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Post by Daichi Osmen on Jun 29, 2010 10:30:32 GMT -5
It was just one of those days. The weekend was here. No school for three days. The sun was bright and hot as ever making going out almost impossible. So the vampire was forced to stay indoors till later that evening. He wondered what the cult was up to. He could imagine Araka terrorizing someone. He looked down on the floor of the common room, remembering their game. He pleased her that day like the obedient trusty he was. Enjoying the moment as much as he could. He wished she was here now. He needed a fun game. But, alas, it was not meant to be.
Oh well...
Daichi lounged on one of the many couches, staring up at the ceiling. In his hand was a bottle of red juice? No it was much thicker. I'll leave you to guess. He drank on it cautiously, hoping to have enough if he needed. It was quite difficult to get the beloved crimson without being caught but he managed.
His latest victim was a human. He didn't show no mercy to that one though. No worries, no one should miss him. It was just some drunk he found off the street. He could still taste the alcohol in the blood. That was quite an experience. He'd never got drunk off of blood before.
Now he was still a bit hungover. He thought headaches were something a vampire couldn't get. Guess he was wrong. Thankfully he didn't feel as sick as he was before. Just a little weak from all the puking.
Daichi took another sip of the bitter blood and sighed. He hadn't been like this for a long time.
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Post by Araka Itsu on Jun 29, 2010 13:07:50 GMT -5
 TOO OUT OF TOUCHOUT OF TOUCH[/color] TO TOUCH YOU[/color][/center] Araka had just finished "taking care" of her cult. Damn, sometimes being the cult leader had it's disadvantages. It sucked when everyone came to you, complaining. But on the upside. If you "took care" of them, they obeyed you're every will and whim. It was sometimes pitiful how they obeyed her word.
But one of her trusties were missing: Daichi. Her other trusty wasn't for helping her with the cult. He was reserved for more...needed situations. That demon didn't give a shit about her, and then same with her. They almost detested each other, but she admired his skills.
Eventually, everyone just got too out of control. Everyone was "I want another human" or "can I please kill that shapeshifter over there" or whatever. It was annoying and she wasn't going to stand there and take it. Instead, she used a simple spell to "zip" everyone's mouth shut. It was hilarious watching everyone struggle to talk. She, in the end, fell on the floor laughing.
Everyone went home, tired to trying to talk. And Araka, being the cult leader and everything, managed to con some guy out of fifty dollars. Hell, she was going to need it. She hated going back empty handed. Plus, she needed more alcohol. She had ran out a few nights back.
She stopped by her usual shop and bought several vodka and scotch bottles. And that's all she needed. Those were her only types of alcohol she enjoyed consuming.
Finally, back in the common room, she noticed Daichi with that o-so fammilar look on his face. Not that she oftenly saw it on his face. But she knew it well on her face. He was hungover. And she knew that because she was hungover at least once a week.
Sneaking behind him, she slapped him hard on the book with a laughable grin. "Hey there, how are you doing?" she asked.
Jumping over the couch and taking a seat next to him, she set her accesive amount of alcohol next to her. She looked at what he was drinking before taking out one of her own bottles. Blood. Well, he was a vampire. But she never'd seen him hungover. She wondered how he did it. But it wasn't like she cared.
She opened the top to the bottle and began to drink chug it. And once that one was finished, she opened another and did the same. Oh, the joy of being drunk. Being drunk meant that she didn't have to think too much on anything. That was always pleasant.
She scowled, grabbing her bags, she stood up and grabbed Daichi's hand. It felt weird getting wasted in the common room. She enjoyed getting drunk in her room, instead. But she hated getting drunk alone. And Haru was off...doing something somewhere. And Daichi was here and hungover. He wouldn't mind.
She pulled childishly at his hand, trying to get him to move. "Come on, we're going to my room," she said. She let go of his hand to finish off her vodka bottle. She tossed it, but it didn't hit the trash can. Yay! Her she comes! Ah, being drunk was so fun.
She opened ANOTHER bottle and sipped on it a bit before returning to pulling him in the direction she wanted.
NOTES haha and having smex in the common room isn’t aqward? XD
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Post by Daichi Osmen on Jun 29, 2010 13:58:09 GMT -5
He didn't even noticed Araka come in till the moment she slapped him. While normally, it probably wouldn't had bothered him, but due to his weak status, he felt it. He winced but made no other sign of pain. "It's not obvious?" he answered with a faint smirk.
He watched her jump over the couch with a bunch of alcohol. She was known to be a big drinker. He honestly didn't care for it and at this moment didn't like it. The very smell made him a little sick. He reached up his his hand and pushed up his bangs, feeling his forehead. He made a mental note to never drink from a drunk ever again.
Daichi watched her drink bottle after bottle. Amazed that she could handle it. But then again, she did a lot that surprised him. He should be used to this by now.
The vampire closed his eyes and relaxed as well as he could, that is, till she grabbed ahold of him. His eyes shot opened and he looked up to her confused. He simply sat there as she tugged and listened to her as she spoke. Then she let go to take another deep drink. He watched her, things were moving too fast for him right now and his headache worsened. "Damn..."
She continued to pull at him and he unwillingly obeyed. Letting her basically drag him to her room along with his blood of course. He was going to need all the energy he could get.
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Post by Araka Itsu on Jun 29, 2010 15:18:49 GMT -5
Carrying the bottle of vodka, she dragged Daichi to her room, pulling him by the hand. It was past hours, so no one was around in the hallways. Good thing for her too. Everyone knew she was an avid drinker, so she was heavily watched for when she was drunk, hungover or about to be. People wanted to get back at her so they tried to pin point her weaknesses, but Araka had a thing for hiding her weaknesses, unlike some people.
Right before she opened the door, she let go of Daichi and turned towards him and scowled. "Toughen up, damn it," she said, pushing him just a bit with her free hand. "Hangovers aren't that bad," she said, turning to her door and opening it.
Once she was in, she grabbed his hand and pulled him. In her room was one bed, a desk, a closet, a waste bin, and a chair for the desk. She left Daichi standing so she could toss herself and her drinks onto the bed as she contiued to keep drinking. Oh man, this was good stuff.
But the good stuff always had some sort of effect on her. She was a happy drunk, so she did the stupidest things. That's why she always had to have someone watch her. One time, she almost cursed herself and her math homework. And it wasn't a pretty site to see. Even though she didn't remember it, Haru somehow did. Hell, it was actually Haru's idea to make sure Araka had someone watching her when she got drunk.
Already intoxicated from all the vodka, her words were slurred and sounded horribly drunken. "Daaaichiiii," she said, reaching for another vodka bottle. "Hoow...did youh geht *hic* hungova?" she asked, popping the top over and drinking it, streched out on her bed.
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Post by Daichi Osmen on Jun 29, 2010 16:11:19 GMT -5
He simply let her drag him, taking another drink of his bottle of blood. Then she stopped he looked to her drowsily. She pushed him and scolded him and he sighed. He didn't know what to say but just simply replied, "Sorry." He didn't know why he was acting so wierd. Guess alcohol had a bad effect on vampires. He probably would have trashed to spiked blood but depended on it. If he got drunk again, he'd get drunk. Nothing he could do about it.
He felt her grab him again and he was pulled into her room. While she lounged on her bed, he rubbed his temples before making his way over to her chair. Maybe if he drunk more, it would numb the pain. He had a feeling he was going to become an alcoholic out of this ordeal. He pulled out his bottle and chugged down.
When Araka spoke to him he chuckled. She was really drunk. Though she probably wouldn't remember it, he decided to tell her anyway. "I drank the blood from a guy I found on the street. Apparently he was drunk and since his blood went through my system, I got drunk." He recalled what it was like that night. It was quite difficult to run around so he just stumbled around. After that everything went blank. He took another drink, the blood running down the side of his mouth.
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Post by Araka Itsu on Jun 29, 2010 18:00:47 GMT -5
 TOO OUT OF TOUCHOUT OF TOUCH[/color] TO TOUCH YOU[/color][/center] Araka watched as Daichi sat down in the chair, as she chugged down another bottle of vodka. She resisted the urge to reach for another one, which was hard to do since she was on the brink on total drunkenness, which is what she was aiming for.
She rolled on her stomach and stared at the ceiling, giggling drunkenly as she listened to his short story of why he was "drunk". She found it to be pretty stupid, but confusing at the same time. She didn't know what part was confusing, but something was. Probably the vodka.
She reached over for a scotch, popping the top open to it. She brought it up to her nose, smelling it. Oh it smelt so good. Strong, very strong. If she wasn't mistaken, scotch was probably the strongest stuff out there. If it wasn't, she wanted to know what was.
When his story ended she stuck out her tongue at him. "Laaaahme..." she commented. "Gehting drunk mehns thaght youh dring alcohol...nut bloud...duh," she said, rolling her eyes.
Everyone knows you'd have to drink at least TWO drunken guys to get drunk off blood. Then again, if this guy Daichi drank was as drunk as Araka enjoyed being, then he would be enough to get three vampires drunk.
Then, with her now clumsy, drunken hands, she dropped her scotch bottle on the floor and stretched as far as she could to reach the alcohol. But it was too far from her reach and she couldn't reach it. Instead, she fell to the floor with a loud thud, finally reaching the bottle, but a bit too late since the scotch had already spilled onto the floor.
Shrugging, she chugged down the scotch, but it burned a little as it went down her throat. Yup, good, hard alcohol. She swallowed painfully and then looked up at Daichi, seeing the blood on his chin.
She wobbly stood up, but doing a great job at standing for someone that drank as much as she does. She licked the blood off of his chin. Leaning back a bit, she stuck out her tongue, inspecting. Yucky. Blood.
NOTES o3o
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Post by Daichi Osmen on Jun 29, 2010 18:48:45 GMT -5
Daichi shook his head as she stuck her tongue out at him. He hoped he wasn't acting like that last night. Sadly, he expected it. No one ever acted like themselves when drunk. Daichi leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes, the darkness seeming to give him a sense of peace. This peace was shortlived though.
He heard as a bottle fell to the ground but payed it no attention. She probably threw it down because she'd finished it. Then he heard a louder thump and his eyes shot down torwards her. He rolled his eyes. This girl was going to take a lot of getting used to, especially if she was going to be drunk all the time. But perhaps next time he find her drunk, he wont be recovering.
She looked at him and he raised a brow, wondering what she was up to now. Then she got up and closed in on his chin. His violet eyes widened a bit in surprise when she licked the blood off. As she backed away, he wiped away the slobber she left. "God. You must be really drunk," he spoke with a chuckle as he watched her stick out her tongue.
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Post by Araka Itsu on Jun 29, 2010 21:12:11 GMT -5
Araka laughed after hearding Daichi speak. "Wehll...wut else woould I beh?" she asked, giggling drunkenly, beginning to have troubles with her balance. The room began to feel a bit dizzy and she fell to the ground on her butt. Whoa...Yeah Daichi was right. How drunk was she right now. She turned her head towards the pile of empty bottles on her bed.
1...2...3....4....
She didn't bother counting the rest. She smiled brightly[/b] drukenlyand decided to lay down on the ground of her dorm. She looked up at the ceiling, watching it twist and spin. Whoa...it looked all swirly and everything. She blinked and realized that she was drolling and sat up.
Unfortunatly, when she sat up, her dizziness took control and she fell on her side. Pushing herself up with the help of her arms, she managed to not only sit up, but stand on and walked past Daichi to her desk. She opened a drawr, pulling it out all the way and accidently dropping it to the floor.
She let herself drop the floor and searched inside the fallen drawr. Then, after a second or two, she pulled out a spell book and managed to crawl to her bed. On her bed she opened up her book and began to flip randomly through it, looking for a random spell.
[Dude, I have no idea what its like to be drunk. I'm just guessing XD]
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Post by Daichi Osmen on Jun 29, 2010 22:53:36 GMT -5
As he wasn't fond of emotional Ara, he didn't like the drunken version either. It was just too wierd... He watched her as she stumbled about, with no emotion whatsoever. Why did people like this now? It just made you lose your mind and suck away every ounce of your pride. So what was the good thing? He didn't see it.
The vampire shook his head as he watched his leader fall about on her floor. Maybe this was why she wanted to go to her room. For more privacy. But why did she take him with her. All these thoughts ran through his mind and he grabbed his head in pain. The sooner this fucking headache would end, the better.
He hadn't realized till the last moment that Ara was no longer on the floor. He looked about him and found her at her desk tugging one of the drawers completely out. He raised a brow as he watched, wondering what she was doing now. Then she pulled out a book. Upon furthur investigation, he found it was no mere book, but a spell book. Daichi's eyes widened. Maybe it wasn't a good idea for her to be using any spells drunk. "I don't think you should be using that," he advised as he got up and walked towards her, hand outstretched for the book if she would listen. He highly doubted it...
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Post by Araka Itsu on Jun 29, 2010 23:21:08 GMT -5
"Nuuuuuuuuuuh," Araka wined, taking the book and rolling away from him, to the other side of her bed. No, she had to find something. She could remember what, but there was something she definatly had to do. What was it again?
Oh right!
She flipped to a section in the book where spells about pain where listed. She skimmed over the pages until she found some she liked. She looked over it a bit, having trouble reading with her drunken vision, but she managed to get the best of it all.then she tossed the book near her closet and stood up on her bed.
She murmered the spell, hoping it would understand her drunken tone. Then she tapped Daichi's forehead before falling to the ground, unable to keep her balance.
That spell was meant to cure headaches. Just like asprin, but...magical.Hopefully the spell worked with hangovers. If not, Daichi was just going to have to suffer through her being drunk. And trust her, it was a lot. And even as the mean leader of the monster cult, she had some sense in her. If she expected someone to help make sure she didn't do anything horribly stupid, then they don't have to suffer through all over it.
"Awe, did mama mahke your booboo fweel bwetta?" she tease, laying on the floor.
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