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Elysium chuckled in amusement, ‘[color=5a6a85]I bet there will be more than a few hangovers,[/color]’ he chuckled a little more. He didn’t know how much he’d drink or not — he could end up waking up with a slight hangover, but he didn’t plan on getting hammered unless something went wildly different from his already self-established plans for the night. 

‘[color=5a6a85]And I have no predictions to be honest. I barely know anyone,[/color]’ he spoke simply while looking around. ‘[color=5a6a85]And what do you mean they’ll see to us being sore and sorry?[/color]’ he was confused on what she meant. That didn’t make sense to him since he had no context. 

Though he was at the bar now with Evelyn and he glanced to check if Wes was there. ‘[color=5a6a85]Is something happening tomorrow?[/color]’ Or was she talking about the gods? Were the gods going to be upset that they were having a party? He didn’t think they’d be so stuck up but he didn’t find himself that surprised either at the thoughts — Hestia seemed to focus on explaining this place was for training and stuff. Training for what though? That was what puzzled him and she never answered with anything that made him know the answer. Always vague. 

He wondered if other gods explained that to their children or not. He didn’t feel like he got much of an explanation at all. That was when he reached over for a drink at the bar, just a draft beer. Elysium took a sip before putting it on a coaster. 
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[center][b]Interaction[/b] Evelyn [@xNocturnax] & Wes [@Mjolnir][/center]
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Approaching the large group with caution, she looked around with nervousness, and somewhat of wonder. She wasn’t sure what she was coming into but everyone seemed so dressed up — it had to be a party. It must be a party that she was late for. She had no idea who to approach but she decided to slowly interject herself into the party and smile at everyone she passed, which was quite a few people. [color=a8a1cd][i]Does anyone look like they know a thing or two?[/i][/color] she was scanning faces as she nervously looked around. What did she even need anyone for? She honestly had no idea. Maybe to just talk? It had been a long walk especially without her brother annoying and irritating her for that last twenty minutes. 

It was the fight between actually approaching people and knowing that she’d most likely interrupt an interaction. Everyone seemed to be making groups or naturally in them. She walked up to the drink area and grabbed a bottle of water, cracked it open, and took a sip. Water tasted so good. She just needed to settle down, get her mind on the right track, and focus. However, that was hard when you walked into the middle of a party you don’t necessarily know if you were invited to or not. 

Taking a few more sips of water, she looked around, and noticed no one that was familiar. Dammit, she wished she had her brother. He was the more social one out of them and if she wanted a question asked, he'd ask it for her if she couldn't, and right now... she couldn't. She didn't know why she couldn't but she was finding it very hard to muster up the courage and ask people questions. Amorey did not want to be a bother or make anyone stop enjoying the party to help her, but she wondered if she had a place to stay, if Morne had a place to stay, and everything else. 
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The phone game was slowly starting to slip and unfocus in his mind — he blinked a few times while his mind began to ache. Closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply, and held it for a few seconds. [color=8A9A5B][i]You don’t need to think about anything,[/i][/color] Anatoliy was trying to keep  his mind calm and not filled with thoughts that would stab him like sewing pins. Pricks. That caused the skin to warm uncomfortably. A hand came through his hair as he opened his eyes to a black phone screen. 

He tapped it a few times to turn it back on before putting the code in mindlessly like he had done hundreds of times before. His game was still on but it was blurring. [color=8A9A5B][i]Why did you say those things to her?[/i][/color] that slithering voice asked in his head. That voice of regret, guiltiness, and negativity. Putting his phone down on the bed and bringing both of his hands up to his face. He rubbed his face a bit before brushing his fingers through his hair in an overly stressed out way. 

Instead of getting any words out, he just groaned in distress, and began to get off the bed. Looking around for his backpack, he found it, and he began searching through the items to find something. There were plenty of items in the backpack and barely anything at all — then he lifted out a pill bottle. It didn’t have his name on it. Someone else's. The noiseless lift caused him to crouch down and tap the orange transparent bottle on his head, ‘[color=8A9A5B]You fucking idiot. You did not pack anything, did you?[/color]’ he whined out those words while he tossed that bottle somewhere in his cabin while taking everything out of the backpack — making a disorganized mess. 

Nothing. He had [i]absolutely[/i] nothing on him. There wasn’t even one gram of anything to smoke. ‘[color=8A9A5B]You are a fucking idiot,[/color]’ he groaned in disbelief while leaning his head back and rubbing his hands through his hair. He kept trying to calm himself down — his dad used to play with his hair and rub his scalp when he needed to calm down. However, he didn’t have anyone to do that for years, so he had a horrible habit of doing it himself without it really ever helping. 

His hands began to shake. His body was slightly trembling — he wasn’t sure if it was because of the situation or how he was hating himself for not bringing anything to help. That was when he stood up and began to pace. ‘[color=8A9A5B]What am I supposed to do?[/color]’ he whispered while bringing a knuckle up to his lips and gently chewing on it. This didn’t help his mind run and race because he could feel how his heart spiked from the disappointment of having nothing in his backpack to help calm him down. He knew everything after would hurt. It always hurts. No matter if he allowed it or not, but he didn’t want to allow it. 

‘[color=8A9A5B]Think of things that make you happy and good memories and things,[/color]’ he whispered to himself. ‘[color=8A9A5B]Remember when you made a friend in fifth grade before you moved away three months later? He was great. It sucked that his parents wouldn’t even let him send letters or call, but we were in fifth grade,[/color]’ he spoke to himself as he paced while trying to focus and organize his thoughts. 

Closing his eyes again, his breathing began to become sharp and exaggerated when he could feel how all his nerves began to feel like parasites under his skin. Moving. Having a mind of their own. Parts of his flesh began to tighten while others expanded. Hot and cold flashes. This causes his hands to come together, he starts fiddling with his fingers, and scratching at his knuckles and the back of his hand. ‘[color=8A9A5B]Do you remember that stray dog that always came around? At your first apartment. You named him Jukebox because he liked it when your phone was playing. He was a great dog,[/color]’ he kept talking to himself trying to get him to focus off his thoughts. 

That’s when he felt a few joints crack and break while they echoed out. Covering his mouth, he whined heavily, and tears started streaming from his eyes. Closing them hard and clenching his jaw, he was trying to process through all the emotions he was feeling — pain, heat, nausea, and more complex ones he wouldn’t even be able to explain properly. ‘[color=8A9A5B]Клянусь, с каждым разом это все больнее![/color]’ 

[i]I swear it fucking hurts more each and every time.[/i] 

Anatoliy went to the side of the bed and fell to his knees and kept his face in the covers, so his screams, cries, and whatever else painful noises came out of him would be muffled. ‘[color=8A9A5B]You like Bieberstein's crocus and you love homemade chai tea and you enjoy walks in the woods. Long walks in the woods. You could take a long walk and enjoy the new scenery. You can do that with Ip. Ip would love to spend time with you and you can adventure around with Ip as something like a rabbit. Ip liked you when you were a rabbit, you were less intimidating,[/color]’ he continued to quickly speak to himself about things that he felt like would calm him down — it was working for the most part and the fingers that started to break went back to normal. 

‘[color=8A9A5B]Ip,[/color]’ he whispered in a shaky voice. ‘[color=8A9A5B]D-do you want to go for a walk?[/color]’ Anatoliy asked in almost a pleaing way. 
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