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Post by tshamien on Aug 5, 2011 17:23:17 GMT -5
It had been the fight that set it off. Tristan knew it too, but he honestly didn't care. He just didn't fucking care anymore. What more did she want from him? She wanted him to be different, but fuck it, he was too young to change. Too young to change...that's what he kept telling himself.
Tristan cracked his neck and took a long pull on the pipe. He glanced to his right and saw the old Asian man watching him, nodding his head the whole time. Fuck him. FUCK him. Tristan took another long drag on the pipe and laid down on the soft cushion.
The cushions in Sharkey's were nicer than his bed...that's cause Sharkey never wanted you to leave...never wanted to you leave...
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Post by Wraith on Aug 6, 2011 19:05:25 GMT -5
Wraith didn't know anyone else who went to opium dens. And no one knew she went to them now and then, not even her brother, so the chances of running into someone who recognized her were pretty much zero. That alone made them attractive.
Paying wasn't a problem. No one really knew how much money she had, either. She horded almost all of it, from the whoring and now the newspapers, even the allowance Sebastian used to give her before they threw him in the Refuge. She wasn't afraid of the Chinamen; all they wanted from her was cash. And the other customers were always in worlds of their own. So she was free to lie back on her cushion, and inhale from her pipe, and relax. God, it was the only time in the world that every one of her nerves wasn't on edge, that she wasn't constantly poised to run, hide, vanish, escape the latest danger lurking around every corner. She breathed in, sighed, and barely noticed the angry-looking boy on the pillow beside her.
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Post by tshamien on Aug 6, 2011 22:34:28 GMT -5
Tristan glanced at Wraith with half lidded eyes and then tilted his head at her. He wasn't so stoned that he was completely passed out yet, so he knew that someone had just invaded his extremely comfortable cushion. It annoyed him...it only annoyed him because he was on his way to oblivion...if he had been sober he'd be pissed.
"Someone's sitting here," He said.
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Post by blueriley on Aug 6, 2011 22:53:55 GMT -5
Blue walked in Sharkey's and looked around. Nothing like a little opium to make him feel--better--after the shit day he had. He saw Tristan sitting with a girl he'd never seen before. He approached and cleared his throat, 'Friend of yours?' he asked Tristan.
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Post by tshamien on Aug 6, 2011 22:57:19 GMT -5
"I dunno who the fuck she is, she just sat there..." Tristan snapped and then scoffed. "Is it a party in here tonight or somethin?" He was in a shit fucking mood.
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Post by blueriley on Aug 6, 2011 23:08:16 GMT -5
Blue cracked a smile briefly, "Party's about to be bigger-saw Rails on his way here," He said with a shrug, "If you wanted to be alone this place has never been the best," He said as he looked down at the girl beside Tristan.
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Post by Rails on Aug 6, 2011 23:19:05 GMT -5
"Hey Blue wait up!" Rails walked in Sharkey's after his friend. The boy couldn't find anything better to do tonight after getting caught in the bed of the daughter of one of the Prospect Station tycoons. He figured he was better off hiding tonight.
"Heya fellas!" He looked at the girl sat with Tristan smirked, "Oh hey there, don't let me interrupt!"
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Post by tshamien on Aug 7, 2011 8:39:23 GMT -5
Tristan looked up at Rails and sighed heavily. "Hey Rails, you ain't interrupting nothing...for once," he said.
Damn, it was nearly impossible for him to get a moment of peace in Brooklyn. IMPOSSIBLE. All he wanted was to get fucked up and pass out for a few hours, was that so hard.
He set down the opium pipe and rubbing his hands over his hair. It was muggy down there, damp and he knew sweat was forming on his brow.
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Post by Wraith on Aug 7, 2011 9:52:34 GMT -5
Wraith was, in fact, already stoned. Very. And it was a good damn thing, since she was now surrounded by strange boys. "I'm sitting here," she explained very patiently to the boy beside her, before smiling up at the other two and closing her eyes. "Everybody's sitting here, it's a party."
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Post by tshamien on Aug 7, 2011 10:45:30 GMT -5
Tristan looked over at her and whistled. "Well, looks like somebodys having a good time," he actually patted her tiny blonde head. Okay maybe he was a tiny bit stoned, he usually didn't pat people.
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Post by blueriley on Aug 7, 2011 11:36:18 GMT -5
Blue looked down as Tristan pat the girls head. "Well you certainly seem like you're enjoying yourself." He said as he sat down on the other side of the girl, paying her no attention. He needed to relax and maybe once everyone was out of it the 'party' atmosphere would have died down.
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Post by tshamien on Aug 7, 2011 11:44:34 GMT -5
Tristan showed him a loopy grin and passed him the pipe. "I guess so." He glanced at Wraith. "They just flock to me I guess...though I am way to fucked up to do anything about it."
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Post by Wraith on Aug 7, 2011 11:46:25 GMT -5
Wraith's eyes went wide at the head pat, and she reached up to poke his hand. "I'm not a dog," she pointed out lazily, then looked nervously from one boy to another. "Am I?"
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Post by tshamien on Aug 7, 2011 11:48:26 GMT -5
"Nah sweetheart, you're still a girl." Tristan said and nodded. "Just relax."
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Post by blueriley on Aug 7, 2011 11:51:57 GMT -5
Blue, being a natural predator, zoned on in this girl. She looked....scared. Of everything. "A lap dog." He said looking at her, a stony expression on his face.
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