddle on May 3, 2010 23:18:54 GMT -5
Helping each other decide was probably the best idea. "Yeah, two heads are better than one, as they say." Thing was, Hatty had a problem with not choosing sides. She would often just float in between the two. Was there another side to the Undecideds that was something like 'Who Don't Want To Get Into It'? She would join that side. She wanted nothing of this. She especially didn't want any Hunters breathing down her neck, nor and Innocents bugging her and trying to persuade her to be on their side. The mountain lion had said it would be a tough choice, but she would know what was right for herself if she thought about it. Well, 'O Wise One', why have I been racking my brain for the past days trying to figure it out, then?
She was really beginning to hate all this. "A load of rubbish. For now, I'm just staying away from both them sides, the Hunters especially. If they want to tango, they'll get a fight, but it's unlikely they'll change my opinion. What about you?"
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Post by Anty on May 3, 2010 23:29:32 GMT -5
He shrugged. He wasn't sure, he wanted to stay away and focus on life... But what if this was his life? He hesitated. "I'm not sure, to be honest. I don't want to go to college. Not now. My parents have pushed school on me for who knows how many years. I think we have a different calling. A wild side, if you get me." He took a deep breath.
"And I don't think it'll be easy to ignore. I mean, it brought all the way here already." He gestured to the night club.
He wanted to be a fighter, he wasn't one to just sit back and watch. And he wasn't going to. "But I think I like the idea of being a Hunter, causing havoc, you know." He grinned a grim smile.
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Post by Waddle on May 3, 2010 23:40:30 GMT -5
She nodded, smiling in return. She understood about school. Though he had probably a lot harder time with it, she didn't like school. It was lucky she had finished high school before leaving, for she certainly wouldn't go to school here, if there even was any. College might come later. She doubted it, though. And though her parents would probably pay for college, she hadn't talked to them since that day. And she wasn't going to beg for money, either. She wasn't the type to start begging when things got tough. She'd suck it up and deal with it. Just like this crap about Talismans.
"The Hunter side is definitely a bit of the wild side," she said, still grinning. "It's tempting. Thing is, if all this has lead us here, it needs to tell us who's a Hunter or Innocent or something. Else, it'd just be us, wandering around town, asking random people 'Hey, you ever had this weird dream-' blah, blah, blah. They'd throw us in the loony bin! I think I'll stick where I am for now." Satisfied, she leaned back in her chair and looked at Stan, still thinking how much better things were when you knew you weren't a loon.
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Post by Mothtoto. on May 6, 2010 16:02:45 GMT -5
Jamie hydrated himself with the unknown bottle someone handed him. He took the first sip, and sprayed everyone directly in front of him with it immediately. He checked the label and discovered it was a bottle of some strange Canadian beer. He studied the bottle, wondering whether he should drink it or not. I'm not going to get drunk my first time, well... second time, with no one I know here. Okay, well maybe I am. He put the bottle up to his lips cautiously, then drained the whole thing. He dropped it to the ground without thinking.
Jamie slipped on the remains of the beer that he carelessly dropped on the floor and fell on his butt. He grimaced and was about to get up when he noticed something, well rather someone who seemed vaguely familiar. She had fluffy red hair, and a button nose. And she was talking to some strange guy with a funny accent. He laughed at the accent, because the alcohol was really starting to kick in.
He decided he would flirt with her and see if he recognized her. He got up and was about to walk up to the girl, when realization dawned on him. She wasn't vaguely familiar, she was very familiar, as if he had even known her in his mother's womb, which he had, considering she was his twin. Jamie walked up to her and just stared.
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Post by Anty on May 6, 2010 16:24:52 GMT -5
Stanislav laughed. "Yeah, your probably right. However... I don't know if your Talisman mentioned it or not, but mine said that we won't have to go looking for anyone. They'll find us and beg us, or more like persuade us.", he laughed a bitter laugh. "What a joy, to know someone will be breathing down the back of your neck like that, eh?" He smiled, trying to lighten the mood.
He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, there was a small chill in the air. He noticed something odd in the corner of his eye. He ignored, it was probably just another drunk. While he waited for it go away, he noticed it started laughing... at him.
He slowly turned his head towards it, and realized it was a guy: Taller than average height, but slim. "Erm... 'Ello there." He looked back at Hatty, and then back to the guy, and back to Hatty again. "You look quite similar to that drunk that's staring at you." He jerked his head towards the strange fellow.
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Post by Waddle on May 6, 2010 20:20:11 GMT -5
"Maybe!" Hatty said, laughing a rather drunken laugh. She felt the effects of the alcohol start in on her, and she tried to keep her head. "That would be rather uncomfortable." Raising her hands a bit, she pulled a face, then let her hands drop back onto the table and smiled at him.
She hadn't noticed the drunk staring at Stan, but as he mentioned it, she jerked her head around, a hand dropping to her ever-present pocket knife. But as she focused on the guy and listened to Stan's last words, she swallowed, four words racing through her head. Stalker! What the crap?![/b] He looked familiar. Surprisingly familiar. Forgetting her knife, she stood up and realized who he was by his height and the blonde hair.
Running up to him, she threw her arms around him. "JAMIE! My cheeky monkey!!" she shouted, not caring that several people gave them very freaked out looks. "I can't believe it! You're here! We're both here!" Overcome with happiness and excitement, she looked up at his face, smiling.
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Post by Mothtoto. on May 6, 2010 20:32:38 GMT -5
Jamie heard what they were saying, but decided not to say anything, and just wait for Hatty to realize who he, her own twin, was. He looked away for a moment, getting distracted by a rather fine girl dancing horribly, when all the sudden he was being knocked back down on his butt, and a terribly squeaky voice in his ear yelling something about "cheeky monkeys".
Then, he looked at the source of the commotion, and realized it was the person he had been staring at a moment before, Hatty. He just sat there looking rather dazed. Then Jamie remembered it would be rude if he just sat there and stared at her as if he didn't know who she was a uttered drunkly, "Oh, hello, love!"
Love?! What is wrong with me?! Then, a small voice in his head reminded him that he was drunk. "oh, yeah...".
Jamie looked over Hatty's shoulder at the stranger she was flirting with, looking him up and down scrutinizingly. Jamie scratched his head, remarkably like a monkey. He sat there, waiting for someone to say something else, or at least introduce them.
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