Post by jasper on Aug 22, 2011 21:45:59 GMT -5
((This thread is open, but Killian needs to post first.))
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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i996.photobucket.com/albums/af82/sataraalcaelahn/Tar%20Valon/GrungeBackground.png); padding-bottom: 20px;] sit down, shut up, and hang on for the ride A medium-sized bottle of Jack Daniel's sat half empty on Jasper's end table. He glared at it for a long moment, still trying to decide where that much alcohol went. Surely he hadn't drank that much. He was slouched back on his couch, his bare feet splayed on the floor, and his hair looked like it hadn't seen a comb in weeks. Sometimes he really hated school functions. In some ways, it was good to get out and see the students having fun, but in other ways all it did was make him jealous that they got a fairly normal childhood. Well, perhaps not normal. None of them were exactly normal. Still, he would bet a great deal of money that none of them had gone through what he had. Times like this when he was alone, he could still feel the cold steel of the shackles around his wrists; the lines of hellfire across his back; the gritty sand in his eyes. Never had he told anyone what really happened. People had asked, of course. Always, he had remained silent and let his wounds speak for him, figuring they made a much better picture than he could with words. He had only mentioned what they were after and any information that he was conscious enough to remember. Jasper blinked and grabbed the bottle of Jack, knocking over the remote control as he did so. He left it there on the floor as he stood up and swayed slightly. He was going to make at least one part of this night fun even if it was the last thing he did. Stumbling into the kitchen, he poured the remaining whiskey in a flask. It went on the counter as he got dressed. Jeans weren't exactly formal wear, but he didn't really care what anyone else thought about him. He just threw on a black button up shirt before grimacing at the mask on the dresser. Well, it was appropriate at least, being a repleca of the mask used in The Phantom of the Opera. Not that a mask would hide any of his scars. He'd need a full body cast for that, and something told him that would be much more inappropriate than jeans. Jasper tucked the flask in his back pocket where it was mostly hidden and the mask got carried in his hand. At least until he got to his motorcycle. He put the mask on and straddled the bike with a sigh, smirking slightly at what he must look like. Ten minutes later, Jasper was opening the doors to the school, trying his best to walk in some semblance of a straight line. While he didn't really care if people knew he was drunk, he would much rather keep his job and Lillian Palmer was bound to be present at the festivities. After a glance around, he realized that the hallway was deserted, so he braced himself against the wall as he walked. Much safer this way. Then his eyes caught movement down at the end of the hall. "Tu, pick sursum quod adepto valde in aula." Jasper blinked at himself and shook his head. What language was that anyway? Latin? Hmphf. Unfortunate side effect of the alcohol. Shaking his head, he tried again. "Pick that up and get in the great hall where you're supposed to be." He continued meandering down the otherwise deserted hallway. "Go or get detention... or something." *words: 576 *tag: Killian/Open *outfit: clicky |