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dplax · 06-03-2008, 05:47 PM

Nivram

It was with wary eyes that he looked up from the barrel, his immediate need finally sated. He tried to plug the tear in the fabric of the barrel with a finger, but the shape was too awkward and after a second or two he gave up, allowing the booze to seep away.

It was odd that instead of immediately taking notice of those around him, he reflected on the changes that the lack of alcohol had brought on him in the last few days. Was he really the man who had tried killing Jason? Had it simply been the alcohol that had held back his feelings and instincts. His mind was already too hazy to be able to puzzle it all out, but the doubts were planted there. Doubts he would have plenty of time to think about when already hungover.

But he wasn't hungover yet and he wasn't blissfully drunk either. He knew he shouldn't drink any more, not if he didn't want to greet the last morsels of food he had eaten yet again. It was just a question of time till he passed out due to the alcohol. A pesky question of time.

Finally he looked at Telryn, acknowledging the man. He didn't even seem to notice the old man behind him.

"Do I need to? Haven't you seen enough to be able to answer that question?" He snorted, an unpleasant snort that brought a half-swallowed mouthful of the drink back into his throat. "Aren't you all better off if I'm contentedly drunk? Think back on what happened in the last few days. You can decide for yourself how much of it happened because I was unable to escape from all this," he gestured widely with his hands, not at his immediate entourage, but at the world in general.

"You are wrong you know. If someone has a choice in this matter it is me. I can choose to drink myself into oblivion, or I can choose to share my problems. You don't want the latter. Then again, probably you think you're a good enough man to try changing me. I'd tell you to spare yourself the trouble, but...bah why am I even bothering."

He glared at the barrel. "At least when I'm drunk I don't have to cope with this crap." He almost bent down to take another sip, but the effort wasn't worth it. It was only a question of time anyway.

06-03-2008, 05:47 PM	#89
dplax Jack Burton Join Date: July 19, 2003 Location: an expat living in France Age: 39 Posts: 5,577	Re: Antagonist’s Anarchy: Derived from Dianthus Nivram It was with wary eyes that he looked up from the barrel, his immediate need finally sated. He tried to plug the tear in the fabric of the barrel with a finger, but the shape was too awkward and after a second or two he gave up, allowing the booze to seep away. It was odd that instead of immediately taking notice of those around him, he reflected on the changes that the lack of alcohol had brought on him in the last few days. Was he really the man who had tried killing Jason? Had it simply been the alcohol that had held back his feelings and instincts. His mind was already too hazy to be able to puzzle it all out, but the doubts were planted there. Doubts he would have plenty of time to think about when already hungover. But he wasn't hungover yet and he wasn't blissfully drunk either. He knew he shouldn't drink any more, not if he didn't want to greet the last morsels of food he had eaten yet again. It was just a question of time till he passed out due to the alcohol. A pesky question of time. Finally he looked at Telryn, acknowledging the man. He didn't even seem to notice the old man behind him. "Do I need to? Haven't you seen enough to be able to answer that question?" He snorted, an unpleasant snort that brought a half-swallowed mouthful of the drink back into his throat. "Aren't you all better off if I'm contentedly drunk? Think back on what happened in the last few days. You can decide for yourself how much of it happened because I was unable to escape from all this," he gestured widely with his hands, not at his immediate entourage, but at the world in general. "You are wrong you know. If someone has a choice in this matter it is me. I can choose to drink myself into oblivion, or I can choose to share my problems. You don't want the latter. Then again, probably you think you're a good enough man to try changing me. I'd tell you to spare yourself the trouble, but...bah why am I even bothering." He glared at the barrel. "At least when I'm drunk I don't have to cope with this crap." He almost bent down to take another sip, but the effort wasn't worth it. It was only a question of time anyway.