[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=556B2F]Thalken Talink[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][hr][center][b][color=556B2F]Location:[/color][/b] Russian Imperial Circus Tent City (Regent's Park) - Main Tent
[b][color=556B2F]Skills:[/color][/b] None, [I]clearly[/I].
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	Thalken slowly attempted to push himself up off the ground, the cloth weighing heavily on his uncoordinated form. He awkwardly shimmied himself back onto his haunches, having to focus harder on that simple movement than would normally be deemed necessary. In his current stupor, he didn't have the strength or coordination to keep himself balanced in a crouched position, so he ended up falling back down on his ass. It rattled his head in the process, making him feel a tad sick to his stomach as the world spun and morphed around him. Well, at least he was sitting now. It was the best he could manage at the moment what with this annoying cloth overhead, oh yeah, and the alcohol coursing through his system. He had almost forgotten about that. 

	He attempted to use his sleeve to wipe off the sand that was still stuck to the side of his face, but he ended up looking more like he was dabbing. Hey, maybe he invented that dance. Anything's possible. Wait, where was he again? His features scrunched up for a moment as he tried to sift through the fogginess in his head to recall the answer. Oh yeah, he was under some kind of cloth. He reached up and touched the hefty cloth above his head, seemingly testing its consistency. Yup, fabric. 

	His blurry eyed gaze then tried to take in what he could of his dim surroundings. If it weren't for the holes that were cut into the fabric by Vladimir and Constantin which more readily allowed light in, he would have seriously thought he had gone blind. Talk about a downer that would be. Yet, he felt anything but down right then. No, he had perhaps never felt more live. Well, maybe expect for the night before when he had chopped off that ryne's head, but that was currently far from his mind right now. Instead, a feeling of euphoria coursed through his veins as a result of the alcohol. And then something miraculous happened. Well, miraculous on Thalken standards. A lopsided grin came to his features, and he started laughing hysterically. If Thalcona had been there, she would have thought he had downright lost his mind. And maybe he had, but that was beside the point. The point was that being a total clutz was one thing, but [i]Thalken[/i] of all people [I]smiling [b]and[/b] laughing[/i] as if he actually enjoyed being alive? Mind. Blown. 

	The laughter shook his body, and his head bobbed to a foreign beat. All of this was an entirely freeing experience. In this moment, he was finally free from the burdens that had always plagued him. The sins of his family. More importantly, his own sins. The lives he had destroyed. The blood he had shed. The screams of his victims that haunted him. It all felt like a lifetime ago just then. He had never felt so free, and yet had he been in his right mind, he would have said that he did not ever want to forget the pain, the regrets, and the guilt, as it only drove him to become better. But right then, he would laugh. He would dance. He would live.