Dallen's drunken day out.

Plotnotes · by **Dallen** on June 15th, 2014, 8:36 pm

Dallen McHenderson

"I don't drink, it messes with my senses." Dallen nodded, head slightly lolling about. Sighing, the thief took his arm off from around her shoulders. "I don't mean to just leave when you really want to talk about, whatever it is that you want to talk about. I just don't feel comfortable talking about it, at all." Dallen, understanding, held his index up, pointing towards the sky, as if to make a point. Frowning, he retracted his finger, and then extended it as he brightened, an idea forming inside his head. "I bet if you let yourself go, you wouldn't worry about having that mess with your senses! Drinking makes nothing matter!" Dallen, smiling, proffered the bottle to the thief.

Still holding out the bottle, Dallen's sluggish mind fought to put two and two together. Wait... Says it messes with her 'senses'... only one kind of person who worries about their senses rather than their judgement... Confusedly, Dallen pointed at her with his freehand, saying, "Yer... yer a kelvic, aren'tcha?"

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by **Black Onyx** on June 17th, 2014, 12:19 pm

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"I bet if you let yourself go, you wouldn't worry about having that mess with your senses! Drinking makes nothing matter!" Black blinked, let herself go? Go where exactly? That'd be right, she was stuck with a drunken pair in the middle of the night talking about drinking when she could be out making a profit somewhere else.

From what she had seen from the bars, drinking caused more problems rather than solve them. People forgot who they were, or they began to slander their words and make no sense. She had even seen a man fall head first into the walkway and just fall asleep, just like that. It amazed her how much trouble drinking could actually cause someone.

The next words that flowed from his mouth made her quiet for a brief moment. "Yer... yer a kelvic, aren'tcha?" Petch it, he was drunk and he had somehow manage to pick up from somewhere that she was kelvic. Had it been something that she had said? Because if it was, from now on she was going to be a lot more careful with her words from now.

Black lifted her hands up as if in surrender and she began to back away from the two, towards the entrance of the university. "Lets not go throwing around the word kelvic for no good reason." She said, making sure to keep her words somewhat slow so then he could keep up with them.

Plotnotes · by **Dallen** on June 30th, 2014, 11:28 pm

Dallen McHenderson

"Lets not go throwing around the word kelvic for no good reason." Dallen cocked his head to the side, confused. Did this lady not like her race? Or maybe she thought that Dallen would hate her for being a kelvic? He didn't know quite how to react, but he tried to say a few words to explain.

"Listen, I didn't catch your name, but, Ah'm not judgin' ye for who ya are, miss. A'sides, why are you trying to hide it? I mean, your folk ain't that common, but they're not hated... I really don't think that someone should hate another person based on their race..." Dallen stumbled a bit, moving forward a few inches towards Black. "Be proud of who you are, no matter who that is." Gazing into her face, Dallen lifted the wine bottle and took a swig. "But I do think you still need to find out who that is."

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by **Black Onyx** on July 2nd, 2014, 11:15 am

My kind may not be hated by you, but there are others that they are hated by, she couldn't help but think to herself as she listened to the blonde man before her. He seemed a little philosophical to her. He had to talk about all of the touchy topics that Black really didn't want to visit, on a night where she could be making a small profit from the un-knowing and drunk men and women of the city. As he stumbled forwards, towards her, she watched as he drank some more liquid from the bottle and she really wanted to snatch it out of his hands and toss it across the lawn. He was already drunk for petch sake, how much more drunk did he want to be? Did he want to end up blind drunk and spewing in the gutter?

Finally she pulled the coat from her shoulders and handed it back to the male before her as she pressed her lips together. "Look, while I'm sure that you want to talk about this... What ever this is, at length. However, I don't want to talk about it at all. You're a stranger to me and I don't trust you, no matter if you are only acting with good intentions. In my experience, good intentions, get you killed." With that, she turned away from the male brushing a hand over her left forearm as if to disperse some kind of dirt from there. She didn't exactly know who she was or what she was doing. Half of the time, she felt like she was drifting with no real purpose except to just survive. The other half was spent alone, watching the sun set upon another day.

Loneliness was her enemy, it was a constant drag upon her and every time she wanted to get to know someone, she starts to think about what had happened to her parents. They had to of trusted the wrong person to have been killed and so, she pulls away and distance herself from people. Preferring the cover of shadows, rather than the bright light, sharing it with the company of people. Black had an after thought and she threw a comment over her shoulder as she started walking away. "By the way, you should stop drinking before you end up face down in a gutter, naked and with no memory of the night before."
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by **Perplexity** on October 18th, 2014, 6:29 pm

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