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Post by Vivian Nazarova on Oct 8, 2009 11:59:10 GMT 1
[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/1300666/Characters/Vivian/H2/Viv12.png,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/1300666/Characters/Vivian/Viv1_02.png][atrb=style,padding:0px 50px;background-position:top;background-repeat:no-repeat;] This was the first time in a number of nights Vivian had gone on her usual walks around Hogsmeade. Initially she’d been hoping to hide from one Samuel Jacobs by staying in the Hogs Head, but the fact there were limited ways to entertain yourself in a pub aside from drinking and trying to score had driven her back out into the open. A life of alcoholism and one night stands wasn’t exactly what she had envisioned doing with herself in the future.
As January wore on, the nights were steadily getting warmer. Changes in temperature were meaningless to her now that her body just adapted to the ambient temperature, but she appreciated it anyway. Spring always meant new babies at the Care of Magical Creatures classes, and maybe she’d still be able to sneak up there to get a peek at the hippogriff and unicorn foals. God she missed the place. Although, the unicorns might object to her now, which was a pity.
It was that thought that occupied Vivian as she walked the familiar streets, hands deep in her pockets. Thinking was really all she had left to do these days in the absence of study, long work or a social life. Scotty was always in bed before twelve and she got her cleaning chores at work done in only an hour, leaving most of the night chock full of nothing but free time. The idea of secretly visiting the school come Spring was one of the few non-depressing thoughts she had left. Maybe Scotty would like to go with her?
She was distracted by a scent intersecting the street she was walking down. Vivian stopped, frowning lightly and searching around as though the source of the odour would magically appear. She knew that scent. Or she thought she did. A specific mix of a certain anti-perspirant and perfume, although almost drowned out by the smell of alcohol. Molasses? If she had to hazard a guess she’d say rum. Living as a vampire working at a bar meant you picked up the differences in smells between drinks quickly. But who did she know that drank rum and smelled like that? It was a girl’s scent, that much was clear. Maybe she just remembered her as a visitor from the Hog?
... Curiosity won out over preservation instinct. With a sigh as though asking herself what the hell she was thinking, Vivian set off in the direction she best approximated as the way the scent was headed, although it could just as easily be the way the person had come. Her maker, Dacian, had been killed before she’d learned to tell the difference. Luck was on her side however, and the scent strengthened as she got closer. It was leading into an alley for some reason. Oh dear.
“Finlay!” Vivian shrieked as the sight of a girl lying against the stone wall came into view. For a second she panicked that something terrible had happened – that she was unconscious, that she had been attacked, that she had been raped; God knew enough crap had happened to Vivian lately nothing seemed implausible any more – until she realised that aside from being a little drunk, the girl was in one piece and apparently perfectly fine.
Vivian sighed exasperatedly, her shoulders sagging. Her and Finlay had never been close – Hell, she couldn’t remember the girls surname for starters – but she knew she was both a school student and a sixth year, which meant she shouldn’t be drinking at all, let alone sitting drunk in an alley in a town that was not nearly as safe as people thought. The place was almost Vampire Central lately.
“Vot are you doing out here?” Vivian asked anxiously and approaching with more than a little trepidation. She had trouble talking to people on a regular day let alone when they were trashed in a dark alley under God knew what circumstances. “Are you alright?” Please be!
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Post by Finlay Cassandra Mackenzie on Oct 8, 2009 13:31:44 GMT 1
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I'll tell you something,I am a wolf but [/color] I like to wear sheep's clothing............School had been back in session for a few weeks and it was starting to bore Steph already. She was trying hard to make up for her failing grades, not wanting to be the girl who flunked out. It was a strange place to be, someone as messed up as she was who still didn’t want to have crap grades. However, the stress that came with the extra work, the make up work, meant that she was drinking more, smoking more, taking more than she ever had before. She swapped and changed her drug of choice, experimenting with magical things, muggle things, she’s done the cannabis route, her current poison of choice was painkillers and tranquilizers. That could partly be the reason why she had got drunk so fast tonight, why it had affected her this way.
She hadn’t meant to, she just needed a break from everything, the work, the school, herself. She heard the shrill shriek of her name, cutting through her head like a blinding white light of pain. How had she got here? She could feel the wet, stone wall behind her, dampness seeping through her top and causing it to cling to her back, it was the same with the trousers she wore, soaked from the dirty stones she was apparently sat on. Okay so she didn’t remember sitting down here… last thing she remembered was being… being in… The Three Broomsticks… they wouldn’t serve her but there was someone, a guy… Finn had flirted her way into getting him to buy her drinks. It must have been some good flirting because, from the taste in her mouth, she could tell she’d had quite a lot of rum. Maybe he thought he was getting lucky. Yeah, he did. Now it was coming back to her. She’d left the pub with him, she was going back to his, where -his- was. They’d wandered down a few alleys, then the wooziness kicked in. Things had started to spin and then they went black… then white as that damn voice ripped through her ears and head.
Her eyes opened, thanking the Heavens that it was dark enough down this alley, bright lights, loud voices; they were not her friends right now. Through her blurred vision, she could see the figure approaching, and through her drugged and drunk haze, she would tell that a) this person was female and b) this person knew her. Oh crap, she just hoped this wouldn’t get back to her family, they would have no problem whooping her backside for this, not with their fiery temperaments. Her family were good people, protective of their own with a passion, and they were big fans of the cruel to be kind interventions. Vot are you doing out here? Finn frowned, her legs pulling up so her knees were close to her chest, not sprawled out across the alley. She knew that voice, well the accent, it was pretty unique. Unfortunately, the state Finn was in, she couldn’t put a name or a face to the voice. A small, low groan left her lips as she tried to get her body to move. Damn tranquilizers, they certainly did what they said on the packet! Her body felt heavy, really heavy. A clinking tinkle echoed and bounced off the walls built up around them, causing Finn to moan louder, not the rum… she liked that, she couldn’t waste any of it, it had been free! Especially so since she passed out before she could whore herself for it. Are you alright?
Dragging her arm across her body, clumsily and anything but how a woman should have done it, Finn grabbed for the bottle, hoping to save at least a little bit. “Mmfine… I think I passsssed out.” Her hand moved to her head and she groaned out, her face crinkling up to show the pain she felt. “Ow…” Once the pain had subsided a little, enough for her to open her eyes again, enough for her to look at the person in front of her, Finn blinked slowly, a good few times, trying to focus. She wasn’t as drunk as she could be, but the drugs in her system were making it hard to focus on her face, “Who are you… and how d’ya know me?” Apparently politeness wasn’t one of her strong points tonight. ............ [/center] Tagged :: VivCredits :: Cam
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Post by Vivian Nazarova on Oct 8, 2009 15:43:52 GMT 1
At her words, Finlay began to stir and Vivian took that as incentive to get closer. The girl reeked of alcohol, of people, of smoke, but it was faded. She’d come from somewhere public at least, if not a bar, and who knew how long she had been out here. There was no way for Vivian to tell much more unless she felt like sniffing Finlay’s clothing, and somehow she suspected that wouldn’t go down well, the fact Finlay was drunk out of her mind notwithstanding. She didn’t feel human enough at the best of times without making a grand impression of a sniffer dog to top things off.
The girl’s movements caused a bottle of rum beside her to fall to the ground, spilling its contents onto the already wet stone. Vivian hadn’t even noticed it was there until this point and she eyed it with something resembling distaste. “Leave it,” she attempted to plead, only to be ignored completely as the – Hufflepuff? Yes, Hufflepuff – attempted to rescue the contents of her precious bottle. Oh dear, she could tell already this wasn’t going to be simple, not by a long shot. “You’ve had enuff!” Apparently Finlay didn’t think so and Vivian was far too chicken to try and take the liquor from her.
“Mmfine… I think I passsssed out,” Finlay slurred confidently, and far from reassuring the young vampire, her eyes widened in disbelief. ‘I’m fine’ and ‘I think I passed out’ in the same sentence? In what world did passing out in the street ever equate with being fine? Hopefully that was just the alcohol talking and not just Finlay’s rather skewered perception on the definition of the word ‘fine’.
Finlay would be lucky if she didn’t catch pneumonia sitting there like that sitting on the cold wet ground. More than that, she was lucky that the first vampire to cross her path was the friendly sort. Vivian knew a number of vampires didn’t like their meals coursing with ethanol, but then, for every one that didn’t there were bound to be one who did. Vampires weren’t the only danger. People could be just as bad and there was more than one thing to do with a passed out woman in an alleyway instead of just making off with her wallet.
That was, if nothing had happened already. Judging by Finlay’s last words her recollection of events was a little fuzzy and memory blanks were never a good sign. She didn’t even want to think.
She needed to move the girl out of here, but to where? The school? No, the teachers would kill her for staying out and getting drunk. Well, she probably deserved it, but still. Maybe if she took her to the Hogs Head to sleep it off and warned her that if she was caught out again Vivian would personally frogmarch her all the way to McGonagalls office? Ed, the owner of the bar, was probably asleep, but he’d know more about looking after drunk people than anyone else.
And more to the point, how was she supposed to get her anywhere? True, she could easily just pick her up and move her like it was no more effort than lugging schoolbooks around, but she was opposed to doing that on principle. Just because you could do whatever you wanted to someone didn’t give you the right. That, and having Finlay throw up on her seemed like a real danger. Ew. Just, ew.
“Who are you… and how d’ya know me?” Finlay suddenly asked a little roughly.
Uuuum. Okay, that one caught her a bit off guard, but it was a fair question. “Vivian. Ve met at Hogvorts,” she tried to explain, holding her hand out to make a gesture then giving up and letting it flap back down to her leg pathetically. “Are you sure you’re okay? Ve should get you out of the cold, it’s not safe here.”
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Post by Finlay Cassandra Mackenzie on Oct 9, 2009 0:17:49 GMT 1
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I'll tell you something,I am a wolf but [/color] I like to wear sheep's clothing............The idea of some girl sniffing her would likely not have gone down well with Finlay when she was sober, let alone when she was three sheets to the wind. Finlay had spent months keeping herself calm, counting to ten to stop herself blowing her top at people for the slightest thing. She had been doing well, but when she was drunk, her fuse got short again, dangerously short. Grabbing hold of the bottle, she heard the girl's voice again, Leave it.... You've had enuff! to which she fixed her with a 'don't tell me what to do', a warning that her tongue would happily back up, then her fists if it came to it.
Passing out in the street was something Finlay didn't make a habit of, but it wasn't completely uncommon for her, the passing out bit at least. Sure, she'd never passed out in the street before, but she had had instances where she'd woken up in bushes before. That had been incredibly uncomfortable. It wasn't so much the pneumonia she would worry about, Finlay would have freaked out, had she been a little more sober, that she might get piles from sitting on the cold ground. Coming from Scotland, it was something her parents and grandparents would warn her about constantly when she would sit on snow covered walls. The idea of vampires also didn't frighten her in her drunken state, in her mind she could take any blood sucker and send them home with their own fangs sticking out their ass. Of course this was foolish, but she would at least try and flirt her way out of being dinner, maybe offer up a little blood donation long term for her own life. It would give her some sense of being at least, some reason to be around.
Finlay's lack of knowledge wasn't good, but the fact her trousers were still safely fastened, her clothes were not ripped or dishevelled, at least not more than were to be expected considering she'd collapsed against a damp wall. She looked up at the girl, her head spinning as she answered with her name, Vivian. Ve met at Hogvorts Her eyes travelled to the hand extended for her, pondering whether to shake it or not. The fact that her hands were busy with one hand protecting the last precious drops of rum in the bottle and the other keeping her conscious form upright, made it a little difficult. Still, she kind of recognised the name, vaguely the face, and maybe she was right... maybe it wasn't safe, but she was damn right it was cold, and more than that it was starting to get really uncomfortable on the floor. Struggling to her feet, she swayed dangerously, "Okay... woah... but..." She stumbled until she rested on the wall, "No school... I can't.... no school." [/size][/color] ............[/blockquote][/center] Tagged :: VivCredits :: Cam
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Post by Vivian Nazarova on Oct 20, 2009 14:41:53 GMT 1
[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/1300666/Characters/Vivian/H2/Viv12.png,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/1300666/Characters/Vivian/Viv1_02.png][atrb=style,padding:0px 50px;background-position:top;background-repeat:no-repeat;] Oh thank God. So at least Finlay could still be reasoned with to some mild extent, which was better than nothing. It would be nicer if she wasn’t sopping drunk, but, hey, Viv was prepared to take what she could get at this stage. Better get moving before the girl suddenly changed her mind.
Seriously, how did every single drug except alcohol get branded as illegal? Booze arguably caused just as many problems as the rest of them, and the availability just made it worse.
“Voah, easy!” Vivian cried in alarm with a worried lurch forwards when for a second it looked like Finlay was about to collapse back onto the pavement. The girl managed to be able to maintain herself upright, but Vivian wasn’t about to wait around to see how long that luck lasted. A knock to the head was the last thing Fin needed on top of everything else.
Yes, the Hogs Head seemed like the best bet. Ed’d know how to handle this, she told herself again. “Okay, no school,” Vivian agreed hurriedly as though the girl was suddenly going to vanish if she said anything else. Vivian always felt like she was standing on a precipice when socialising at the best of times and these circumstances were definitely far from ideal. Ergh, pressure!
“Ve’ll go to seh Hogs Head, okay?” she proposed anxiously, leaving out the fact that procuring more liquor was definitely not on the nights agenda. “It’s varmer zhere,” she added, hesitantly moving over to help the girl walk. She didn’t look like she’d be able to make it very far before collapsing, but at the same time Vivian was rather fond of the jeans she was wearing and getting puke on them was not very high on her to-do list. Doing the right thing by Finlay won out over a scrap of clothing Ed could have as good as new with a wave of his wand.
“Vhy are you here anyvay?” Vivian huffed as they started moving, feeling slightly more confident now that she had the rogue Hufflepuff going in the right direction. She hadn’t been answered the first time that she’d asked the question and she was still curious. Maybe her friends had ditched her or something, in which case she hoped they got a stern talking to.
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Post by Finlay Cassandra Mackenzie on Nov 3, 2009 14:28:49 GMT 1
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I'll tell you something,I am a wolf but [/color] I like to wear sheep's clothing............Alcohol was the one form of drug that wouldn’t get Finlay into serious trouble. Sure, she would be punished if she was caught, but it wouldn’t be half as bad as if she was caught with the muggle drugs she liked to use. Alcohol was also easier to get, so considering she had been forced to throw her last bit of wacky baccy a few days earlier when they had a room search, she was glad of its availability.
Resting against the wall, Finn let her eyes attempt to focus on Vivian. It wasn’t overly successful; the vampire changeling seemed to have a hazy looking twin that was swaying behind her, but at least she could see her, fix her with a gaze that she hoped came across as that she wasn’t to be messed with. Apparently it did. Okay, no school. Finn was already starting to like her! As Viv continued to talk, Finn downed the last bit of the rum and threw the empty bottle aside, groaning as the clanking glass on the wet paved alley shot through her head like some sort of white hot, sharp object.
She instantly brightened, a sloppy grin appearing on her face when Vivian mentioned the Hogs Head. Hell yeah, Finn was really liking this girl. Best cure for a hangover, was more drink. And yes, she had a point that it was warmer. “Like your thinking, Batman…” Feeling the changeling support her, helping her walk, Finn was tempted to push her off, tell her she didn’t need her help… but she knew full well the force from pushing would likely floor her. Besides, if she let Viv help, she’d get to the bar sooner. Bar equalled alcohol, alcohol equalled good. That was the gist of Finn’s current mental capacity. Unfortunately, it also didn’t censor her thoughts, pretty apparent as she curled round to whisper drunkenly into Viv’s hair “And have you seen Ed, the guy in there? The things I’d do to him…” With a chuckle, she swayed and let out a cackle as she almost lost her balance.
Her expression dimmed, the smile slipping from her lips when Viv asked why she was out here again. Well wasn’t she just a little curious cat? Looking away, she sniffed gently and shrugged, “Just didn’t want to be indoors… school is… well… it’s shit.” She sighed, “I just wanted to have a night off… forget about the essays and the exams… not that it’s any of your business… I’m allowed to let my hair down.” [/size][/color] ............[/blockquote][/center] Tagged :: VivCredits :: Cam
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Post by Vivian Nazarova on Nov 6, 2009 13:43:50 GMT 1
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Okay fine, if Fin thought she was a bat-man, apparently she was a bat-man. Although speaking of, the ability to turn into a bat would be helpful right about now, she thought absently. If that piece of vampire lore had of been correct she could just fly them both over to the Hogs Head rather than trudge around in the cold in the middle of the night. Well, she’d need to be a pretty big bat, but it’d still be cool.
Suddenly Vivan’s random train of thought was abruptly derailed.
... Hang on. Waitwaitwaitwhat? What did Fin want to do with Ed? Vivian’s expression turned just that shade of mortified. That didn’t sound good. Yeah, okay, Ed was hot, she was a girl and didn’t need telling twice, but considering the relationship she had with the bartender Fin might as well have just said she wanted to fuck Vivian’s brother.
... Eeeeewh.
“He has girlfriend nao,” Vivian piped up quickly, hoping to discourage wherever Fin’s thoughts were going. Note to self: drunk people not only hallucinate, are also horny; potential issues when combined?
“And zhere are more vays to relax from exhams zhan drinking,” she opted to remind quickly. Then again she wasn’t exactly one to talk. Hell, she hadn’t even gotten past her O.W.L year. Fin had to be... ergh. She wasn’t a 5th so she’d done her O.W.L exams already, so she was either a 6th or a 7th. “You’ll never do vell in Hogvorts doing zhis,” she chided for good measure.
If Fin wanted to swap lives that was fine by her, Vivian had never actually bothered to apply herself to her studies while at school but now that she’d been kicked out she’d give almost anything to get back in and never lift her nose out of a transfiguration textbook. You never really knew what you had until you lost it. Vivian was one of the few people who could actually say she envied Fin in some way.
Not that she wanted to sound like Fin’s mother either, but, argh.
“Vot about your friends?” she asked after mentally flailing about for a topic. “Couldn’t zhey help you vith—” Um... “ —somesing?” she finished lamely as they made their slow way down one of the streets.
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Post by Finlay Cassandra Mackenzie on Nov 11, 2009 14:24:50 GMT 1
Something as trivial as having a girlfriend wouldn't have stopped the thoughts going through Fin's head. Hell, in her state, being chased by a herd of stampeding trolls wouldn't have stopped the thoughts going through her head... and what good thoughts they were. Spotting the mortified look on Viv's face only managed to make her chuckle. Uh oh... Viv knew him apparently. She was close to having some awesome comeback about not wanting a relationship, what the girlfriend didn't know wouldn't hurt her etc etc, but Viv had continued, breaking into a lecture about relaxing.
Problem. If there was one thing Fin hated it was being lectured. It was bad enough when she was sober, when she was drunk it was far worse. Who was this girl to be talking to her about how to relax, how she wasn't going to do well? Moreso, who was she to be nosing around about Fin's friends!? Fine, maybe that little comment had stung Fin, reminding her that she had pushed most of them so far that they wouldn't even give her the time of day. Most had grown sick of her behaviour. Fixing Viv with a glare, Fin swayed and tried to pull herself away from the vampire. "Oh screw you... seriously." She stumbled away from Viv, making her way down the street at, what she thought was the speed of light... but was realistically a true drunken stumble.
Normally, Fin would have built her guard up, closed herself off from the prying girl. She told no one about her reasons, about what she was really like, how she really felt. Unfortunately alcohol loosened her tongue as much as it did her morals, not that her morals were all that tight to begin with. She could feel her skin burning, despite the cold air that breezed past her. Her breathing was low and shallow, coming out in puffs and pants. And what the hell was that biting feeling in the back of her throat? It was like a lump of fire inside her neck! A few steps of space between them and Fin felt the fire inside her erupt, turning to face Viv as she unleashed. "Don't... don't tell me there are other ways when you have no idea who I am... so what if we knew each other once, saw each other around school... big fucking whoop. You have no idea who I am... so what I'm drunk... I'm drunk because I'm trying to sort myself out. I fucked up... no... I am a fuck up, I screwed up and I'm working my ass off to try and get my grades back up... so I am soooo sorry that I needed a night to just get out of my tree. [/i] She was slurring her words left right and center, swaying though her feet were planted firmly on the wet cobbles. She looked wrecked, like she was somehow wild, feral. Her eyes burned as she continued, "And friends? I'm too messed up to even know who to trust anymore. I got... maybe two people I can consider as my friends... and one of them I haven't pushed away because I need him around, because I love him and I can't tell him. So how do I go to him like this? So he can see just how screwed up I am and he can dump me off like everyone else? No thanks... no way... I ca..." She stopped abruptly, a confused look replacing the ferocious expression on her face. She blinked a few times, taking in a few deep breaths, "Crap..."
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Post by Vivian Nazarova on Nov 14, 2009 11:27:14 GMT 1
Oh sugar honey iced tea. Apparently she’d said something wrong because in the next moment Fin was snarling something at her and had managed to tear herself away. Viv was actually worried. The girl looked like she was going to trip on thin air if no one stopped her but she was too scared to try and help again in case Fin tried to hit her.
Good God. Scared of a drunken teenager. The realisation she was failing horribly at this super strong confident vampire thing made Vivian slump her shoulders defeatedly. Somehow the fact she knew she could theoretically pick Fin up, hold her over her head and sprint off with her wasn’t even helping in the slightest.
Apparently the Hufflepuff was angry. No, angry didn’t sound right. Pissed, moreso. She was yelling something but Vivian could only comprehend half of it through the drunken slurring. The vampire was doing a brilliant impression of a deer in the headlights, standing there stiffly with her mouth open in surprise and eyes wide. She had no idea how she was meant to handle this. None at all. God why did she even leave the Hog at all tonight? Despite all that had happened there ironically it felt safer.
Fin needed help, that much was obvious. A counsellor, or... or... or SOMETHING. Vivian sure as hell wasn’t qualified for—
Thlump.
Oh shit. Fin had just fallen over. If Vivian wasn’t mentally flailing before, she was now. It was only the fact she could still hear the girls heartbeat clearly in her ears that convinced her she wasn’t dead.
Oh God oh my God. Now what? She could always just... Oh, come on!
Slowly and apprehensively Vivian walked over and picked Fin up carefully. Even if she had of had a wand in order to cast ‘Enervate’ to wake her up she wouldn’t have. Fin was actually easier this way. Once she was sure the girl was held properly, Vivian nervously continued the way to the Hog, hoping to heck she wasn’t going to be spotted.
The back door to the Hogs Head was locked, as always. Vivian had no choice but to put Fin down while she searched her jeans for the key to open it. Oh drat. They were always in her front left pocket! Where’d they go?! Viv patted her pets frantically for a moment. Oh right, they’d kept falling out with this pair so she’d stuck them in the back one. Heh, whoops. Got ‘em.
With that little hiccup over, Vivian carried Fin carefully into the empty pub and laid her down on one of the bar tables. Ed would be asleep, so it looked like she’d have to go and fetch him. Hopefully Fin wouldn’t come back to the world while she was upstairs. The girls heart rate had been fluctuating a bit on the journey over and Vivian had been worried that she’d be about to wake up several times.
She ended up jogging up the stairs to where Ed’s room was located and rapped on the door sharply with a hint of panic. “Ed?!” she called, her voice an octave or two higher than normal, trying not to wake everyone up in the building at the same time. “Zhere’s someone downstairs, zhey need help!”
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Post by Finlay Cassandra Mackenzie on Nov 18, 2009 1:38:55 GMT 1
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I'll tell you something,I am a wolf but [/color] I like to wear sheep's clothing............ As with earlier, when Vivian had first found her, Finlay was happily lost in the darkness of her unconsciousness. She had no idea that the vampire had picked her up like she weighed nothing, though in reality, she had lost a lot of weight since her life had revolved around the drinking and drugs. It was what she liked most about the state she got herself into, she had no idea of the panic Vivian had felt when she'd collapsed. It was just peaceful and calm.
However, coming around, that was the complete opposite. It hurt, by God did it hurt. She came to, slowly, a deep frown setting on her features as she realised that she wasn't on the street anymore, not where it went black. Her body felt a bit of a sting from where she'd hit the ground, but that was nothing compared to what her head felt like. She was still drunk, so the alcohol was thankfully numbing most of her senses, but still, it hurt, her head felt like it was being squeezed, like any moment her liquefied brain would come dripping from her ears. Suffice to say, it was not a nice feeling, but still, even worse than that, Fin panicked a little. Where was she? She could handle the pain, she was used to it by now, but where the hell was she? Her eyes blinked a few times, clearing her liquor glazed view as she stared at the ceiling. Okay, it was familiar... but not so much so that she was in Hogwarts. Thank God. Being in school right now would be bad, really really bad.
No, this place was still familiar though, the smell of it at least. She needed a better look. That meant moving though, and that really wasn't a favourable idea to her at the moment. Ah screw it. Rolling onto her side, Fin's hair tumbled over her shoulder, damp and tangled with a few leaves from the floor outside. She rested a moment, leaning on her left forearm as she pushed away the swimming feeling from her head. Oh wow this sucked. All she'd wanted was to get out of her tree... and there was a guy, why couldn't she have stayed conscious enough to get back to his place, that would have got her mind off everything. Letting a deep breath out from her mouth, Fin forced her eyes open, making them focus on her surroundings. A sly smile crossed her lips, Hog's Head. Okay Viv was a good girl. Fin suddenly remembered their previous conversation, or bits of it. Sweet!
Still neither the vampire nor the hunky landlord seemed to be around. That was unfortunate, because Fin was now back in the conscious world and she needed something for the pain. No one in their right mind would give her any of the muggle pain killers, not unless they wanted an ugly trip to the nearest medical facility to get her stomach pumped. Luckily, Fin had her own ideas about killing pain, both physical and mental. Sliding from the table, her feet seemed to have the consistency of jelly. Damn, this was going to make things more difficult. First things first, walk before running... or in her case, stand before walking. With her hand supporting her, gripping to the table, Fin tried to sort out her balance, which gave her chance to check out her soaked jeans and muddied top. Ah well.
Once she was happy in the fact she could do it, Fin crept her way across the bar, not wanting to draw attention to herself or her goal by crashing into some bar stools and waking everyone up! Her hands stayed out, feeling out things to support herself on as she made her way towards the bar. Whoot, she was at the bar, now she had to get behind it. Sliding her way along the wooden bar, she checked around to make sure no one was spying on her before she snuck to where the bottles were. Her eyes brightened like a kid in a candy shop! Grabbing hold of the first thing that looked vaguely like rum, she popped the top and upended it into her mouth, gulping down mouthful after mouthful. Mistake. Her eyes slid shut, relishing the burning taste moving down into her stomach. The darkness, mixed with her upright position, were a bad combination. Fin stopped swigging, her eyes flying open as she tried to focus on something, anything. Too late. She didn't black out, oh no she saw everything fly past her as she hit the floor again with a distinct "Woah!" followed by a cackled laugh when she realised the alcohol was safe... and her bum hurt.
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