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Post by Zeniro on Jul 31, 2007 2:54:33 GMT 1
The waves lapped calmly against the beach, the tide rolling backward and forth as the waves broke against the shore. The night had taken hold and it was a warm one. The San Fransisco night sky was a rich mixture of dark purple and a deep inky blue, dotted sporadically across this canvas were the stars.
Zeniro's eyes fell from the sky and looked back to the beach, a bitter taste filled his mouth as he swallowed back the firey liquid. He had with him a paper bag. In this paper bag were two rather large bottles of cheap whisky, the large Maori was about half way through his first and he was still waiting for its numbing effects. Blinking slowly he settled his dark gaze on the ocean, Images ran through his mind of simply wading into that great expanse and never walking out again. Sniffing sharply through his nose Zeniro could smell the alcohol staining his breath. Grimacing inwardly at this he took yet another mouthful of the petrol-esq liquid.
To his left sat the bottle of pills. Pills that the quacks told him would help him...Zeniro smiled sickly at the thought. Inside he knew he was one fucked up individual, but he could not stop, nor could he change who he was. Countless hours of torment in psych wards and holding cells and there had been no change in Zeniro. Hundreds of experimental drugs had failed, the batch that sat next to him now were some new batch. Something to keep him calm. There was some writing on the bottle, the only words in bold were Do not take with alcohol. Zeniro popped the cap open and dropped two of the tablets into his palm. Tipping his head back he dropped them into his mouth and followed them with another hit of the cheap whisky.
Taking a deep breath he looked out toward the ocean again. These pills would probably fail like the rest. These days Zeniro hardly cared anymore. There were no pills that made you human, there were no pills that could save him. He was, what he had always been labeled..."A lost cause." These words echoed constantly in his mind. He knew as everyone else seemed to know, there was no hope for him. Finally he felt the first bottle start to hit him. That numbing feeling...for now the torment would leave him. Looking at bottle he saw he had a quarter left. Fortunately tonight he had brought two bottles and a whole bottle of pills.
Despite the thoughts that ran through his mind Zeniro knew one thing. However much he wanted to kill himself, he would not be able too. Instead he would sit here and drink himself into oblivion...tonight he would punish himself, instead of venting his frustrations on another human being.
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Post by insomnis on Jul 31, 2007 13:49:06 GMT 1
A Small shadowy figure started to approach him from out the darkness. As the figure got closer zeniro could see that it was a young girl. "Shall I sing you a lullaby monsieur ?" She said softly. "You wish for mercy for your tormented soul, do you not?" She chuckled light -heartedly, as she skipped about him. She was slightly intoxicated because she had consumed several cocktails merely minutes before and had decided to take a quite stroll on the beach.
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Post by Zeniro on Jul 31, 2007 14:01:34 GMT 1
Zeniro's dark predatory gaze snapped from the ocean as he heard the gentle footfalls upon the sand. His drink had dulled his senses somewhat now, and it wasn't until they had gotten within feet of him that he had been able to hear them. Gripping the whiskey tightly in his right hand he cursed at the liquid for softening him. At first Zeniro could only make out a slender form shrouded in the darkness, then as she came closer he could make out that it was a female, possibly a high school student like himself, but one he had not seen before. It made sense, usually people did not approach him. Only a stranger or someone extremely brave would ever come this close to him.
'Shall I sing you a lullaby monsieur....You wish for mercy for your tormented soul, do you not?'
Zeniro heard the words spoken, but initially he gave no reaction. The bottle in his hand was close to empty and so he finished it off before he even considered replying. His first drink now empty he tossed the bottle to one side while the female seemed to dance around him. In silence the Maori watched them, much like a spider would watch a fly as it struggled about its web. Fortunately the drink had effected Zeniro, as had his medication. Like the young woman he was intoxicated, but it was quite apparent that the large male was much further down the line that she was.
"Stranger....I wish only for peace..."
Zeniro's words were distant, his tone of voice lacked the animosity that it held when he was sober. His eyes drifted from the skipping figure and fell to his second bottle of whiskey and the bottle of pills that rest at its side.
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Post by insomnis on Jul 31, 2007 14:17:25 GMT 1
" Nonsense", she said with a child like undertone," Her blond hair cascading about the curve of her back like an unruly waterfall. "Drinking with the company of another is quite enjoyable. You shouldn't look so sad." She chuckled again. "Just look at the Majesty of the ocean. It's actually rather beautiful if you take the time to relish it's profound mastery." The wind blew her white, knee length dress about her. She struggled to keep it from revealing more than she intended to. "Hi they call me Insomnis" She said, her face flushed pink with embarrassment."
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Post by Zeniro on Jul 31, 2007 14:30:08 GMT 1
At this point Zeniro's mind delved inward, he could threaten violence? He knew this would not work...If the woman called his bluff he knew he was in no shape to stand, let alone fight. Instead he allowed a rare thing, he would simply let the young woman talk. Perhaps they would help take his mind off the thoughts that had been plaguing him these last few sleepless nights. If it came to it, she might annoy him to the point that he began to fantasize killing her, this was much better than having fantacies of taking your own life.
"My experience in life tells me, doing anything with others is a far from enjoyable. Unless of course it involves pounding their skull in."
Zeniro spoke these words frankly and honesty, he had no need and he saw no need to sugar coat his words. Despite being drunk, he was still the sociopathic anti-social that most of the students as well as the faculty in the school feared due to frequent violent outburts. Zeniro at this point of time was simply too intoxicated to care.
Turning his attention to the young woman he felt the wind pick up, causing her white dress to blow waywardly in the wind. It was during this moment that the young woman chose to introduce herself by name. As surreal as this felt for Zeniro he found himself nodding slowly...as if accepting that he would be forced into discourse.
"Insomnis...a requirement for keeping my company at this moment is that you must drink as heavily as I am."
After these words were spoken he tosses the fresh bottle of whiskey into the sand at her feet. She would have to crouch to pick it up, Zeniro hoped that she might even sit. Watching her move around, and even having to look up at her brought a feeling over him that came close to nausea. The drink was starting to have a massive impact on him.
"I am Zeniro..."
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Post by insomnis on Jul 31, 2007 14:54:45 GMT 1
" We French love to drink. Your offer is acceptable Monsieur Zeniro." She smiled mischievous at him as she knelt down to pick up the bottle and proceeded to sit herself down next to him in the sand. She tucked her dress underneath her. " So, do you come here often?" She said meaning it to be more of a silly cliche remark then an actual question.
Then she lifted the bottle and pressed it to her lips, and tilted it allowing the intoxicating liquid to pass through her parted lips. She winced slightly as the liquid burned her throat. She continued to indulge in it's intoxicating effects finally stopping when it was only half full.
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Post by Zeniro on Jul 31, 2007 15:07:59 GMT 1
Zeniro was almost glad when she accepted the offer and chose to sit down. There was a period of silent contemplation from Zeniro. He thought he might be highly umcomfertable in the situation. Oddly enough he wasn't, perhaps it was the copius amounts of alcohol mixed with his medication...perhaps even the company. After all Zeniro had accepted Stern as a friend, their was no reason why he would be unable to speak to someone else with at least a hint of normality.
As the young woman drank Zeniro noticed that she had taken his words quite literally and she was in fact drinking just as heavily as he was. Watching the liquid slowly flow from the bottle into her mouth Zeniro found himself wandering. Did she drink for pleasure, or did she drink to forget. Zeniro was the latter of the two, their were few things he did for pleasure these days. In fact the only pleasure he found these days was in pain. The inflicting of it and the receiving. Stirring himself from these thoughts he took her playful question quite literally. After all Zeniro was unused to such social interaction and due to his state of mind he was unable to pick up any subtle hints.
"I come here whenever my mood dictates. Recently It's almost daily. Usually my only company is the cheap drink."
Zeniro paused, his mind wandering away from his past nights at the beach. He didn't really care to remember those lonesome nights where he drank alone and then trapsed back to his dorm room...often to continue his downward spiral. Only to wake 2 hours later to drag himself to Hircine. The moment he thought of Hircine, Zeniro thought back to the young womans age...this prompted him to speak again.
"And you...how long have you been in this wonderful city?"
The last two words Zeniro spoke were clearly laced with Irony, almost to the point of showing distaste for the place that he saw his prison. When in fact it was not the city that he hated, but the school that was housed within the confines of the city.
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Post by insomnis on Jul 31, 2007 15:51:18 GMT 1
She lowered the bottle and let it rest on her legs holding it gently in place with her seemingly delicate hands. "I just recently arrived. " She said almost whispering, as she gazed out at the ocean. Her stare was deep and piecing. She clutched the bottle tighter and tighter until her finger tips bled. "A day ago perhaps a day and a half at most." Her tone was calm and without emotion. She shook her head rapidly then returned her gaze to the ocean. She began loosened her grip on the bottle and placed the bottle on the other side of her nested in the sand, hoping she didn't appear a bit too peculiar to her new acquittance.
"I really don't know anyone here, but it seems like an an OK place to live." She said as she stretched her arms above her head and then leaned back an her arms. She looked up at Zeniro locking eyes with him in a glazed stare.
"Who do you live here with? She asked him. Her tone was cheerful. She was curious about her new melancholy acquaintance. Her eyes were locked with his as she awaited a reply.
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Post by Zeniro on Jul 31, 2007 16:07:38 GMT 1
Initially Zeniro watched the ocean while Insomnis spoke. Despite his dull senses at the moment he could still tell when something had affected someone. Usually because he was the one who had been the cause of the effect, however this time it seemed that it was the young womans thoughts that had caused the slight change in her. Zeniro's eyes saw the muscles on her forearm tighten, in turn this meant her grip was strengthening on the bottle. His dark gaze slowly travelled to the now bleeding finger tips. His own sharp varnished black nails were tempted to pluck the bottle from her grasp to stop her doing herself harm. However he let it be as her tone suddenly changed and his eyes rose to her face.
Zeniro was surprised that he was the first person she would choose to speak too. Often when you're knew to a place Zeniro would be the stereotypical person to avoid. Heavily tattooed and dressed in an attire that was less than welcoming he often put people off. He was slightly intrigued that this young woman would approach him. Especially when she was in an unfamiliar environment. As Insomnis's tone became lighter he noticed her eyes were locked on his face. Oddly enough this sent a chill through him, a chill that resembled fear. He swallowed dryly as he maintained eye contact. His dark gaze locked with her own. Usually he only made eye contact to intimidate, however his gaze held no such purpose...in fact it was almost empty as he looked into her eyes.
"I live alone...in the Hircine dorms."
Zeniro cut himself short, unable to think of anything else to add to his statement. After all it was the blunt truth. It would have been quite clear that he showed very little desire to elaborate on the reasons for his living alone. Or why he even came to this city in the first place.
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Post by insomnis on Jul 31, 2007 16:27:56 GMT 1
"I too live alone as well. I prefer it that way." She shifted her gaze toward the bottle that was clearly half full. She intended to fix that. She picked up the bottle and once again pressed it to her lips and finished the remainder of the strong drink.
She attempted to stand up in an attempt to get more air . Her head was spinning. "I'm not sure I can......"
She was unable to finish what she was saying. Her legs were clearly about to give out from under. Her legs were trembling as she struggled to catch her balance.
Her efforts proved to be futile as her body started to plummet toward the sand.
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Post by Zeniro on Jul 31, 2007 16:46:38 GMT 1
Zeniro half listened, as he watched the young woman. His man was pre-occupied with many things. The lack of hatred he felt for this person who had intruded on his time alone. Infact he was questioning this strange notion of even feeling greatful for the company. A feeling he simply put down to the drink and the pills that he knew he shouldn't have mixed. Despite the almost lethal cocktail he was still able to speak fairly clearly and a heaviness hadn't come to his eyes. Perhaps a second bottle would have achieved this, but he wouldn't find out because as he thought about this the young woman promptly finished the rest of the bottle. Zeniro was surprised by the feat, but had the thought that the young woman might regret he choice when it came to trying to stand up, or indeed do much of anything later on.
Sure enough Insomnies attempted to stand. Zeniro was about to say that it probably wasn't a good idea, but it seemed that Insomnis was shakily able to find her bearings. Remaining where he was in the sand Zeniro noticed that she was half way through a sentence that she was unable to finish before he saw the movement of her body threaten to make her fall. He felt his own body tense in reaction to this, he was relatively close and would be able to break her fall perhaps. He knew standing at this moment it time was out of the question...he would likely suffer a similar fate. Instead as the young woman fell his arms shot out at quite a pace to catch her upper torso. Instead of hitting the sand with a thud...she would be caught and then gently lowered to the sand. Zeniro was surprised both at his actions, and his reactions despite being drunk. Now Insomnis was safe from harm Zeniro removed his hands from her. He had not aided someone in literally years. Removing this thought from his mind he chose to break the silence that he had slipped into.
"I'm not sure standing is the best idea at the moment. The whiskey is surprisingly strong. I've woken up more than once on this beach because of it."
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Post by insomnis on Aug 1, 2007 6:02:55 GMT 1
His words would remained unanswered. Insomnis yawned as she curled up into a somewhat of ball shape and slipped into a deep slumber. The mess of blond hair strung about her face seemed to frame her misleading angelic face. She stirred as the cold wind nipped at her bare flesh.
She instinctively scooted closer to the nearest source of warmth which happened to be a slightly uneasy Zeniro.
Obviously quite dumbfounded by these series of events he wasn't sure what to make of this.
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Post by Zeniro on Aug 1, 2007 13:18:51 GMT 1
Zeniro wasn't overly surprised when he received no answer from the young woman. She had drunk herself to the point where her body could take no more and needed to shut down to recover. Zeniro himself felt dangerously close to that point, but had nothing to push him over the threshold. For him it would probably be another sleepless night.
With Insomnis asleep Zeniro found himself relaxing with the situation a little more. He was perhaps the least social person in Hircine, but tonight at this beach he had done something that he had not done in years, the bestial Maori had let his gaurd down and accepted someones presence. Avoiding his usual aggravated thoughts he hadn't reacted in an outwardly violent manner. Obviously he kept telling himself it was because of the heavy amounts of drink consumed...perhaps it was even these new medication tablets. He was told they would make him calmer, supress his more violent nature. They said they may even help him interact with others, due to the supressive effects they had. Perhaps tomorrow he would see his psych and tell them what had happened this night. He would no doubt get told he shouldn't mix his tablets with drink...Zeniro however didn't care what the man thought. For the first time since he was a child he felt close to being normal. Looking toward the young woman who had scooted up to him Zeniro watched her with a puzzled expression, like a Lion eyeing a smaller animal...knowing it would gain no sustinance from harming the smaller animal the lion would simply watch it.
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