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A few minutes past midnight, wed/thurs. [Sep. 11th, 2005|03:46 pm]
Camp Slash - rpg

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[sinister_one]
[mood |drunkthrashed]

I'm laying on the grass, staring at the stars. They're gorgeous tonight. I used to do this with Julian every once in awhile way back when. I try to get Rupert to join me once again, but he just ignores me, staring at me from his spot on the cabin stairs like a protective mother cat. He probably thinks I'm too drunk. Maybe I am, but it's okay, because I feel so much better right now. Who cares if the world is going to shit? Vodka will protect me, or make it hurt much less if it doesn't. Love to Vodka. My new friend, old friend. Where's Rupert. "Rupert!" I shout into the night. There's a soft sigh and a softer, "Over here, Cillian," from the stairs. Right, the stairs. Someone steps over me and I smile happily at them.
"Cillian, why don't you just go to bed?" Rupert pleads.
"Nope!" I respond loudly. My outside voice got into a shouting match with my inside voice and won, bringing along his friend, trying to shout through the buzz in your head voice, then they got into a match, and the new voice won. I no longer remember how to be quiet.
"You're going to wake someone up," he hisses at me, thinking that might calm me.
"LEGAL!" I apparently find this uproariously funny and start cackling.
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[User Picture]From: sinister_one
2005-09-12 02:34 pm (UTC)

Re: It's.. ten past midnight..

I give a shrug, mostly to shake off your hand. Having someone touch me seems randomly disgusting. "N'th'n. J'st... tired, I guess." I rise to my feet. Suddenly sleeping under the stairs seems genius. Wobbly, but no sick feelings. "Rupert!" Where the hell did that kid go? What time is it? I look at my watch but it's hellishly blurry. The poor kid stumbles out, wiping his eyes.
"Cillian. Shut. Up!" I'm going to hate myself for that tomorrow. "What? What do you want?"
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[User Picture]From: __green_eyes__
2005-09-12 02:58 pm (UTC)

Re: It's.. ten past midnight..

"Jesus, Cill.. will you just be quiet? People are sleeping, I sent Rupert to get some sleep because he'd been sitting up watching over you all night.. didn't you get any of that? Just keep it down? Please? Woah, Jeez-" Stumbling a little as I stand up. "Can't you just let the kid sleep? You've exhausted him, daft bastard."
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[User Picture]From: sinister_one
2005-09-12 03:07 pm (UTC)

Re: It's.. ten past midnight..

Rupert comes over, tiredly taking my arm, which I yank away. Rupert rolls his eyes. "Don't worry, Bill. I got'm. You... go back to your cabin or something. Come on, Cillian..." What is this? Everyone talk to Cillian like he's five day?
"I c'n take care of meself. Fuck this, I'm getting out 'f here. Donno why I'm here in the first place. Not like I'm not able to make my own decisions." I turn my back to you and Rupert, heading toward the parking lot. I can't drive like this. I'll just... sleep in the car and get a start out in the morning. I suppose I should tell you two that, but I don't want to talk anymore.
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[User Picture]From: __green_eyes__
2005-09-12 03:11 pm (UTC)

Re: It's.. ten past midnight..

I roll my eyes, I am not going back to my cabin right now. "So what are you going to do? Leave? Do you even have any money on you? Where are you going to go, Ireland? Think you'll be able to swim?"

Don't panic. Don't panic. He won't leave.. he's just drunk.
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[User Picture]From: sinister_one
2005-09-12 03:18 pm (UTC)

Re: It's.. ten past midnight..

"Money? HA!" I turn around, my head spinning with the twenty thousand things that are wrong with me. I'm dying to spit out that I have more money than I never needed because of the father I had killed by my first poor little victim who's in jail for the crime. "Who fucking cares anymore. Maybe I'll get lucky and die by the side of the road. Although that swimming thought is really fucking tempting right about now."
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