Goblin
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Post by Goblin on Nov 14, 2011 8:43:46 GMT -5
He thought about that, or tried to. It was suddenly kind of hard to even remember his parents. "I dunno...our mother had these crazy moods, and Dad was just kinda angry all the time. So that'd be bad, if I did. How 'bout you?"
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Post by Cavalier on Nov 14, 2011 10:04:05 GMT -5
He took another hit before responding, passing it back to Goblin. He wasn't really sure how he was still concious, but between the liquor and the drugs, he had a loose tongue.
"My dad was an ass. Always beatin' on me and Ma. Ma was weak. Died in childbirth when I was ten." He frowned a minute. "I think that's why a part a' me resents 'Steps. She's like Ma -- always lookin' out for everybody but herself. Never ends well. Wish she'd just be selfish."
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Goblin
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Post by Goblin on Nov 14, 2011 11:23:43 GMT -5
Goblin was thoroughly high, but he was listening. In fact, he was starting to feel kind of all-knowing and wise. "You don't give 'Steps enough credit," he said lazily. "She's tough...underneath, you know?...in a quiet way." He pressed the pipe to his lips, inhaled, chuckled randomly, and passed it back.
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Post by Cavalier on Nov 14, 2011 11:34:13 GMT -5
Cav smirked, taking it from him. "Wonder what it'd take to get her to be loud..." He had visions of taking her like in one of those cheesy romance novels.
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Post by Goblin on Nov 15, 2011 8:20:57 GMT -5
"Probably getting her out of the Refuge, for starters," Goblin said innocently, basking in the smoke.
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Post by Cavalier on Nov 15, 2011 10:26:53 GMT -5
Cav was coherent enough to shoot him a Look. "I'm not you, Goblin. I'm not good at plans. Tell me what to do, and I'll do it, sure. But plannin' what to do? Not my thing."
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Goblin
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Post by Goblin on Nov 15, 2011 23:06:22 GMT -5
"Fine. I have a plan that we should keep smoking this stuff till we pass out." He took another hit and went flying so high that he was barely even aware Cav was there anymore.
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Post by Cavalier on Nov 15, 2011 23:10:06 GMT -5
Cav laughed, nearly giggled, thinking that was a brilliant plan. He let the purple-grey haze of smoke overwhelm him, the low lamplight of the den dancing in his eyes.
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Goblin
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Post by Goblin on Nov 15, 2011 23:16:43 GMT -5
Goblin came back to earth some time later. It could've been minutes, it could've been hours, he had no idea. But it felt like a long time. And yet, between the alcohol and the opium, he still felt woozy. "Cav?" he muttered, pretty sure they weren't going to make it back to Manhattan tonight.
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Post by Cavalier on Nov 15, 2011 23:21:38 GMT -5
Cav gave a loud yawn, blinking, vision still a little blurry. "Hmm?" He looked around, stretching comfortably.
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Post by Goblin on Nov 15, 2011 23:24:37 GMT -5
"We should probably...y'know...leave." The only people left were the hardcore dope fiends who would bask in the smoke until they ran out of money or starved to death. The Chinaman was giving him and Cav a dirty look, like they'd overstayed their welcome. And if it was as late as he suspected, they'd probably get stabbed in an alley on their way home.
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Post by Cavalier on Nov 15, 2011 23:32:08 GMT -5
Cav almost pouted, but hoisted himself up off the cushions. "Yeah, yeah, I'm leavin'." He stumbled a bit as he headed to the door, and the air outside was like being blasted with an iceberg. He shook his head, trying to clear the fog. "What time is it?"
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Post by Goblin on Nov 16, 2011 23:13:17 GMT -5
"I dunno, I'll just check my big, fancy pocket watch...oh, wait..." Goblin was apparently extra sarcastic when he was coming down off a really great high. He stumbled along beside Cav and almost ran into a lamp-post. "There's no way in hell we're gonna make it back to Manhattan."
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Post by Cavalier on Nov 16, 2011 23:15:26 GMT -5
He put the heel of his hand to his forehead, blinking his eyes a few times. "Well, what the fuck are we gonna do? We can't sleep here, it's freezing. Not to mention it's fuckin' Brooklyn."
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Post by Goblin on Nov 16, 2011 23:19:40 GMT -5
Goblin dug desperately through his muddled memories. He'd been to Brooklyn before, he and Clara had been everywhere. There had to be someone...someone they...oh, wait.
"Do you think there's any chance Tristan Shamien'd let us sleep on his floor or something?"
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