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Post by Farren on Dec 11, 2009 7:42:02 GMT -8
Moonshine - a common name for home-distilled alcohol, especially in places where this practice is illegal. As with all distilled spirits, yeast ferments a sugar source to produce ethanol, then the alcohol is extracted through distillation using a still. The term is commonly believed to derive from producers and smugglers of moonshine working at night under the light of the moon. It is also known as 'white lightning' due to the high alcohol content, usually over 100 proof. Illegal sites can still be found in southern Appalachian states like the Carolinas, Georgia, Kentucky, Virginia, and West Virginia.
It burned the whole way down. It always did. I closed my eyes and allowed the painful warmth to mellow, spreading out from my throat to my lungs, heart, and beyond. I'd tasted a lot of liquors in my short life but only with moonshine could I feel the alcohol drifting into my system. I released the breath I'd been holding and gently placed the empty shot glass back on the counter upside-down. Across the counter the bartender shook his head and whistled quietly. "Damn kid, you're only guy I know around here who orders 'Mountain Moonshine' on purpose. I mean, it tastes like gasoline. Do you honestly like that shit?"
I never looked up. I kept staring at the empty glass as I said "Yeah, kind of. It reminds me of home." I didn't say any more after that. I simply picked up the glass, turned it over, and set it right on the counter. Then I reached into my pocket, pulled out a twenty and said "How many more can I get for this?" The bartender eyed me over for a second, trying to decide if I was turning into an alcoholic drunk or just someone in need of a stiff drink. Shrugging his shoulders, he took the twenty from my hand and placed the entire jug next to my glass, saying casually "Just take the whole thing, man. You're the only one who drinks it anyway." Then he walked away to serve another customer at the end of the bar.
Staring at the half empty jug for a long moment, I finally went to pick it up but my left hand was clumsy and I spilled almost an entire shot's worth on the bar. "Fuck..." I muttered. It'd been three days since Ryu had broken my right arm in two. I still wasn't used to having only one hand, and my non-dominant left at that. Wiping away what I could I finally managed to pour a shot one handed and chugged the contents quickly. I wasn't on painkillers, even though the hospital doctors had prescribed all sorts of opiates. I'd spent more than a year drugged out of my mind during my lung cancer treatment. I wouldn't spend another second popping pills.
This was the only painkiller I needed.
Breathing out a heated breath like fire, I lightly touched my right arm, cocooned in a sling that was strapped tight to my torso. I thought about what had led me here, to this time and place. All the fights at PHS #552. All the wandering and shattered dreams. Now I was at another high school, playing the asshole-slimy teacher that I really wasn't. I didn't want to fight anymore, at least not for hate and survival like I had before. I didn't want to cause pain, threaten women, children, and students' careers. I wanted everyone to...to just stop. Stop the fighting and pride and fear. To live like people, like teenagers and adults, not refugees in a war zone.
But that couldn't happen. Not until the System that drove them to act like that was destroyed. Five years of seeing it in New York had hardened me to that fact. There would always be weak and strong, master and slave. But everyone deserved a chance, not just a lucky few. I had to find a way to get rid of the System, to give them that chance.
I wasn't going to make it out of this. Not this time. But I couldn't stop now. I poured another shot and sipped it slow. Quietly, for my ears only, I hung my head low and said, "Dear Lord, I've never been a perfect person, a saint. But I've done what I can. I tried to be a good man. You gave me a second chance once. Now give me strength and courage, to see this through to the end. And should I die...please welcome me as a friend. Because I'm tired of being alone. I've been alone all my life..."
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Post by Kevala Badoer on Dec 11, 2009 8:00:08 GMT -8
( ooc: >.> I can sneak into threads to! Mwahahaha!! Also this takes place before the Regalia thread and before Kev stopped dying her hair brown and hiding her true self from the world.)
Tonight was one of those nights. The ones where everything just seemed to slam into you and the weight of the world became too much. She was destroyed, broken inside from her emotional turmoil. Her small body was in constant pain and she was tired.
So very very tired.
Every day was a constant battle against the odds that seemed to constantly stack against her. So, she was done. Finding herself at the entrance to this bar. This place she swore she would never visit again. Sure, she had never really been to this one, but at the end of the night, when the pain was gone and hidden under a slew of liquid fire.......they were all the same.
She had turned away from such things, tried hard to keep from drinking. Had not touched a drop since the night she told Gabriel she loved him and that she was abandoning him to follow Matrim.
It had killed her to say those words and hard as she tried to follow through with them. She always found herself pulled back to him. He was always there. She could not stay away from him.
Sighing softly she would push open the door and step inside. Dressed in a pair of black workout pants and white t-shirt, her hooded jacket open in the front. She had just come from training....with Jaus....so tired..yet she was so close to breaking apart. She knew this, but she kept it hidden from everyone. Even Gabriel.
It was a never ending task and she was slowly feeling the pressure of it starting to drag her down.
Moving to the bar, she did not bother to look around, taking a seat as she ordered her drink.
"Tequila...the whole bottle."
She reached into her pocket, laying out enough money to cover the cost as the bartender grabbed her bottle and set it down in front of her.
"Sure you can handle that little missy?"
It was funny to her that he did not ask her age or for her ID...but she had a knack for finding the bars that were out of the way and that did not care about age so long as you had the money. Rolling her eyes he grabbed the bottle and just shot him a warning glare.
Reaching up to push back her hood. Revealing those beautiful features, a bit of blood still threatening to seep from the corner of her mouth...bruising starting to show on her jaw and neck.
Yes, it had been brutal, but it was what Gabriel wished. So she would do it. No matter the cost.
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Post by Jason Harris on Dec 11, 2009 8:15:51 GMT -8
There was a line of people trying to get into the bar. Amongst the line was at least one freshman. Not college, a highschool freshman. Why was he trying to get into a bar? That's an easy one. Jason had recently gotten a fake ID so it would be easier for him to get alcohol. Not to say it was impossible, but it was more hassle than it was worth to be honest. Hopefully the ID would solve that problem, but there was only one way to find out.
Moving slowly in the line Jason finally came to bouncer and handed him the ID. As he stood there he was expecting rejection the way the bouncer's eyes moved form him to the ID over and over. Finally he spoke.
"When were ya born?"
"July 18th, '88"
Or at least that was his birthday according the the fake ID. The day might of been right, but he year sure wasn't. It had worked though. Handing him back his ID the bouncer let him though proceeding though the door Jason went straight to the bar taking one of the open seats.
He'd wait for the bartender to make his way over towards him. As he inquired about what Jason wanted he'd pull some money out of his pocket and place it one the counter.
"Let me get a shot of Wild Turkey."
The bartender would stare at him for a bit. It was obvious he could tell Jason wasn't old enough, but none the less he took the money and poured the shot.
Bringing it to his mouth he leaned his head about swallowing the liquor. Letting out a sigh he place the glass back on the counter. As he looked around the bar Jason took notice of the smell of whatever it was the person sitting next to him was drinking. He could pick it out just about anywhere. That was good old fashion moonshine.
As smile came across his face as he realized it. He had never seen anyone actually drink the stuff. He had seen it being made plenty of times, but no one ever actually dared to drink it themselves. Most said it was too strong and tasted terrible.
"Why don't you just drink jet fuel my man?"
(OOC: Damn Sarah, you own me in posting speed >.>)
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Post by Farren on Dec 11, 2009 15:42:42 GMT -8
I was deep in my memories when something feminine sat down near me. The sudden sensation caught me off guard and I came back to the present, hearing the woman order an entire bottle of tequila. Either it was a bachelorette party or somebody seriously wanted to get plastered, even more than me it seemed. I started to focus my half-drunk gaze on her and almost had the picture clear when somebody on the other side of me beckoned me with a question. Jet fuel? I guess moonshine is almost like that. They say rum-runners used to supercharge their cars' engines with it to escape police. That's where stock car racing came from, so the legend goes anyway.
I turned away from the girl and to the guy next to me. Damn, guy was almost my size but he looked like a little kid. I'd spent enough time in high schools to be able to pick out the younger ones instantly. Smirking a little, I pushed the jug back and forth and said "Jet fuel costs too much. This stuff's cheap and there's plenty of it back where I'm from." I sipped the rest of the glass I'd been working on a moment ago, cringing slightly at the fire in my throat. Those three shots would be catching up to me very quickly. But in the meantime I looked at the guy with a slight glaze over my eyes and said "Care ta try it?"
I reached over the counter and pulled out two clean shot glasses. I knew the bartender well enough that he wouldn't mind. I poured out a shot of the moonshine and passed it down to the kid. "Name's Farren, kid. What's yers?" The girl next to me could probably hear our whole conversation, the bar wasn't as noisy as it usually was. Might save me introductions later on I quietly mused to myself...
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Post by Kevala Badoer on Dec 11, 2009 15:58:31 GMT -8
She was lost in her own little world when she heard the sound of a familiar tone....followed by another....
The first one getting a smile from her. The second one getting a growl. Icy hues shifting to look over the two now. Jason looked good. Farren looked like he had gone to war with a bus and the bus won....Hehe. Nice. Grinning softly she would grab the bottle and turn push herself up to stand. Moving around Farren and to the other side of Jason.
Her little arm wrapping about his shoulders as she spoke out softly.
"Hey handsome!"
A quick kiss to his cheek before she cut her eyes to Farren.
"Well, dont you look like a ray of fucking sunshine?"
A little giggle passing her lips before she would take another shot off that bottle she held. Feeling the burn slide down her throat. Gods that was good!
Now she remembered why she had drank in the first place. Heh. Setting the bottle down onto the counter and letting those brown locks fall into her face.
Was she drunk?
Not yet.....
But she was soooo on her way to being there. Which was not a good thing, but hey! Nobody here to stop her sooo yeah!
Not to mention now she was dying to know what Mr. Treborn was doing here. Curse her need to investigate all things interesting.
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Post by Jason Harris on Dec 11, 2009 16:38:12 GMT -8
A free shot? Like Jason was going to turn that down. He'd catch the glass as it was slid towards him staring at it for a moment before picking it up. Before he could drink it the person that was sitting behind Farren stood up. Curious as to why Jason stopped what little movement he was doing to see what said person was up to. You could never tell when people had been drinking and better safe that sorry.
The worry went away quickly though as he saw it was Kelava. The kiss to the check she gave him brought a smile to his face.
"Nice to see ya too."
With that out of the way Jason would bring the glass up to his mouth and attempt to take the shot, he'd only be able to get half of it down though. Putting his glass down he exhaled attempting to get rid of the burning sensation in his throat. Looking back at Farren he finally answered his question.
"Thanks man. The name's Jason."
Jason could already feel it taking effect, his words getting slurred, even if ever so slightly. He gaze would adjust then adjust between Kelava and Farren.
"I take it y'all know each other?"
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Post by Farren on Dec 19, 2009 16:30:22 GMT -8
Ray of sunshine, meet rain cloud. Rain cloud, meet sunshine.
It was turning into a better night than it started out as until a familiar face entered my vision. So the random girl was Kevala? Great, grand, wonderful, exactly what I want to deal with. Apparently she knew my new friend Jason; either that or she was just extremely friendly when drinking. Jason took the shot I offered and slugged it like a champ. I grinned a little as he finished up and asked if Kevala and I knew each other. My grin faded and I begrudgingly said,
"Yeah, sort of."
That deserved another drink. This time I picked up the entire jug of 'shine, what was left of it anyway, and pounded back a quick sip. But when I went to place it down I fumbled with my left hand again and nearly knocked it off the bar, scrambling awkwardly to catch before it tipped. I cursed under my breath and rubbed my eyes, feeling the strength of the liquor starting to affect my vision and my already handicapped coordination. I had to slow down a little...just because this moonshine was slightly legal didn't make it any less potent. I swiveled on my stool to face the pair fully and said through squinted eyes,
"Glad ta meet ya Jason. Kevala, it's good to see again - try not to act any more bat shit crazy than usual, eh? Jason, how 'bout another...?" And I slid the jug to my new associate, trying to tempt the man to get as plastered as I was going to be soon...
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Post by Kevala Badoer on Dec 19, 2009 17:09:13 GMT -8
She watched as he struggled, not really making a move to help him as she kept her little arm draped over Jason's shoulder. Her head tilting lightly as she waited for Farren to settle himself once more.
Tsk tsk....that did such she imagined and deep inside a part of her started to feel bad for the man......started to offer to help..because she was a good person despite what people may have thought....
But then he spoke and those eyes would narrow...a light growl slipping forth as she raised her brow slightly.
"This from the man with one arm? Hmm...I dont know....Jason...have I been any less crazy that usual?"
She would turn to him then and offer her sweetest little smile before reaching for her bottle and taking another long drink. Gods that burned soooo good.
As she lowered the bottle she would shiver softly and set it back down upon the bar.....her little form pressing into Jason's slightly as she returned her gaze to the pair.
Nothing more said as of yet. For once SHE was not the one starting the trouble. It was actually kind of strange....Heh...Perhaps she was losing her touch?
Naaaahhh......
She just did not want to call Gabriel tonight....She would be happy if nobody found out where she was.
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Post by Jason Harris on Dec 21, 2009 6:15:01 GMT -8
Jason just listened as the two exchanged their words. Seems there wasn't much love lost between the two of them. Reaching his hand out he caught the bottle as it was slid over to him. Picking it up he take a gulp of the burning goodness before placing it back down and exhaling what felt like fire. He had to admit. That stuff worked and it worked fast. His vision was already starting to blurred and simple movements felt harder to do.
And then it came.
Kelava asked a question Jason knew he didn't might not want to answer, for his own well being if anything. But he also wasn't one to hold his tongue on any matter. Turning to her visibly drunk, or at least tipsy, he spoke.
"I don't think 'less crazy' is possible for you."
Now on to Farren. Turning to face him Jason had a smirk on his face. He'd look at Farren for a second before shaking his head and sliding the bottle back to him.
"Don't know what you're thinkin' but," he'd point towards Kelava before going on. "Not the best person to have mad at you."
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Post by Farren on Dec 21, 2009 19:23:51 GMT -8
I laughed softly, taking the jug back and placing it safely off to my side. "Too late fer that chief, I burned dat bridge a while ago..." Suddenly a shot of lightning ran down my right arm and through my broken bones, causing me to wince and grit my teeth. I held the useless limb closer to my stomach and said back to Kevala, "I may be drunk and one armed but my bones will heal and in the morning I'll be sober. You on the other hand...will still be a shitty excuse for a mother." I was drunk, depressed, and in pain. My tongue knew no limits at this point. My brain have knew I was being an asshole but my body wouldn't stop me.
I turned back from staring across the bar and continued my verbal assault. "The hell ya think yer doin' here, huh? Ya got two babies at home waitin' fer ya and yer out, underage, gettin' drunk on cheap tequila? It's people like you that lead ta messed up kids like da ones at 259." I grabbed the jug and shot down a swing of 'shine so fast it made my teeth hurt. I slammed the jug down again and muttered loud enough for Jason and Kevala to hear,
"People like you that lead to fuck-ups like me..."
I was quickly losing what little good mood Jason had brought into my night. I wasn't normally like this, but then again, not everybody got to see the real me. And alcohol has the bad habit of bringing out people's worst...
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Post by Kevala Badoer on Dec 22, 2009 5:53:39 GMT -8
Well, there were a lot of things Kevala would put up with. A lot of comments she would blow off and laugh at. Hell there were time she would even join in on the jokes by saying something about herself.
But this........this was one of those instances where she DID NOT put up with the words that were spewed at her.
No, he would have enough time to finish his words before she would be behind him, grabbing his collar and jerking back; slamming him off the stool and onto the ground; flat on his back.
Did it matter that he was hurt? Depressed? In pain? No, not really. Besides, he said it himself. She was crazy. Crazy people did not have a sense of right or wrong.
Her foot slamming down onto his arm as fire flared in her now crimson eyes.
"You are a pathetic excuse for a man. You attack others with your big words and you petty judgment. But do you ever cast those same judgments upon yourself?"
Not really giving him time to respond before she would jerk up the bar stool and slam it down over his ribs.
Taking a step back. Those eyes shooting to Jason. Nothing mean held within her gaze but watching to see if he would defend Farren or not. She doubted it, but one could never be to sure.
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Post by Jason Harris on Dec 22, 2009 7:05:41 GMT -8
Jason would sit and listen to Farren go on his rant. He would offer no worlds and little body language in response. Just a shack of his head. He might of wanted to do and say more but in the end it was Kelava problem and he knew she was more than capable of dealing with it.
As Kelava's eyes shot back towards Jason he'd simple shake his head as he did when Farren was speaking eailer. He might of thought it was a bit overboard but you just can't call someone a bad mother and get away with it, not in this world.
"Do you really know what creates fuck up like us?"
Jason waited a second to gather his thoughts. He didn't spend much time doing so as he wanted to make what he was going to say short so Farren could hear it before him and Kelava dealt with their problem however they saw fit.
"People like you. People that think they can judge people, think they know what is best for us. All you are is another arrogant prick with a different ideology."
With that said he'd turn his gaze back towards Kelava.
"Leave him alone he's just a pathetic drunk spewing bullshit."
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Post by Farren on Dec 22, 2009 16:28:48 GMT -8
It happened fast and I was too lost in liquor and thought to stop it. Before I could react I felt the chair pulled out from under me and I slammed into the unforgiving floor, hissing loudly as the air was knocked from my lungs. Then a screaming, nerve shattering crack of pain as Kevala's foot struck my arm. It had been set and casted only a few days before and even the double thickness of the plaster couldn't soak up all the force. I let out a scream through gritted teeth and squeezed my eyes shut, grabbing hold of my right with my left out of reflex.
Luckily I had enough presence of mind to see her reach for the stool. Just as she brought the heavy wood down I rolled to the side, away from both of them, bumping into the feet of a crowd of twnety-somethings nearby. The sound of pumping blood rushed through my ears but I still heard everything they said. I laid on my back for a second, calming the fire in my arm. Then I started to laugh, softly at first, then gradually picking up volume until it sounded like I was choking. The crowd I'd bumped into, angry at first, now slowly walked away, confused and frightened by the weird drunk on the floor. I sat up in place and started crawling my way up on the empty stools next to me till I was standing, swaying, leaning against the counter. I finally managed to get my laugh under control and said,
"You two 'ave no idea. None. I know exactly what a lost cause I am. I'm not much differ'nt from either of ya - jus' wait a few years. Ya know the real diff'rence? I accept that fact. I accept my flaws. But ever'one else...dey hide from 'em. Call 'em 'being unique' or 'thinkin' diff'rent'. It's all bullshit."
I reached over the counter and pulled the near empty jug closer to me but keeping it on the bar. "I spent five years actin' like you. Fightin', cryin', fulla pride n' anger. Know what it got me? NOTHIN'! I was kicked to da fuckin' curb, dyin' of cancer, and told 'So long, seeya later, sucks ta be you'. But ya know what, fine, ya don't wanna listen ta me, fine..."
I grabbed the jug and slammed back one last shot, slugging it down my throat and bringing me back to life long enough to scream "...then let's GO! Ya don't seem ta know much else! Ya wanna hit me so bad, ya wanna fight? THEN LET'S FUCKIN' FIGHT!" I threw the jug against the floor, shattering it and spilling what was left of the 'shine. Now the small crowd at the bar stepped far way, leaving the three of us alone in the center of a circle. I waved my left arm, beckoning Kevala and anyone else on. "Com'on, I got one arm n' I'll STILL kick yer ass!"
This was not my most elquoent of nights. But then again, it wasn't the first bar fight I'd ever gotten into. Just another headache to add to the collection.
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Post by Kevala Badoer on Dec 22, 2009 16:45:50 GMT -8
Kevala watched as he got up, her brow raising at his stammering and ranting. Oh he was such a poor boy. So sad.
She would just roll her eyes and turn to look at him, a little growl escaping her as she tilted her head.
"You think I dont see what is wrong with me? I have been called a monster all my life because of my mental condition. I hear voices, and am crazy as they fucking come.
I accept what I am and I try every day to fucking change it. I cannot be happy because nobody excepts me for what I am.
So you can take your sob story and shove it right up your pretentious ass!
Because we all fucking have one! Life sucks! But you leave my FUCKING KIDS OUT OF IT!
You talk about how life is so bad......YOU threatening them only guarantees them a chance at having the same fucking sob story when they grow up.
But you did not think about that did you?! No, all you could think about was your own selfish goals. Threatening them to get what you wanted!
FUCK YOU FARREN!"
She would then shake her head, drawing in a deep breath as she moved over toward Jason, her small hand coming up and brushing over his chest. Those icy hues going to his as she smiled.
Yeah, she could calm down rather quickly when she wanted to.
"You are right. Sorry I overreacted."
That sweet little tone once more in place. No sign of the evil little thing that had just showed its ugly little head, and the chances of Jason ever being on that end of things was next to nothing.
Gripping the front of his shirt she would pull him forward and press her lips against his before pulling back and smiling.
"So, you wanna stick around here or you wanna go have some real fun?"
That teasing little look given as she bit her lower lip.
Not ignoring Farren, but not about to indulge in his pathetic attempt at fighting her. Besides, Gabriel had plans and Kevala could not mess with those plans. Fighting him would most likely do that.
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Post by Jason Harris on Dec 26, 2009 7:28:12 GMT -8
A grin on Jason's face as he pulled back from the kiss and listened to Kelava's comment. Not fair. There she went teasing again. Ah, well might as well enjoy it huh? That was if Farren's ass wasn't drunk and wanting a fight just behind them.
Reaching over he grabbed a shot the was sitting on the counted, it didn't belong to Jason but he didn't really care. Bringing it to his mouth he tilted it back and let the liquid flow into his body. Slamming the glass back down he stood up, stumbling a bit doing so. Guess he was a bit drunker than first thought.
Jason placed his arm around Kelava's shoulders as he turned to face the angry drunk. He needed something, or in this case someone to help him keep his balance while he spewed this.
"Look around you. You're the only one that wants to fight. You need to quit blaming people for your problems. The school system, us, that moonshine that's got you drunker than hell. In the end it's your fault and you say you know better, but you're still trying to solve it the same way."
That was all he wanted to say, at lest to Farren. Call him out on his bullshit and hope he realizes he's the one that's being stupid and not us. Turning to Kelava he finally answered her.
"Ready to go?"
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