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Post by Arden Patricks on Dec 1, 2007 21:34:09 GMT
I really don't know whether to start drinking firewhiskey or just go jump off the tower, I think rather bleakly as I walk into the Hog's Head, deciding that I very much hate all my friends right now for preventing me from doing those things. I really should go back to the castle, seeing as it's rather late and nobody knows where I am, but I just can't bring myself to do it. The only reason I'm entering a building is because it's either that or freeze to death, and I'm very very grateful for the chance to sink into the shadows of this one, keeping my head lowered as I pass the occasional patron, and feeling out of place but not quite so much as I normally would.
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Post by Liam Hadley on Dec 1, 2007 21:38:30 GMT
Liam pushed open the door again as it nearly shut on him after the girl had walked in. He'd seen her walk down from the castle, which meant she was a fellow student.
Fellow student...he never thought he'd think those words again. He never thought he'd say daylight again.
He glanced back outside. No, no daylight anyway, but it didn't much matter.
He shrugged his hood down, making his way to the bar without making eye contact with anyone else and sliding onto a stool, "Firewhisky."
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Post by Arden Patricks on Dec 1, 2007 21:45:20 GMT
I finally slump down as far in the shadows and away from anyone else as I can manage, then commence looking idly around at the others in the room since there's really nothing else to do.
I frown slightly at some guy who came in around the time I did and is now sitting at the bar, something about either his appearance or voice or both tugging annoyingly on my memory.
That's ridiculous, Arden. You can barely see him and his voice is not distinctive and you don't remember very much. You're just... being silly. Crazy even.
And I nod at the voice, sighing slightly and turning away. At least it was intriguing, for a moment.
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Post by Liam Hadley on Dec 1, 2007 21:50:26 GMT
The back of his neck prickled slightly, and he glanced behind him, but saw no one looking his way. He swallowed slightly, nervous in spite of himself, and then just put it down to paranoia.
Shrugging off his jacket completely, he placed it on the stool next to him.
He felt like he'd missed something...something important that he shouldn't have missed...
He did one last sweep of the bar and then his eyes locked on the girl in the corner that had come in just before him. Familiar...sort of...
He waited for it to fall into place, brow furrowing slightly as he looked at her...then with a satisfying bump, the name fell into his mind, Patricks.
He scoured his mind for a first name but drew a blank, so he looked back at the bar where a bottle of firewhisky had just been placed in front of him.
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Post by Arden Patricks on Dec 1, 2007 21:58:31 GMT
It doesn't take long to conclude that staring at a knot in the wood of the wall to my right is an even more pathetic way to spend my time than looking idly at people, so I go back to that. And my attention is drawn once again by the guy up front, though I still can't figure out why.
You're just being silly... jumping to the conclusion that you know perfect strangers just because you've recently learned that whole people were erased from your memory and for all you know it's true that you know perfect strangers and now you're just rambling in your own head....
I frown at the guy anyway, narrowing my eyes and deciding to ignore my thoughts, because anything is better than just staring at the wall, even indulging an overactive imagination.
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Post by Liam Hadley on Dec 3, 2007 19:16:05 GMT
He glanced back at her, catching her frowning at him.
Arching a slender eyebrow, he held up both his hands in a sort of insolent gesture that would accompany the phrase 'What are you looking at?'
The lack of first name to her face, was really starting to irritate him, automatically setting him in a foul mood.
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Post by Arden Patricks on Dec 3, 2007 20:49:30 GMT
Damn! I drop my eyes quickly, cursing myself for staring at him now that he's caught me. But at the same time, he seems even more familiar than before....
I frown slightly. Half an hour ago you didn't care enough about your life to bother getting out of the way if someone yelled 'look out for the rampaging dragon,' and now you're sitting here driving yourself crazy 'cause you're too scared to talk to someone? What could he possibly do?
The voice has a pretty good point, and raise my eyebrows at it, then shrug a bit as I get up and walk over to the other side of the room.
"Do I know you?" I ask bluntly, crossing my arms and frowning at him.
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Post by Liam Hadley on Dec 4, 2007 21:27:10 GMT
"Yes," He replied simply without hesitating, glancing briefly at her, then turning his attention back to his bottle of firewhisky.
He looked at it a moment, then raised it to his lips, but looked back at her before he took a swig, raising an eyebrow, "You gonna stand there?"
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Post by Arden Patricks on Dec 4, 2007 21:29:53 GMT
I go speechless for a moment in mildly victorious surprise when he says that I do in fact know him, then shake my head. "No... um. I mean, yes, I probably will. Um... so... if I know you... what's your name? And how? How do I know you?"
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Post by Liam Hadley on Dec 4, 2007 21:33:23 GMT
"Liam," He replied, then added for good measure, "Hadley."
He paused, then noted, "And your name's Patricks, don't remember the first. One of the pureblood families...associated with each other...all that bollocks."
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Post by Arden Patricks on Dec 4, 2007 21:53:49 GMT
I nod, still frowning slightly and deciding belatedly to sit down on a nearby chair while I rifle through my memories with the name in hand, hoping it will trigger more of a clue of who the hell he is.
"Yeah, Patricks," I say after a moment. "Arden. Guess we didn't know each other all that well then."
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