Realistic or Modern Down the Rabbit hole

[AmaranthWolf]

Kadin Baker

Ms. Sparrow Inheritance madame moiselle TrailsOfMana Antisocial TheCrowKing
OOC: Kadin, honey. You're a mess. Idk why this got dark so fast lmao. Also, y'all think we could have the police show up to end the party, and then they get the magical letter thingy? Just to get the plot moving. Not right now, but eventually. We do have a hypothetically massive plot besides unresolved high school angst XD Having them wasted/hungover with impending disappearance/magical land could be quite hilarious. Vampunk feel free to jump in anytime and start things moving btw, this is your story We're just starting it off.

Kadin paused before entering the room, glanced at his watch, and walked out. He returned a few minutes later, stuffing his keys into his pocket, having swapped out the camera for a mostly-full bottle of tequila and a 6-pack of beer. He didn't particularly want to remember this night. She was here, and things were already awkward. Get rid of the potential memories and swap it for the memory-suppressor. "Guess what I found..." he trailed off.

He stopped in the doorframe, apparently walking into a bit of an argument. He raised an eyebrow, decided that it wasn't that bad, and sat down against the wall, taking a large sip straight from the bottle.

Judas and Jason were firing shots at each other about homecoming. He sighed, shaking his head, "Oh you guys need to get over that, it was so long ago." He said, hoping to settle the debate before it got out of control.

He gave a half-smile as Jae attempted to change the topic. The guy probably didn't realise he was attempting to change the topic, but Kadin hoped it would work. He couldn't be bothered with a fight. Not now. Not tonight. Jae seemed so pleased to be back with everyone, and he didn't want that to be destroyed either. Ever the optimist and the comedic relief, Jae was a light in most situations. Chaotic good. Definitely chaotic, but definitely good.

"Ah, nostalgia's a bitch," Kadin overheard. He looked at Leliana, eyebrows furrowed. She seemed absolutely unphased, sitting on the ground opposite him. Well, nothing had changed. From the day she had broken up with him, she didn't give a damn about him. Apparently, that was still true. Fuck her too, Kadin thought, somewhat sadly, lifting the bottle again. As the glass touched his lips, he smirked slightly, noticing the subtle flinch in Leliana's face as she took a drink. Still a little bit of a good girl, even if she tries to hide it.

He took a healthy drink from a bottle of whiskey as it passed him, not really caring how the rest of this night went. He was shattered from the drive, maybe the buzz would wake him up.

Kadin's phone vibrated in his pocket. Instead of answering it, he cracked open a beer and downed it in a few seconds. He shook his head, the alcohol starting to set in. He hadn't drunk like this in ages. Probably since he used to hang out with this crew? Maybe their influence was making him feel like he could handle as much as he used to. 5 or 6 drinks in the space of half an hour. He'd probably regret this tomorrow.

Kadin pulled out his phone, somewhat wanting a distraction from the continuing conversation.

Hey, I might have the wrong number, but I was looking for Kadin Baker?

Yeah, who's this?

Kadin replied quickly, wondering who had contacted him. The few people he kept in touch with had his number, and wouldn't be that formal if they had gotten a new number. Intriguing. Though, after the last few hours, that was hardly the craziest thing to happen.

Why he was here, he didn't know.

Why she was here, he didn't know.

Why he was coping so badly, he didn't know.

Fuck this

He threw back another few gulps of tequila.

Fuck all of this.​

 

[TheCrowKing]

Lawrence Kerr

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"The number probably was disconnected or something. He more than likely moved a long time ago like the rest of us." Lawrence breathed, sprawling out upon the bed, oh so slowly working out his aching body. Really, he should have taken his medication by now, but it was such a heavy dosage, he'd be snoring up a storm in twenty minutes flat. The world has been silent to him for a long time whilst in his comatose, so why would he want to take a pill that would temporarily out him through that again?

Nose crinkled at the thought, the broad-chested man shuffled over towards his suitcase to rummage through for a new outfit. What? If everyone else in the household got to have their own fun tonight, why shouldn't he? A faint grin wound it's way upon his face as he fishes out a loose pair of black sweats and a baggy navy shirt. It wasn't a slick and sexy outfit for a night on the town, but he didn't ever plan on that being his goal for tonight. Perhaps he'd mosey around town and see if anything had changed since he'd left for college. If he had to guess, more businesses had likely shut down than the odds of having new ones pop out.

"Oh well, you look like a trainwreck anyway, might as well sport the uniform as well." Oh yeah, he was so bumming it. Lawrence shucked his night clothes (which had more been perpetual outfit for about the time he'd been a guest at his parents ) in exchange for the new ones, he running a hand through his mildly oily hair. A quick breath test told him he needed a stick of gum before he went marching out into the night in search of entertainment.

A soft hum from his phone drew his attention away from his preening. Eyes darting its way, his brow rose in question as he pecked in his passcode.

Yeah, who's this? ​

"No way. That bastard is still around?" He laughed, lightly biting his knuckle as his eyes shone with delight. "You've got to be fucking kidding me. There's no way." So what did he do? Naturally, he called the number before him, placing the phone to his ear as it rung a few times, only to reject his call.

"Oh c'mon, yea asswipe. Pick up." He snorted, switching back to a quick text.

It's Lawrence, answer the phone, ya twit.
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AmaranthWolf Inheritance Sjhall2011 Antisocial Ms. Sparrow madame moiselle TrailsOfMana

 

[Inheritance]

Jason Valtara

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So long ago indeed, almost 3 years to the day, yet he remembered it like it was yesterday. Less than half way into the first quarter, they had racked up a 21-0 lead, thinking it would be a great game for them...then...everyone started getting sick. The entire offense, including himself. They turned it over fast, and eventually, saw 8 of the 11 offensive starters carted out. The game went to hell after that, as without the fiery offense that had carried the team, they fell behind and lost 42-31. The school, nor the team, nor the coaches got over that upset for months, especially when it was discovered their water and Gatorade was spiked...something that was kept secret, because while it would be a good explanation, the embarrassment to the program would have been far worse.

He turned to Kadin. "Long time ago my ass, just because you had nothing going for you in high school doesn't mean you should be stoppin this." He turned to Judas, eyes blazing. "You have no idea what we all went through that night. It wasn't our fault we lost that." He growled, becoming a bit more sober in his anger. However, not sober enough to stop him from saying things he shouldn't have.

"Giving up my friends? Believe me, it was hardly giving anything up. It was an upgrade, from the loser's squad to the top of the school. Sure you can give me shit for losing the game, but where were you? Not even on the bench, not serving us water, but in the stands, probably hiding from some girl you never worked up the courage to ask out!" He gave a quick shove, not enough to send him flying or anything, but perhaps enough to knock him back a step or two. "You have NO idea what we went through as a team that game, nor do you know anything about the loss. Fuck you."

The worst memory by far of senior year, was being carted off, the crowd booing all the way. He was never sure if they were booing at him, nor was he sure who exactly was cheering, and who wasn't. Yet, for all his imagination, he was almost certain that the friends he had abandoned long ago, were up in the front, booing the loudest...

Ms. Sparrow AmaranthWolf madame moiselle TrailsOfMana TheCrowKing Antisocial

 

[AmaranthWolf]

Kadin Baker

Ms. Sparrow Inheritance madame moiselle TrailsOfMana Antisocial TheCrowKing
Short post, hopefully it'll help things move along.


Kadin's phone buzzed again and he pulled it out but didn't end up checking the message as Jason called him out. He shook his head and sighed, the guy was drunk, but that didn't give him a right to be mean. His phone buzzed, but he didn't really pay much attention, lost in his own thoughts.
He furrowed his eyebrows as Jason's rant continued, pointed at Judas.
"For fuck's sake bro..." he muttered quietly, sipping from his drink again.

His phone started vibrating again, but didn't stop. The number that he had been texting was calling him. He looked up, looked at his phone, then tapped the answer icon.

"Uhm, Kadin speaking?"​

 

[TheCrowKing]

Lawrence Kerr

Fingers hovering above the keys, Lawrence twiddled them as he awaited an answer of sorts. Was it really Kadin that he'd gotten ahold to? It had been such a long time since they had spoken, or any of the group, really. If it really was him, perhaps he lived by? The pleasant thought of catching up with his old friend crossed his mind for a brief moment, it inching away and out of sight as he weighed out the rationality of being him.

Still a bit on the curious side, he hit redial as he pushed himself from the bed, his joints creaking and protesting against it as he shuffled back to his desk to flip through the yearbook, in search of a secondary number if he could find one. Blue orbs skimming the names, Wren strummed the corner of the worn mahogany desktop, willing others to surge to the surface. Really, if his mind wasn't clouded with high school memories of Rhea, he might could possibly guess a few digits.

Waiting through the next set of rings, he glanced towards the glowing screen, huffing a faint sigh of disappointment. "I was sure hoping it had been him. If it was, surely he would have read the text and answered?" But Lawrence, you left them all for Rhea, remember? The male cringed visibly, shaking his head to disperse the thought. No! Of course he didn't! They all just..had other stuff going for them, he didn't leave per say, just had his own life ambitions requiring his attention, that's all.

A cough of guilt took hold of his chest, he hacking a bit as he thumbed another page, spying a spirally sprawl: Leliana Le Meur. Lawrence squinted at the fancy calligraphy, biting his lower lip in thought as he spotted the number beside her name. Hm, perhaps it wasn't the best time to contact one of the girls, seeing as how they'd probably not remember him-

"Uhm, Kadin speaking?"

The voice brought him out of his thoughts, the male blinking once in disbelief as he stared over at the phone. He would have thought he was hearing things, but there was a constant rumbling tide of voices from the other end of the lines, and booking music. Quickly (or as fast as he could manage), the dirty blonde limped his way towards the bed, fumbling for the phone and switching it off speaker so he could cradle the device to his ear.​

"Kadin? Kadin Baker? Like from high school?" Feeling like a don't, Lawrence rolled his eyes and added, "Hey, its uh..been a while huh? It's Lawrence Kerr...if you remember me, that is.."
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AmaranthWolf Inheritance Sjhall2011 Ms. Sparrow TrailsOfMana madame moiselle Vampunk