Rhee let out a yawn, his shoulders slouched and hair messy. His feet scuffled along the path, kicking up dust and pebbles. He hadn't even had the energy yet to tie his hair up or change out of Lilu's clothes. Well, it wasn't like he really cared. He had given up fighting with Lilu over her wardrobe a long time ago, and resigned himself to her long skirts and skinny jeans as comfortably as he could. His own clothes were already inside his satchel, though his sister's clothes took up most of the space. He sighed. How cruel of her, taking over all of their packing, then tiring out his body the night before, then leaving him to drag this heavy sack all the way into the city.
Just you wait, Lilu... I'm going to get back at you for this... As soon as I wake up. he thought to himself. But there was no response from inside his head, so he could only assume she was sleeping. Oh well, she'd wake up sooner or later.
He had actually been very surprised when they received their letters. Usually when people wrote to them, it was addressed to both of them. That was practical, one of them would see it sooner or later, but it was very unusual that both of them had been invited. Well, it was like they could be split up, but if any important government opportunity had rolled their way, he would have assumed it be for Lilu. She was the smart one, after all. What on earth would the council want with a pyrokinetic who couldn't even read? Much less want him on a super secret mission to the outside world.
Almost sleepwalking into the government building and through the halls, Rhee finally was jolted awake when he slipped in the high heels and fell, sprawling out on the floor. Groaning in pain, it seemed that the shock of the impact had awoken his sister as well.
Ow! Watch were you're going, Rhee! Those shoes were expensive! came a rather harsh voice. Rhee grunted in response, shakily standing up.
"Sorry, sis. But are you sure these boots are exactly... Practical?" he asked aloud.
Practical, smactical! A girl has to look her best, especially when something important like this comes up. Where the heck are we, anyways?
Steadying himself, Rhee noted the long, fleeting staircase before them. Taking the map he had drawn from his sister's directions out from his skirt pocket, it looked like they were supposed to go down them.
"Looks like we're almost there. Good thing you drew this map, the signs here are so stupid looking." he told her. She couldn't see or hear the outside world from inside his head. Neither could he when she was in control. They were codependent on each other when they were 'faded out'.
Well I wouldn't have had to draw the map if a certain somebody had stopped being such a twerp in elementary school! Now, hurry up! I don't want to look bad because you can't get anywhere on time! she snapped back at him, forcing his mind back to the task at hand.
Being careful not to fall down the stairs, he soon arrived in front of the plain, metal door, seemingly out of place inside the gleaming and elaborate capitol building. Taking a deep breath, he pushed forwards, opening the door.
He was met by the sight of two rather excited persons hugging and speaking far too quickly for his sleepy ears to catch. Staring in silence for a moment, he then bowed his head in apology.
"Sorry, this must be the wrong room." he said, embarrassed, closing the door and standing outside.
Hey, Rhee, what's going on? Tell me what happened!
"Nothing Lilu, nothing children should be concerned with.
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Hearing his name being called inside the shop, Alex looked over his shoulder, seeing Ella quickly make her way outside. He extinguished the source of his smoke, throwing the butt on the ground.
"'Bout time. Tony was getting on my nerves. I hate that man." he said briefly, pulling out his cellphone to check the time. It was going on eleven now, and while he had no curfew, he didn't want to be randomly stopped on his way home by some well-meaning police officer.
"It's getting late. Want me to call you a cab?" he asked her, as they walked further down the street. The lights were becoming farther and farther in between, and the place had an almost eerie feel to it, being so... empty. Well, actually, it wasn't empty at all. There were plenty of homeless people, sleeping in card board boxes or behind dumpsters. But the cigarettes and drinks had dulled his senses, and so he too was taken by surprise by what happened next.
Passing by another darkened alley way, a man in a gray hoodies stepped out of the shadows, grabbing Ella's arms and pressing a switchblade to her neck.
"Give me your purse, bitch! And you, get down on the ground, now! I swear, I'll kill her!" he threatened, his voice hoarse.
Alex turned around slowly, putting his hands on the back of his head. But while his body language signaled compliance, his expression was one of deep thought.
"Oh, now this won't do. This won't do at all. Normally, I wouldn't care about a simple mugging, but I'm afraid this cannot happen." he said quietly, not moving from where he stood.
"Shut up, and empty your pockets! You want this slut to die?!" the attacker shouted again, sweat rolling down his face.
"I can't have that. She's a classmate. And a dead class mate means police will come to school. Meaning they'll question people. Meaning they'll question me. But no one would really care if a two-bit criminal died, now would they? Don't you agree, Ella?" he asked, smiling coolly. He reached his fingers down to the small of his back, where his pistol was strapped.
"Motherfucker, I said DOWN NO-"
Fwshing!
The gun hardly made a sound. A small pop and a big whoosh, but that was expected of a sub-sonic weapon. Nice and quiet.
The man swayed slightly, before crumpling backwards, dead on the pavement, a small bullet hole between his eyes.
Alex gave a small sigh, taking the bottle out from his pocket.
"Honestly, such a waste of good Jack. But we can't have any of your friends being able to recognize you, now, can we?" he asked the corpse, pouring the liquor onto the dead man's face. Pulling a hair from his own head and his lighter from his pocket, he lit the hair and dropped it onto the man's face, setting it on fire. As the smell of burning flesh and smoke started to rise off the body, Alex put away his gun, giving Ella a sinister smile.
"I can trust you to keep this incident quiet, can't I? After all, it's not like anyone is going to believe you. If I were you, I'd focus on finding that taxi. It's time for little girls to go to bed. Ciao!" he called, turning down the alley, stepping over the burning man as he did so. Well, that had been an interesting evening. He was ready for a good night's sleep.
"'Bout time. Tony was getting on my nerves. I hate that man." he said briefly, pulling out his cellphone to check the time. It was going on eleven now, and while he had no curfew, he didn't want to be randomly stopped on his way home by some well-meaning police officer.
"It's getting late. Want me to call you a cab?" he asked her, as they walked further down the street. The lights were becoming farther and farther in between, and the place had an almost eerie feel to it, being so... empty. Well, actually, it wasn't empty at all. There were plenty of homeless people, sleeping in card board boxes or behind dumpsters. But the cigarettes and drinks had dulled his senses, and so he too was taken by surprise by what happened next.
Passing by another darkened alley way, a man in a gray hoodies stepped out of the shadows, grabbing Ella's arms and pressing a switchblade to her neck.
"Give me your purse, bitch! And you, get down on the ground, now! I swear, I'll kill her!" he threatened, his voice hoarse.
Alex turned around slowly, putting his hands on the back of his head. But while his body language signaled compliance, his expression was one of deep thought.
"Oh, now this won't do. This won't do at all. Normally, I wouldn't care about a simple mugging, but I'm afraid this cannot happen." he said quietly, not moving from where he stood.
"Shut up, and empty your pockets! You want this slut to die?!" the attacker shouted again, sweat rolling down his face.
"I can't have that. She's a classmate. And a dead class mate means police will come to school. Meaning they'll question people. Meaning they'll question me. But no one would really care if a two-bit criminal died, now would they? Don't you agree, Ella?" he asked, smiling coolly. He reached his fingers down to the small of his back, where his pistol was strapped.
"Motherfucker, I said DOWN NO-"
Fwshing!
The gun hardly made a sound. A small pop and a big whoosh, but that was expected of a sub-sonic weapon. Nice and quiet.
The man swayed slightly, before crumpling backwards, dead on the pavement, a small bullet hole between his eyes.
Alex gave a small sigh, taking the bottle out from his pocket.
"Honestly, such a waste of good Jack. But we can't have any of your friends being able to recognize you, now, can we?" he asked the corpse, pouring the liquor onto the dead man's face. Pulling a hair from his own head and his lighter from his pocket, he lit the hair and dropped it onto the man's face, setting it on fire. As the smell of burning flesh and smoke started to rise off the body, Alex put away his gun, giving Ella a sinister smile.
"I can trust you to keep this incident quiet, can't I? After all, it's not like anyone is going to believe you. If I were you, I'd focus on finding that taxi. It's time for little girls to go to bed. Ciao!" he called, turning down the alley, stepping over the burning man as he did so. Well, that had been an interesting evening. He was ready for a good night's sleep.
Alex raised his eyebrows when she said her piece about people who talk too much. Well, she was right in a way, not that she would ever know. People could speculate all they wanted, but if the truth wasn't going to come out, then no one would ever know how dark those secrets really were.
And she reminded him again that he shouldn't keep this on for too long. She was very troublesome. He had already exposed part of his rude side, one that he had kept separate from his school life. Not that she would tell anyone, she seemed to hate everyone. He wondered if she was part Finnish. She did seem to have that feel of "I hate everyone but I want life to be wonderful". He detested that sort of thinking. Either be morbid or be happy, it's a fucking disgrace to just sit on the fence.
Tony returned, standing and washing his dishes with a rag of indiscernible color. He had an ugly sneer on his face.
"Not like you to bring a girl anywhere." he remarked, spitting in the glass before rubbing the spot out. Alex looked at him with a deadpan expression.
"What do you mean? It's not the first time I've brought a date."
"I said a girl, Middleton. Not one of those broads you have one-night stands with. My brother keeps me informed about your trips to his hotel. Says he hasn't seen you recently."
Alex shrugged.
"Girls haven't come to ask me out. Every teenager sleeps around a bit in this day and age. I'd stand out if I didn't. Teenagers also go through dry spells sometimes when they're heartbroken after a messy break up."
"I know what heart break is, Middleton. Never heard of lump-of-coal-break though. You're not shagging this one, are you?"
"No, actually. We just met today."
"Hasn't stopped you before."
"Your interest in my sex life is becoming increasingly disturbing, Tony. Unless you want me to help you lose a couple pounds the hard way, I suggest you back off." Alex snapped, eye twitching in annoyance.
Pushing his money across the counter, he walked to the front entrance, standing outside. Once out, he pulled his pack out, taking a smoke and finishing it in under a minute, using the stub to light a second one. Damn that nosy fat bastard. Who did he think he was? He was a larvae, a fucking maggot compared to him! Something about him just got under his skin, put him in a bad mood. One of these days, that lump of lard would get what he had coming.
And she reminded him again that he shouldn't keep this on for too long. She was very troublesome. He had already exposed part of his rude side, one that he had kept separate from his school life. Not that she would tell anyone, she seemed to hate everyone. He wondered if she was part Finnish. She did seem to have that feel of "I hate everyone but I want life to be wonderful". He detested that sort of thinking. Either be morbid or be happy, it's a fucking disgrace to just sit on the fence.
Tony returned, standing and washing his dishes with a rag of indiscernible color. He had an ugly sneer on his face.
"Not like you to bring a girl anywhere." he remarked, spitting in the glass before rubbing the spot out. Alex looked at him with a deadpan expression.
"What do you mean? It's not the first time I've brought a date."
"I said a girl, Middleton. Not one of those broads you have one-night stands with. My brother keeps me informed about your trips to his hotel. Says he hasn't seen you recently."
Alex shrugged.
"Girls haven't come to ask me out. Every teenager sleeps around a bit in this day and age. I'd stand out if I didn't. Teenagers also go through dry spells sometimes when they're heartbroken after a messy break up."
"I know what heart break is, Middleton. Never heard of lump-of-coal-break though. You're not shagging this one, are you?"
"No, actually. We just met today."
"Hasn't stopped you before."
"Your interest in my sex life is becoming increasingly disturbing, Tony. Unless you want me to help you lose a couple pounds the hard way, I suggest you back off." Alex snapped, eye twitching in annoyance.
Pushing his money across the counter, he walked to the front entrance, standing outside. Once out, he pulled his pack out, taking a smoke and finishing it in under a minute, using the stub to light a second one. Damn that nosy fat bastard. Who did he think he was? He was a larvae, a fucking maggot compared to him! Something about him just got under his skin, put him in a bad mood. One of these days, that lump of lard would get what he had coming.
Alex scoffed, rolling his eyes.
"So have I, doesn't stop me. You're a pretty picky worm, aren't you? Weren't you just going on about how death gives to life or something like that? I don't think worms or dogs really care whether you die of natural causes or a tortuous homicide. Once it's dead, it's just meat, and if you don't eat it, some other worm will." he said mockingly, remembering her long pool-side speech.
Tony was back within ten minutes, sliding them their food on greasy paper plates and giving Alex his bottle before stomping off to shout at some of the patrons for fighting over their game. Alex picked up a salt shaker, dumping a whole lot of it and pepper onto his food.
"Age old trick for hiding taste. You know why europeans were so batshit crazy over spices and salts? To hide the taste of bad meat. It's funny, thousands have died, millions made, empires built, just to hide the fact that someone has a rotten lunch. Because a thousand years of war and trade is easier than inventing a damn ice box." he joked, taking a bite of his food. It was almost dripping with grease, but at least it tasted like something. Actually, it tasted rather good, compared to cafeteria food. For all the shit he gave Tony, he was actually a decent cook. If he just used decent ingredients, maybe he could run a proper diner.
He put the small flask of whiskey, no bigger than a cellphone, into his pants pocket. Nothing enough to get drunk off of, at least to him, but it would relieve some headaches. He'd save it for a rainy day, when things got really irritating. His phone suddenly came alive with a barage of texts, all from different numbers. Sneering, he showed Ella the screen.
"Look. They're all freaking out. Your phone is probably the same. It'll be a quiet day at school, tomorrow. Everyone will be either grounded or hungover. Or both. Probably both. Stupid kids, can't handle their own booze. American beer isn't even strong anyways. Tastes like watered down horse piss. Real beer is supposed to taste like concentrated horse piss." he commented, closing the phone without answering any of them. It was smart to have gotten out of their. Most house parties didn't up like that, but when they did, it was unpleasant for everyone involved.
"So have I, doesn't stop me. You're a pretty picky worm, aren't you? Weren't you just going on about how death gives to life or something like that? I don't think worms or dogs really care whether you die of natural causes or a tortuous homicide. Once it's dead, it's just meat, and if you don't eat it, some other worm will." he said mockingly, remembering her long pool-side speech.
Tony was back within ten minutes, sliding them their food on greasy paper plates and giving Alex his bottle before stomping off to shout at some of the patrons for fighting over their game. Alex picked up a salt shaker, dumping a whole lot of it and pepper onto his food.
"Age old trick for hiding taste. You know why europeans were so batshit crazy over spices and salts? To hide the taste of bad meat. It's funny, thousands have died, millions made, empires built, just to hide the fact that someone has a rotten lunch. Because a thousand years of war and trade is easier than inventing a damn ice box." he joked, taking a bite of his food. It was almost dripping with grease, but at least it tasted like something. Actually, it tasted rather good, compared to cafeteria food. For all the shit he gave Tony, he was actually a decent cook. If he just used decent ingredients, maybe he could run a proper diner.
He put the small flask of whiskey, no bigger than a cellphone, into his pants pocket. Nothing enough to get drunk off of, at least to him, but it would relieve some headaches. He'd save it for a rainy day, when things got really irritating. His phone suddenly came alive with a barage of texts, all from different numbers. Sneering, he showed Ella the screen.
"Look. They're all freaking out. Your phone is probably the same. It'll be a quiet day at school, tomorrow. Everyone will be either grounded or hungover. Or both. Probably both. Stupid kids, can't handle their own booze. American beer isn't even strong anyways. Tastes like watered down horse piss. Real beer is supposed to taste like concentrated horse piss." he commented, closing the phone without answering any of them. It was smart to have gotten out of their. Most house parties didn't up like that, but when they did, it was unpleasant for everyone involved.
Grinning at her rebuttal and acceptance of his offer, he pulled his long sleeves down further, finding how Ella fidgeted with her hands rather amusing. Like she couldn't get them warm without becoming terribly awkward.
"Hah, I guess this serves us right, not bringing coats or anything. Let's speed walk, I remember an arcade I went to once not far from here, once we get out of the residential area. An acquaintance of mine works there. Hyper arse. By the way, are you insinuating that all lesbians go to prison? Or just that all the girls in prison are lesbians? It's important that I know, my cousin is a lady-lover and I want to know if I'm in any danger." he mused, turning around the block as a police car drove by, sirens blaring.
That was lie, of course. His older cousin had already married her boyfriend of 5 years, and the other one was only four. And those were the only two women he had in his family, aside from his mother and aunt. But it wasn't like this girl knew, or even cared, about his family, and there was very little chance that she would inquire about it later. He could spin all the lies he wanted, as long as he was discreet about it. It wasn't like anyone at that school was going to find out that Alex Middleton didn't really exist, and neither did his family.
What he had described as an arcade really wasn't what one might have expected. Instead of a bunch of ping pong games and a kiddy bar, it was a dark one-room building, with several couches forming booths facing individual TV screens, equipped with different video games. Towards the back there was a bar and small dining area, dull and flickering lamps providing enough light to see what you were eating, without disturbing the guests in the darkness. Walking past the blaring sounds of gun shots and skulls smashing, all digital of course, Alex pulled up a stool at the bar, waving at the somewhat obese and heavily tattooed bartender.
"Hey, Tony. I see you've taken down the restaurant grade you were given. What was it this time, a C?" he asked snakily. The man Tony only scowled, his flabby facial skin folding in on itself, giving him the appearance of a irritated bulldog.
"Either order something or fuck off, Middleton. I'm not dealing with your shit tonight."
Alex merely shrugged.
"Suit yourself. Two chicken and fries, no sauce. And a bottle of Jack." he said, not even bothering to pick up the menu. Tony opened one beady eye at him, putting his elbow on the counter and leaning in his face.
"Got any ID?" he asked him gruffly.
"Do you care?" Alex countered.
The two stared at each other for a half minute, before the older man got up, grumbling as he wrote down the order and disappeared into the kitchen. Alex perked his eyebrows, looking over at Ella.
"Swell guy, don't you think? Probably wants to rip my head off. Hope you like chicken tenders, it's probably the least toxic thing in this place. Well, probably won't give you any more salmonella than cafeteria food does." he said, explaining briefly why he didn't even ask her preference. Not that he thought she'd care. She didn't strike him as a vegan hippy, and if she was, there were always the potatoes. They probably hadn't been murdered inhumanely... Probably.
"Hah, I guess this serves us right, not bringing coats or anything. Let's speed walk, I remember an arcade I went to once not far from here, once we get out of the residential area. An acquaintance of mine works there. Hyper arse. By the way, are you insinuating that all lesbians go to prison? Or just that all the girls in prison are lesbians? It's important that I know, my cousin is a lady-lover and I want to know if I'm in any danger." he mused, turning around the block as a police car drove by, sirens blaring.
That was lie, of course. His older cousin had already married her boyfriend of 5 years, and the other one was only four. And those were the only two women he had in his family, aside from his mother and aunt. But it wasn't like this girl knew, or even cared, about his family, and there was very little chance that she would inquire about it later. He could spin all the lies he wanted, as long as he was discreet about it. It wasn't like anyone at that school was going to find out that Alex Middleton didn't really exist, and neither did his family.
What he had described as an arcade really wasn't what one might have expected. Instead of a bunch of ping pong games and a kiddy bar, it was a dark one-room building, with several couches forming booths facing individual TV screens, equipped with different video games. Towards the back there was a bar and small dining area, dull and flickering lamps providing enough light to see what you were eating, without disturbing the guests in the darkness. Walking past the blaring sounds of gun shots and skulls smashing, all digital of course, Alex pulled up a stool at the bar, waving at the somewhat obese and heavily tattooed bartender.
"Hey, Tony. I see you've taken down the restaurant grade you were given. What was it this time, a C?" he asked snakily. The man Tony only scowled, his flabby facial skin folding in on itself, giving him the appearance of a irritated bulldog.
"Either order something or fuck off, Middleton. I'm not dealing with your shit tonight."
Alex merely shrugged.
"Suit yourself. Two chicken and fries, no sauce. And a bottle of Jack." he said, not even bothering to pick up the menu. Tony opened one beady eye at him, putting his elbow on the counter and leaning in his face.
"Got any ID?" he asked him gruffly.
"Do you care?" Alex countered.
The two stared at each other for a half minute, before the older man got up, grumbling as he wrote down the order and disappeared into the kitchen. Alex perked his eyebrows, looking over at Ella.
"Swell guy, don't you think? Probably wants to rip my head off. Hope you like chicken tenders, it's probably the least toxic thing in this place. Well, probably won't give you any more salmonella than cafeteria food does." he said, explaining briefly why he didn't even ask her preference. Not that he thought she'd care. She didn't strike him as a vegan hippy, and if she was, there were always the potatoes. They probably hadn't been murdered inhumanely... Probably.
I recommend Gamma, Beta, and Alpha blades for the energy swords! Like, Alpha blades would be the weakest and basically only cut through paper, beta could cut through wood, and gamma could penetrate up to 4 inches of lead. Just like the types of radiation!
Sorry, I meant inches, not centimeters.
Sorry, I meant inches, not centimeters.
Rather than look annoyed, Alex looked bemused. He hadn't heard people talk like that since the 70's. He couldn't help but chuckle, shaking his head.
"... Your mom must have been a major beatnik. Anyways, I really don't wanna be caught when the cops get here, so maybe we should make like the trees and leave?" he suggested.
The sound of crashing was beginning to get drowned out by the music, which was being turned ever louder. Now it was so loud that the water in the pool was trembling. Alex had to cover his ears just to stop them from hurting. Tapping the girl on the shoulder to get her attention, he motioned that they should get away from the house, pointing to the front lawn. Once they were far enough away so that they could hear one another, he shook his head, laughing.
"Crazy kids."
"I'm Alex, by the way. It's kinda funny. My first impression of you, when you plowed into me in the cafeteria, was that you were... A shallow, stupid, tanned bimbo. I guess now you're just a weird, stupid, tanned bimbo now." he said, poking fun at her to grab her attention. She seemed rather spaced out, staring at the pool and the stars. Maybe that was just because she was a hippy. He did get that sort of feel from her, from the long spiel about the worms.
"Anyways, what do you say that while they all the cops are busy, we go cause some trouble? Throw rocks at seagulls or put gum into pay phones, truly heinous things. Or find a convenience store, maybe it's just second hand pot but I'm getting hungry. You coming?" he asked, looking at her for an answer.
"... Your mom must have been a major beatnik. Anyways, I really don't wanna be caught when the cops get here, so maybe we should make like the trees and leave?" he suggested.
The sound of crashing was beginning to get drowned out by the music, which was being turned ever louder. Now it was so loud that the water in the pool was trembling. Alex had to cover his ears just to stop them from hurting. Tapping the girl on the shoulder to get her attention, he motioned that they should get away from the house, pointing to the front lawn. Once they were far enough away so that they could hear one another, he shook his head, laughing.
"Crazy kids."
"I'm Alex, by the way. It's kinda funny. My first impression of you, when you plowed into me in the cafeteria, was that you were... A shallow, stupid, tanned bimbo. I guess now you're just a weird, stupid, tanned bimbo now." he said, poking fun at her to grab her attention. She seemed rather spaced out, staring at the pool and the stars. Maybe that was just because she was a hippy. He did get that sort of feel from her, from the long spiel about the worms.
"Anyways, what do you say that while they all the cops are busy, we go cause some trouble? Throw rocks at seagulls or put gum into pay phones, truly heinous things. Or find a convenience store, maybe it's just second hand pot but I'm getting hungry. You coming?" he asked, looking at her for an answer.
Alex couldn't help but suppress a scoff when the girl remarked that nothing ever happened. Taking another sip of his drink, he shook his head.
"I disagree. I think there's too much going on in the world. Way too much. Too many things being built, too many technologies being developed, too many babies being born, too many people dying, too many games, too many wars, too much stealing and surveillance and writing and talking and driving and flying and singing and dancing and loving and hating... It's like the emptiness is being polluted by things and events and people. And while I don't think that's a bad thing, it does get pretty pissy once in a while." He said honestly.
"Then death... I hate it. Not death itself, the idea people have about it. The stupid romanticism about it. People try and make it pretty, something that is their friend, a place in Heaven or Hell or rebirth or just nothingness. But the truth is, death is none of those things. Death is when everything you are, what you were, what's you'll ever be, it's gone. Poof. Bye bye. That's it. You had your run, and now you get nothing. And then you rot. People don't seem to understand that when you die, you rot. You rot, you stink, you become worm food. Or ashes. Or diamonds. I hear they can do that nowadays." he mused, downing the rest of his drink before dropping it in the pool. The ice cubes floated, the glass sank.
Standing up and lighting another cigarette, he put his hands in his pockets, looking up at the sky.
"... Where I used to live, you could actually see them. Not like this, with all the light pollution. Probably the only nice thing about that place. But it doesn't exist anymore, so I don't care."
A third crash came, this one louder and closer. He could hear the chantings growing louder and louder for them to fight, along with the breaking of several bottles. He winced. That poor scotch...
Letting out a sigh, he flicked the butt of his cigarette away, giving the girl a sideways glance.
"Well, I'm out of here. I want to be gone before the cops come. I'd suggest you take the bus. It doesn't seem like anyone is going to be driving home tonight."
"I disagree. I think there's too much going on in the world. Way too much. Too many things being built, too many technologies being developed, too many babies being born, too many people dying, too many games, too many wars, too much stealing and surveillance and writing and talking and driving and flying and singing and dancing and loving and hating... It's like the emptiness is being polluted by things and events and people. And while I don't think that's a bad thing, it does get pretty pissy once in a while." He said honestly.
"Then death... I hate it. Not death itself, the idea people have about it. The stupid romanticism about it. People try and make it pretty, something that is their friend, a place in Heaven or Hell or rebirth or just nothingness. But the truth is, death is none of those things. Death is when everything you are, what you were, what's you'll ever be, it's gone. Poof. Bye bye. That's it. You had your run, and now you get nothing. And then you rot. People don't seem to understand that when you die, you rot. You rot, you stink, you become worm food. Or ashes. Or diamonds. I hear they can do that nowadays." he mused, downing the rest of his drink before dropping it in the pool. The ice cubes floated, the glass sank.
Standing up and lighting another cigarette, he put his hands in his pockets, looking up at the sky.
"... Where I used to live, you could actually see them. Not like this, with all the light pollution. Probably the only nice thing about that place. But it doesn't exist anymore, so I don't care."
A third crash came, this one louder and closer. He could hear the chantings growing louder and louder for them to fight, along with the breaking of several bottles. He winced. That poor scotch...
Letting out a sigh, he flicked the butt of his cigarette away, giving the girl a sideways glance.
"Well, I'm out of here. I want to be gone before the cops come. I'd suggest you take the bus. It doesn't seem like anyone is going to be driving home tonight."
Alex was actually rather startled that she talked to him, looking over at her without showing his surprise. Well, she looked sober. It did make him a bit suspicious, though, that someone who he had only just met that day turned up at the same wild party, sober of all things. It was probably nothing, just chance. In any event, he supposed the only way to make certain she wasn't being used was to get more information.
"Not interested in the party either, huh? Think the music's loud enough?" he remarked, stowing away his cold face, smiling instead. Glancing back at how smoky the windows had become, he raised his eyebrows in bemusement.
"I can see the headlines. "Twelve dead, 30 injured in massive pot fire, more details on page 19". At least maybe when they rebuild they can get an architect who isn't half-blind." he commented dryly.
He then remembered how he probably looked. He was also smoking and drinking. Shrugging it off, he gave a small chuckle.
"Don't worry, this one is normal. I'm probably more of a legitimate addict than all those morons looking for a high. Well, the worst it can do is kill me, and that's not even that bad." he said, taking another long breath of it, holding blowing the smoke out through his mouth.
He heard a loud crash come from inside the house, followed by a large cheer. He let out a scoff.
"Sure hope that had that insured." he muttered under his breath. Was this the way people had behaved years before? He remembered his older cousin's Bar Mitzvah, when he was much younger, but he didn't remember anyone screaming, hooting, and stripping. Most of the people getting drunk were the lonely old uncles who slept it off later. Perhaps he was just too young to remember how people were back then.
"Not interested in the party either, huh? Think the music's loud enough?" he remarked, stowing away his cold face, smiling instead. Glancing back at how smoky the windows had become, he raised his eyebrows in bemusement.
"I can see the headlines. "Twelve dead, 30 injured in massive pot fire, more details on page 19". At least maybe when they rebuild they can get an architect who isn't half-blind." he commented dryly.
He then remembered how he probably looked. He was also smoking and drinking. Shrugging it off, he gave a small chuckle.
"Don't worry, this one is normal. I'm probably more of a legitimate addict than all those morons looking for a high. Well, the worst it can do is kill me, and that's not even that bad." he said, taking another long breath of it, holding blowing the smoke out through his mouth.
He heard a loud crash come from inside the house, followed by a large cheer. He let out a scoff.
"Sure hope that had that insured." he muttered under his breath. Was this the way people had behaved years before? He remembered his older cousin's Bar Mitzvah, when he was much younger, but he didn't remember anyone screaming, hooting, and stripping. Most of the people getting drunk were the lonely old uncles who slept it off later. Perhaps he was just too young to remember how people were back then.
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