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lucetilogs2008-04-30 06:44 pm
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Who: Schuldig and whoever stops by.
What: BOOZE.
When: Most of April 30th
Where: Aerie.
Summary: Schuldig is 'celebrating' his birthday by getting blind stinking drunk.
Rating: Probably PG-13. It's Schuldig.
The Malnosso clearly had a sense of humor, since Schuldig's personality returned to normal just in time for him to celebrate his birthday the same way he has for years.
In a bar, with massive amounts of alcohol and generalized unhappiness.
So for most of the day, the German telepath could be found in Aerie, blitzed out of his mind, not to mention anyone else's, and buried in a funk of monumental proportions.
Whether or not he would welcome company probably depended on the time of day, the nature of the company, exactly what he was drinking at the time, the prevailing wind, and myriad other random or not-so-random factors.
What: BOOZE.
When: Most of April 30th
Where: Aerie.
Summary: Schuldig is 'celebrating' his birthday by getting blind stinking drunk.
Rating: Probably PG-13. It's Schuldig.
The Malnosso clearly had a sense of humor, since Schuldig's personality returned to normal just in time for him to celebrate his birthday the same way he has for years.
In a bar, with massive amounts of alcohol and generalized unhappiness.
So for most of the day, the German telepath could be found in Aerie, blitzed out of his mind, not to mention anyone else's, and buried in a funk of monumental proportions.
Whether or not he would welcome company probably depended on the time of day, the nature of the company, exactly what he was drinking at the time, the prevailing wind, and myriad other random or not-so-random factors.
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"So it's fuckin' noisy. So fuckin' what?" This is good enough whiskey that he wants a glass. Ah, much better. "You get t'hear what people think. I know people who'd pay good money t'be able t'do somethin' like that, so what th'hell are you complainin' for?"
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Schuldig needs more whiskey for this bullshit. "Or th' bastards who tortured me an' fucked with my head f'years, 'cause they wanted t'use what I c'n do."
This grumbling is barely audible, "Why's ev'ry-damn-body think readin' minds is so damn great? It sucks."
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Fuck this. He needs another cigarette. "You can do somethin' nobody else can, an' you're complainin' about it. You want t'be like th'rest of 'em?" He gestures at the window. "Runnin' around, laughin' an' huggin' an' too fuckin' stupid t'know any better? Be my fuckin' guest." Shit. No ashtrays. Fuck it, the floor's good enough for ashing on. "Get yourself killed enough times, an' you'll lose it. They'll take it away from ya, but stop fuckin' whining."