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Post by ORELLA NATALIA DELACROIX on May 4, 2019 23:09:48 GMT 1
Babysitting. Was that what she had been reduced to? Cora had so many questions and she just wanted wring her sister's neck for not telling her ahead of time that she had a kid. Or telling her she'd stolen a feather to give to the girl. Sure, she had brought her here to keep her safe and not leave her on her own, and she was determined to make sure she was safe. Safe and educated. Until her sister was able to take care of her daughter herself, she wanted to make sure the girl was raised to be a strong, independent woman who decided things for herself. That didn't mean she was overly happy about being thrown into this. Hopefully she'd start feeling more than overprotective of the girl though. She was doing her best to try to bond with her at least. Lunch had been interesting. They had been eating together in the canteen and she'd listened to Cora talk all about her classes. She sure was an inquisitive girl and seemed eager to learn so that was something. Dutch was just going to try to let her be herself for now and try to trust security to do their jobs, but heaven help them if her niece got hurt. Right now, she needed a drink. Needed to get out of her own head a little and just try to relax a little. Gym hadn't worked, spending time in the crater had really only worked while she was there. No, she needed a drink. Needed to get giddy drunk and she'd be fantastic. Worry a little less for a little while. Yes, she needed to just forget her worries for a while and be happy. Dressed in black leather pants and a white top, she'd had maybe a little too much to drink as she was dancing without a care in the world before too long.
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Post by VAN WEST on Jun 18, 2019 18:40:00 GMT 1
Van hadn't been here very long at all, the man sat at the far corner of the bar nursing his fifth beer and watching the rest of the patrons having a laugh, dance, or just do what he was doing and sitting quietly to drink by theirselves. So far he'd been a perfect resident within this place, after being found burning in the ruins of an old church and transported to Manson for the safety of the humans around him he hadn't had one meltdown. Yet. There had been a close encounter but he'd come to his senses and realised he was someplace he didn't recognise but he was physically fine, warm, unhurt and there'd been a glass of water and an apple at his side and a window overlooking grounds. The window was barred.. But he was just fine.
That was probably why he'd been allowed to the student bar. Though he had an additional band around his wrist to detect his temperature, above a certain level and security would be informed and they'd come and retrieve him. Which was fair enough, contrary to popular belief he didn't want to go into meltdown mode again.
He did have a familiar sense of deja vu right now though, he was quite sure that he must have spent quite a lot of time in bars in the past, before he was blown up in that desert.. Probably with people he cared about. That might be why he was feeling particularly down at this moment. He wasn't blaming the alcohol in the slightest, it was definitely the melancholy of missing memories, of course. He sighed as he set down his glass on the bar and his gaze returned to the myriad of other people once more, lingering particularly on the dark haired woman dancing alone.
He wasn't going to be joining her, but he would unashamedly stare and if she noticed he'd most likely smile slightly cockily and gesture for her to join him. He'd buy a woman like that a drink.
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Post by ORELLA NATALIA DELACROIX on Jun 19, 2019 21:51:02 GMT 1
It had been a while since Dutch had been able to just forget about everything like this and enjoy herself. At least in such an innocent manner. Sure, she probably shouldn't be drinking in the first place, but it always just calmed her down and made her in a more agreeable mood and that was exactly what she needed right now. Needed to have a little fun on her own and forget about everything else for a while. She couldn't always run to Julius for a distraction after all, didn't want him to think she was just using him. She could feel eyes on her before she spotted the man. At least right now, her first instinct wasn't to walk up to him and smack him about the head, so that was good. Instead, she smiled slightly at the gesture and walked on over. "Now what are you doing sitting here all by your lonesome?" She asked, leaning against the bar for a moment for deciding that she could actually do with some refreshments and sat down instead. "Been here long?"
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Post by VAN WEST on Jun 21, 2019 9:15:06 GMT 1
It's probably a good thing that she hadn't walked up to him and smacked him one, the man may be watching her a little too intently but at least he hadn't got off of his stool and attempted to grind up against her ass. And what an ass, he could appreciate a strong figure and she looked like she could knock a man out if she had the desire to do so. Maybe it was in the way she moved, or some instinctual part of him that recognised danger even though his conscious mind didn't, either way. He was enjoying watching her, she moved well.
He doesn't react well to physical violence, surrounded by this much flammable liquid as well there was a high chance that quite the fire would break out if she'd struck him. But instead she smiled and started her way towards him, result. He took another deep mouthful of his pint before setting it back down to smile a welcome at her when she joined him at the bar. She'd even taken a seat, so she was parking herself there for a while?
"It's been a busy week," he explained, he didn't need to give too many details, do people really need a reason to drink? He doesn't think so, at least not in this world. And definitely not if you'd burnt a church down around you whilst your mind warred with itself a few days beforehand. He was still doing his utmost best not to think about that, "and I'm still waiting to meet the right people." It was only his third day here and, well, he's not the most social being in the first place anyway. He's not particularly melancholy but he's also not the best judge of character either. Lack of memories would make anybody wonder as to who they are themselves, let alone figure out others whilst they're at it.
"A couple of hours," he admitted, dismissing that question as he lifted his hand to get the attention of the bar tender, "but that's irrelevant, what are you drinking, gorgeous?"
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Post by ORELLA NATALIA DELACROIX on Jun 23, 2019 12:58:18 GMT 1
As much as she liked to pretend otherwise, Dutch really did enjoy having a chance to let loose once in a while and just enjoy the moment. Most of the time she had to keep her guard up, not just to avoid getting herself stabbed in this place, but also to make sure that her niece was alright, so it was rather nice to be allowed an evening to forget all that for a change because the girl was likely in her room and sleeping by now anyway. Normally, she didn’t like feeling watched, but since she was just having fun anyway, she didn’t see the harm and the booze helped mellow her out enough that she appreciated it more than being offended. She wasn’t looking for companionship today, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy a friendly conversation. There was something familiar about this guy anyway. “I’m sure you can meet the right people around here,” she said, chuckling slightly. Waiting for the right people sounded familiar though, it was how she had felt before she’d found a way to make this place a little less depressing. Now that she had her dragon and some friends, she didn’t really mind all that much being stuck here. “This I’ve had enough,” she admitted. “At least for a little while. Just a soda?” she suggested, it sounded tastier than water anyway. “Trying to find the right balance between relaxed and responsible adult,” she admitted, running a hand through her hair.
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Post by VAN WEST on Jun 24, 2019 11:41:56 GMT 1
There was no way that Van would think that a woman like her wouldn't want to be watched, especially considering the moves she was throwing on the dancefloor. She may well have been dancing for herself in order to relieve some pent up energy but for a red blooded male she was open to be gawked at. She also has the right to punch anybody in the face for staring a little too intently but luckily he seemed to have avoided that fate, which was good. The man was pretty sure that even after five beers he was likely to react badly to any violence. You can't stop some things from getting out of control.
He had no doubt that he could meet some decent people here. From what he'd seen so far there were enouh people around to get to know, there had to be at least one or two within them that were worth knowing. Perhaps there was even somebody here who he'd met before, somebody who could perhaps fill in at least a couple of the blanks of his life. Right now he's not even too sure how old he is, all he knew when he regained his senses was what he was. That was it. He was phoenix. He didnt really realise what that meant exactly, but his bird form was as much a part of him as this skin.
"Psh," he laughed quietly and shook his head, "nah, one more isn't going to hurt. So you can have a soda," he nodded to the bartender, "but with a shot of vodka, please. This isn't the place to try and be a responsible adult." And he wanted to buy her a drink, not a soft drink. He might as well pour her a glass of water instead, it seemed pointless to him. So she was having a shot of vodka in the soda she requested.
"I'm Van," he introduced himself and slid her drink over to her after he'd paid for it, "Phoenix and all round irresponsible adult. Cheers.
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Post by ORELLA NATALIA DELACROIX on Jun 27, 2019 18:40:29 GMT 1
Dancing wasn’t something she indulged in very often. In fact, before she’d stayed with Evan, she had never actually enjoyed it for anything other than a useful tool. Now it was both useful to blend in in places like this or at fancy events and something she enjoyed doing just for the sake of the thing. It wasn’t all that hard to figure it all out after all that it was actually fun. Who cared who enjoyed or disliked the view as long as she had fun. One more drink probably wasn’t going to hurt at this point, so she didn’t protest at his addition to her order and merely nodded at the bartender instead. “I suppose I can always get back to responsibly adulting tomorrow,” she said, chuckling slightly. Of course, she might end up spending the next day in solitary for running off, because she could really use some time with her man at the end of tonight to better prepare for teaching the child. “Dutch,” she offered as she accepted the drink. “Fury and recently responsible for a preteen,” she said. “Cheers.” She was definitely feeling a lot better after both drinks and dancing than she had felt before being allowed to the bar that was for sure. “Been here, well, in the sense of the academy, for almost a year now. It's not so bad.” She probably wasn’t getting out anytime soon either, but at least she’d found reasons to stay and that made it a little more tolerable. She didn’t hate this place anymore, so she would actually be kind of sad if it burned down.
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Post by VAN WEST on Jul 1, 2019 13:58:52 GMT 1
His confidence rose a little more when she didn't argue against the drink and so paying for it was easier knowing that she'd actually drink it. Not that it would have been that much of a loss if she didn't drink it, because he would have drank the thing. Spirits aren't usually his thing, he prefers a cold pint but when needs must.. "With the medical staff here combined with most of our healing capabilities I'm sure a hangover should also be the least of your worries, so drink up and enjoy," he sounded jovial and harmless enough, he had those five pints of his own to help with that.
He would still have bought her a drink and flirted with her even if he did know she had somebody she was interested in. He wasn't a horndog, company is company. It just so happened that he found her attractive but he's not some slimey teenage boy, he can be a gentleman. A little pushy with drinks, but a gentleman none the less. "Responsibilities get left at the door in a place like this anyway." Not that he has any. Other than to himself and there isn't that much of a sense of responsibility when he knows that he'll just come back again if he accidentally dies. And even if he doesn't? It's not like true death would be something he'd be averse too, but it's unlikely to happen. He's not sure what, if anything, could kill him for good.
Dutch was a bit of an odd name. But then so is his. He'd picked his name simply because it was the first thing his eyes had landed on when he'd opened them. A burning, empty shell of a van, it had seemed appropriate considering his lack of memories, he'd felt just as empty as that van. Yet, he'd retained knowledge on speech, movement, other random cultural facts. He assumes he must have spent a lot of time in England because his accent was English with an almost scottish drawl to it at times. But he can also speak spanish, french, russian and polish that he knows of, so who knows where he originally was born? Or even how old he actually is.
"I got here about two, three days ago? Maybe a couple of days longer, I was a little out of sorts when they found me apparently." He can't remember but they'd found him as a burning inferno in the heart of a burnt down church. Something must have caused him to meltdown like that. He took a sip of his pint and flashed her another smile, "they monitor me here, let me have enough freedom for now. I guess that'll change if I mess up but I don't plan too. I'm more than willing to give this place a chance. Any burningly important information about this place a newcomer should know?"
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Post by ORELLA NATALIA DELACROIX on Jul 3, 2019 15:15:25 GMT 1
There was no harm in accepting a drink, as long as that was all there was. She rather enjoyed alcohol and how relaxed she usually felt when she’d had a few drinks. Maybe because she’d only associated booze with winding down or celebrating. And with her reactions being slowed, she also found it easier to turn off her instinct to be vigilant. “I’m sure some on staff would encourage me to take up day drinking,” she said, chuckling slightly. “Less likely to pick a fight and all.” It wasn’t that she picked fights per se, she was just quick to solve a situation with violence if that was the most efficient way to solve the problem. Hangovers weren’t what really scared her either, she couldn’t help but worry slightly that Cora somewhat got into trouble while she was sobering up again and she wouldn’t be ready to help out as quickly. Dutch wasn't entirely sure she agreed with his statement about responsibilities getting left at the door in a place like this. Maybe in the student bar, but she wasn't entirely sure about Manson as a general. "In a bar maybe," she commented. She could forget her responsibilities for tonight and just have fun. Ah, so he was new here. She liked the fresh ones. They usually had great stories. "This place isn't so bad once you get a hang of it," she said, smiling slightly at him. "Don't burn down the medical centre, the head doctor won't approve," she offered, chuckling slightly. "Oh! And don't throw plates at the head guard. He's quick to slap cuffs on if you cross him." That seemed like solid advice on both accounts. The first one was really only added because he said he was a phoenix and she figured that came with fire powers.
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Post by VAN WEST on Jul 5, 2019 19:37:48 GMT 1
He took another mouthful of his beer and laughed quietly, "yeah? Personally I think that day drinking is highly underrated.. To a degree," he was smiling somewhat sheepisly as he continued, "that sounded worse than I meant. I meant a little tipple here and then, not drinking to the point where I spend the afternoon on my back unable to sit up or walk. That's far too extreme." Not to mention completely pathetic, he likes a good drink in the evenings but he tries to have some semblance of routine in the day. Breakfast, lunch, appointments made with a clear mind. Otherwise he was sure he'd have been placed in a very different main category. Van doesn't want to be known as a drunk.
"I'd think drinking would make one want to fight more," it admittedly did him. Not that that stopped him. He's not one to start fights, but he doesn't take any shit from anybody, to bully him or attempt to intimidate him would not go down well. Van just hopes that they don't find out about that while he stays in Manson. It would most definitely be a mark against him and a possible end to this freedom he's experiencing so far. The ex soldier doesn't want to be watched over constantly.
He'd meant in a bar. He had no idea what she was meaning when she specified in a bar.. Had she taken his words to mean something different? Instead of questioning he just stayed quiet and took another drink of his beer. It didn't matter.
"You have to get the hang of this place? Seems pretty simple to me, follow the rules and don't stick your neck out too much." He seems to be doing just fine at the moment and he continues to keep going down this same path he's on now. He ended up laughing at her little warnings, "don't worry, gorgeous, I don't plan on burning anything down. Or throwing plates at any guard, especially not the one in charge, did you do that?" It seemed too specific a thing to mention for her not to have done it.
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Post by ORELLA NATALIA DELACROIX on Jul 7, 2019 13:23:24 GMT 1
Dutch chuckled at how he went about trying to explain his initial statement. “Well, I’m sure it’s a good life for those who can afford it. Morally I mean. For me, relaxation is a learned skill, not a state of being. Drinking helps with the relaxing.” Dutch had never been good at relaxing, that was for sure. Especially around here. So, getting drunk once in a while made it easier to just forget all about the things that usually set her off. She had to agree that drinking usually made people want to fight more though. "I think it's probably because I'm quick to jump into action to begin with, species trait and all, alcohol suppresses that somewhat, thereby making me more peaceful?" Of course, it wasn't like she reacted violently to everything that upset her, but the things that really set off the fury in her there was no way around. Those injustices just had to be answered the best way she knew how. Only so many ways to punish someone without getting physical. A chuckle escaped her at his question. "It's the rules part I still struggle with," she admitted. "Too many of them, and some are quite useless. If some little shit bites me, I'm supposed to stand there and wait for security to take him away or fly away myself when I could quite easily teach the little critter a lesson." Maybe she was just a proud creature too, but seriously, that seemed a little ridiculous to her. She was used to being around people who knew her well enough to at least respect the fact that she'd punch back, around here she had to avoid doing just that if she ever wanted a chance to be free. Dutch sipped her drink when he said he wasn't planning on burning things down or throwing plates and shrugged at the question. "Got his attention," she said simply. "To be fair, I aimed over his head and didn't actually hit him, but that distinction was lost on the man. No sense of humor." It had seemed perfectly reasonable to her at the time. And had gotten her outside, which was all she'd really wanted. "I'm set up with a rotation of guards that act as sparring partners in the gym these days. If I regularly get to vent constructively, I'm not as prone to violence. Probably helps that I got a room above ground too, easier to sleep when I can see the sky." Dutch definitely slept a lot better now than she had when she first arrived here, it helped to have people believe her when she said the underground made her more antsy than usual.
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Post by VAN WEST on Jul 9, 2019 19:29:01 GMT 1
"I'd ask you what you are, but I have a month's worth of memories in my head and probably wouldn't be none the wiser if you told me." Although he could hit up the library and maybe help himself to a couple of books. So far he knows about werecreatures, shifters and vampires. The rest of the san of supernatural creatures are unknown to him. Apart from his own of course, but even there he's not quite aware of the full spectrum of his abilities. His previous form must have been badly injured to have forgotten so very much, probably blown to pieces like the rest of his squad.. Van frowned a little at the thought and downed the last of his drink before those dark thoughts could settle in too deeply, "but if you're quick to jump into action and live life wound up then why not have a drink here and there? Might lower your blood pressure or something. Medical benefits."
It's why he drank, it kept him calm, less likely to have a flashback. And therefore less likely to flip out and hurt somebody. It worked.. And the staff would see that it worked for him too. Just don't give him tequila.
She was one of those who felt the need to sort out people herself? Van was much the same.. But not willingly. And probably a bit more extreme than she'd be. If somebody hurts him his conscious mind blanks out and he ends up turning into a complete inferno. Not quite shifting into the flaming bird that's as much a part of him as this skin, but engulfing himself and everything around him in flames? If he gets mad enough, yeah, that'd happen, "I think it's best all around if I just avoid getting hurt at all, I'm not here to start a fight with anybody." Though he hasn't really made plans for if anybody starts on him. He'd probably just try and walk away. He doesn't particularly want another death on his conscience.
He just started laughing when she flippantly answered that it got his attention. The phoenix's entire demeanor relaxing a little as he did so, the laughter trailed off when she continued and he flashed her a grin after he gestured to the bar tender for another drink, "the guard's name? Just for future reference." He likes people with a sense of humour, it makes them easier to talk too.
"And if you spar regularly remind me not to get on your bad side," he wouldn't want to have to defend himself against her.. He has a fair amount of muscle memory reflexes but he'd rather not fight, or even spar actually. "You know quite a lot about this place then..? Do they really help people?"
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Post by ORELLA NATALIA DELACROIX on Jul 11, 2019 21:46:44 GMT 1
Dutch shrugged. It didn’t matter much really anyway, she knew it was part of the reason she got into trouble easily though. “Doesn’t much matter anyway,” she offered, smiling slightly at him. “Can’t do what I was made for if I ever want to get out of this place, so drinking might just be a better option.” Dutch knew that if she started punishing people in here, she’d never get free again. The fact was though, she couldn’t always help it. “My kind hurts bad people. An eye for an eye, justice for other people… getting even for them. Those sorts of things.” He didn’t need to know what she was to understand that at least, right? “To be fair, fighting does a better job of that, but drinking will just have to do.” She really was never more at peace with herself than she was in the middle of a fight. She nodded when he said he wasn’t there to start a fight with anybody. She could respect that. “Well, best advice I can give you there is avoid most basement-dwellers. Basement of the secure ward I mean. The vampires are alright. Most of the ones I’ve met anyway.” It seemed like solid advice really, for how he could avoid getting hurt unless he accidentally started something or offended someone. “We’re usually shadowed by a guard, easy to spot and all. Not that I’m a basement dweller anymore, or constantly shadowed, because I try to avoid trouble too.” It was hard work, but she had at least proven that she could be reasonable. Proven that she didn’t need someone watching her every move. And with Cora here, trying to run away wasn’t even a passing thought, so the farthest she’d do was Julius’s anyway. It was hard not to laugh along with him. Because yeah, it was ridiculous. But it had worked. Better than she’d expected really. “Fabian,” she replied, sipping her drink. “To be fair, he wasn’t head of security at the time, but when you haven’t slept more than a few minutes here and there in days, desperate measures to get some fresh air. Mind you, this was back in my first few days here.” She hadn’t really done anything like that since. Might’ve left some people to wonder where the heck she was while she was sleeping on the roof before she got her current room, but that was a different matter. Oh! And that branch, but yeah, no, that didn’t count either. It hadn’t really hurt anyone. “You sound like a perfectly reasonable guy,” she said, when he said he wouldn’t want to get on her bad side. “Just don’t hurt someone defenseless around me and getting on my bad side is as easy as not punching me, at least now that I can actually sleep,” she offered. She didn’t really have a bad side, or so she liked to believe, unless you did something to warrant it first. So far, he didn’t seem like the type so it was all good. “The ones they can,” she replied honestly. “Staff are… well, they’re like everyone else. Some good, some bad. But unless someone’s so messed up they would’ve spent their entire life in a mental institution anyway if they’d been human, I think they do try to help. Doesn’t really work unless you work it with them, but that part’s still a work in progress for me. Though to be fair, that might just be because I’m trying to get them to understand I only hurt people who have it coming.” She had a feeling Lyss somewhat understood that at least, but she would have to find others to convince too.
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