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Post by Kit Livingston on Jan 13, 2010 22:30:16 GMT
He smiled and shrugged slightly, feeling himself sliding back as his shoulders felt like lead, his eyes running across the blurry sign to the night club and watching with little interest at the people coming and going, and the heavy bouncers at the doorway. "Realistic, not pessimistic," he translated shortly, giving a small nod. "I've been told that before," he explained.
He sighed, his eyes rising to the night. Any other night he would have probably thought it was beautiful, but the darkness seemed like a suffocating blanket, the moon a giant beam of light glaring at him. "Sometimes its easier to say what you see then what you believe, or hope to believe" he said, looking at Zeke and seeing that he wasn't looking his direction and turned away. "People see love, but secretly believe its not for them. I see it die, and I guess I secretly want to believe that it doesn't always do that..." He gave a small smile, realising how philosophical he was being, "Whatever you believe and can't say will always be 'realistic'."
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Post by Zeke James Vasser on Jan 13, 2010 22:46:23 GMT
The people poured in and out of Medusa some looking completely wasted, to the point where it was disgusting. Zeke sighed pushing his hair back again listening to Kit's little words of wisdom. He nodded in agreement "True I guess...but I don't know if it always dies, maybe that’s because it always died for you, but maybe just once it won't be so bad as to die, maybe weaken, maybe break for awhile but never die completely." He said with a shrug probably not at all sounding as smart as Kit.
"I don't know..." It was quiet. "I'm kind of tired...I think I might be going home, but I don't want to lose contact so do you have a phone number?" He pulled out his phone handing it to Kit "Here program it in here." He said with a small smile.
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Post by Kit Livingston on Jan 13, 2010 22:59:17 GMT
He smiled, finding Zeke's words falling into his own like pieces of a jigsaw, snapping into place. He didn't feel like they were true, but he felt like they were good points that fell neatly into place with his own opinions. Sometimes it was easier to feel like loved died for good, and that the heartache ended and all feeling became completely detached, ready to be dug out and replaced.
He looked down at the phone, his fingers stumbling over the keys as he tried to type his number with frozen fingers. He messed it up a couple of times, but finally managed to save it to his phone, passing it back to him. "Surprised you wanna see me again after the fool I've made of myself." he said with a shrug, burying his hands deep into his pockets, before pulling it out again, finding his hand wrapped around the notes that Crys had left him at the beginning of the night. His eyes widened a little; he had forgotten just how eccentric Crys could be when it came to giving out money. "What the hell am I meant to do with this...?" he asked quietly.
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Post by Zeke James Vasser on Jan 13, 2010 23:12:52 GMT
Zeke grinned at Kit's fumbling fingers as he took back his phone slipping it into his pocket. He stared at the money with a shrug. "Well I guess keep it until you see her...or just keep it, it's not as if she doesn't already have enough money." He said with a small smile patting Kit on the back. "And you haven't made a fool of yourself, just show me that if we ever hang out you can't have too much alcohol." Zeke grinned heading toward the forest. "I'll take to you later Kit." He waved slightly before heading to the forest to teleport to his room.
?Fin?
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