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[05 Aug 2011|11:05pm] |
It was late. It was so late that even this dirty fucking city that ran 25 hours a day seemed dead and empty. Talan checked his phone and saw that it was 5.45 am, and rolled his eyes, figuring that was why. It was still dark out, but was more gray than black as he walked down the alley, smoking a cigarette. He was in some tight jeans and a white button down that was dirty by now, and very wrinkled. His black tie was loose and hanging... his Thursday always had a thing for school boys, and he payed big bucks, so Talan liked to indulge him.
Because of the night's activities, Talan had his tips in his pockets and ducked inside of a doorway to count then quickly before he sent a hurried text, crossing two streets swiftly before he knocked on an abandoned looking door. 20 minutes later he came out, wiping his mouth and looking both ways, sniffing a good deal more than he had before. His make up was smeared and he was sure he looked and smelled like ass, but he didn't care too much, he was just going back to the apartment building that he and the lads were living in.
He was getting close, but still not quite in his own territory, when he heard a loud commotion. He frowned, wondering what the hell was going on at six in the morning in what was normally considered a neutral alley way. He chewed on his lip before his curiosity got the best of him and he walked toward the sounds, sticking to the shadows. He peeked around a dumpster, seeing about 5 guys beating the hell out of one unlucky guy. Talan made a face at it as he watched, knowing better than to get involved as he knew who exactly those people were. He didn't mix with that lot.
Eventually, with one last parting kick, the gang left, and the poor bastard was still lying in the gross alley, probably pretty bad off. He stayed away until he couldn't hear the others anymore, and was going to just leave and deal with the guilt beforoe he heard the kid on the ground coughing. He sighed, wiping his face hard before, against his better judgement, he jogged over, kneeling beside the boy and looking down at him "hey... hey you okay?" he said hurriedly, looking over both shoulders before wincing at the kid's face and pulling a bandana from his pocket to wipe some of the blood from the guy's nose and mouth. "Dude, say something..."
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[05 Aug 2011|11:04pm] |
Remus had left dinner early, claiming stomach pains, and escaped off outside. He pulled on his cloak as he wandered off out of the front door. A group of first years saw him, but he paid them no mind, knowing they were too scared of his upperclassmen status to do anything about it.
He ended up at the quiddich pitch, the sky all dark purple as he pulled out his wand. He threw his cloak on the ground and flopped onto it, pulling out a book he had gotten the day before from the library. Using his wand to cast a small light above the book and hang there, he lounged back in the cool spring air, reading alone. Without loud kids, without stares, without James boasting and Sirius entertaining admirers, without Slytherins, without oppressing common room shit.... alone. Totally alone.
He read a little bit of his book before he sighed, unable to concentrate. Fucking Sirius Black. Someone that Remus couldn't stop thinking about, and he would give anything... anything to stop thinking about that boy. It had been years since he'd realised his feelings, and it had been eating him up inside ever since. Every fling that Sirius has, every girl that he brought in, drunkenly... every time Sirius had come in, drunk, holding and kissing Remus, giggling and all kinds of handsy and... He sighed and put his book over his face, just wanting to yell out of frustration... but he didn't want anyone to see him out there. That would kind of ruin the alone sort of bit.
He pulled the book up again and let out a sort of calming breath. He always got more worked up in every sort of way closer to the moon, and he was about a week off. He concentrated on reading, letting it calm him through... until, that was, he heard uneven sort of footsteps. He hoped that if he was quiet enough, he would go unnoticed. He didn't think about the ball of light hovering above his head.
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[05 Aug 2011|11:03pm] |
Talan... was drunk. He was leaning against a pillar at this club... something with numbers in it. 579? 367? ... He'd call it Studio 54, because that place used to be the shit. Now everything just was shit. He had gotten in for free, because he used to do blow with the bouncer, then flirted his way through most of his drinks. He was wearing the only semi-nice attire he actually owned: a pair of a bit faded,albeit "artfully" torn jeans which, thank fuck was in style right now, because all the jeans he had were ton, either from running from the cops... running from sellers... running from pimps...
Talan did a lot of running, really.
He was starting to get the spins and he hated that shit, sliding down the pillar to sitting. A few people ran into him or tripped over him and he shouted at them, and they shouted back. Never mind that Talan was the one in the way... people should LOOK. The steady beat of the bass seemed to reverberate through his chest and continue throughout his entire body. He could feel the music i his toes and his fingertips, the beat taking over his pulse and forcing it to beat as the song deemed proper.
His stomach lurched and he scrambled up from the floor, tripping ove some yuppy Jersey girl with too orange skin and too much perfume on. He busted into the bathroom just in time to push two guys out of the way and get sick in the toilet. He was just thankful he hadn't sprayed anyone or some shit. That would have ended badly. After he was done he spat at th bowl a few times, flushing and walking out for the sink to wash his face and rinse his mouth out of the sickening, but all too familliar taste.
He leaned overthe sink, head hanging for a minute as he got his brain back to him, not caring who he blocked from one of the only two sinks in this place. He only got bitched at once, though, and he looked up, pretending to gag again and the guy left in a hurry. Talan smirked at his ass leaving in the mirror before he sighed, washing his pale face again.
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Very much under construction. Post here if I've told you we'd do a psl, haha, and I'll get to you later tonight.
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