Name: Alessia Darkstar Gender: Female Age (Min of 16): 17 Description: Alessia has distinct long black hair that runs all the way down her back. Her brown eyes are big and spaced evenly apart. She has a petite nose and mouth and a round face. Her skin is pale. Typically she will be seen wearing a white button up shirt over a pair of black, close fitting trousers with black boots. She keeps a silver locket with her at all times around her neck. Weapons (Must relate to your Path Chosen): Guild Issue Arming Sword with a large, wooden round shield. Armor (Should start with no Armor): When out on missions, she wears a cloth tunic laden with many pockets as well as a sturdy pair of trousers and a brown pair of tough, worn boots. AS: Quick Blitz, Aero, Cure Strengths: Sword combat, shield usage defensive magic, is tough Weaknesses/Fears: Large Monsters, offensive magic, ranged combat, History: Alessia was actually a fairly normal child for the most part. Her major drive to become a Guild Member as opposed to what might be expected of a girl was not only the work of her father, but two other factors: The first, she was always tomboyish scrapping with her brother, her sister and any of their friends that might be pulled in (all of them voluntarily or not) and the second shall be told below. As she was travelling to visit relatives in a nearby town, along the road their cart was accosted by a giant, wielding an immense crude axe of a tree and a large rock. It pursued them relentlessly, but the giant’s presence was already noted and the riders of another guild met the beast and slew it. She always remembered it’s dying screams, and how scared she was that it would kill them and eat them. She wanted to fight monsters, and maybe learn to not fear them anymore, but she couldn’t find that first guild, instead setting for something local, Sapphire Eclipse, which she has grown to like for the short duration she has been there. Other: She keeps a small magically imprinted picture of her brother, two sisters and parents in the locket around her neck so she doesn’t feel too far from home. Build Chosen: Defense Build Weakness: Speed
The one I'm most interested in is the new Dragon Age. I absolutely loved Dragon Age: Origins and despite the second game being not so memorable, I've got faith that this one might be a return to the previous high standard. I'll probably pick up AC:U but as it stands, it's far from the most interesting. It's an interesting setting, but it'll be more of the same and I don't really see how any side activities could compare to Assassin's Creed IV: Pirate Simul- Black Flag.
Aidan laughed with her. So that was her family. "I'm out too. It's been nice speaking to you. It's good to have someone to talk to again." Aidan said with a smile. He forgot when Seraphina died what it was like to have a friend. He was getting the feeling back now thank God. He didn't want to be lonely again. It felt like a good time to go. He'd had a nice chat, got some flowers for Mum out of it and now he had pretty much acquired a friend for sure. That made him feel better. It was nice to have the hole filled. Perhaps he should try more social ventures. Aidan drank his drink and grabbed a cookie. He looked at his watch. "You know I think I ought to go." Aidan said. "It's been really nice seeing you and thanks for the chat." Aidan put the flowers and the cookie down and got his wallet out. He took $5 out and held it out to her. "I really should pay for them. You won't get any business if you give them away for free. I appreciate the gesture but you know, I figure it's good to give you what you should have gotten." He felt like he owed her something for the hope she gave him for his social future, for their friendship's future he supposed. Perhaps he could get out of that bedroom and into the real world more. Maybe, just maybe. He looked around a bit. It looked comfortable enough. He hoped he could come again. It would be nice to see her again, maybe get to know her family better, and her his. He didn't know how far they would go. Romance? Maybe? Aidan wasn't sure if he was ready for that, but he'd see. Oh he'd see mo doubt. He wondered what happened to that other bloke they met in the cafe. He ignored Aidan which he thought was quite rude and hijacked their conversation which was also rude. He doubted he'd ever see the guy again so it was probably a moot point though he did wonder...
Aidan wiped his brow as she went to get a drink. She'd not reacted all that badly and it seemed like she'd got her composure together now. Thank god. At least he hadn't screwed up TOO bad then. He muttered a silent thanks to whatever force in the world caused that to happen. He smiled a bit and reached down to catch the drinks as she nearly spilled them but she held it so his help was totally unecessary. Apparently she was clumsy and accident prone. She asked him about his parents. "Well, mum's called Delilah. She's a nice woman. I suppose nurturing is a good way of saying it. She likes to keep everything tidy, as in OCD tidy. Really, really tidy. She can get quite irritated especially when my desk is super cluttered when she's trying to clean and stuff. She works at an office for some company which is pretty reasonable pay. Me dad's called James. He's a pretty cool guy, though his temper's a fierce one when it's roused. Terrifying I suppose. Used to scare me half to death when I was young. But when you get past the temper, he's a nice bloke. Very into technology which mum isn't so adept at. Me and him sometimes play games with each other. He nearly always wins, but it's a laugh nonetheless. He works for Hitachi in an office as well. I'm alone at home until 5pm on weekdays 'till Mum gets home, then about 6:30 when Dad gets home." Aidan explained. "I've got a brother and sister, but they ain't around. They're in the UK in the Midlands. 'Round Birmingham. Haven't seen them in years... It's a lonely living, when you're on your own but I've got myself and my computer, so it's all fine at the end of the day." "So yeah, that's me. What about you?" He asked. He'd explained his family so she could explain hers. He didn't see a parent around. It looked like it was her and her sister, but was there anyone else. He could easily have missed something after all. He thought about how he got here for a moment. Just a random meeting in a cafe, then he decided to go out to see her and pick up some flowers for Mum on New Year's Day when nobody probably would. They'd got talking and then this happened. Life threw unexpected things at you it seemed. He just hoped he could keep up.
Estelle looked upset after he mentioned the funeral and he mentally facepalmed. Why did he bring that up? He hoped she was alright. "Sorry Estelle, I didn't mean to upset you..." Aidan said placatingly. "You had no way of knowing, so don't be sorry. It's fine." She'd turned away now and was talking about how she'd never been alone with a boy this long. He felt bad. She looked quite uncomfortable. He hated making people feel like that. "Sorry, I didn't intend to make you feel uncomfortable. I mean, I'm just as new to this whole thing as you are." He explained. Maybe it was time to go? It seemed like a bit of a shame to cut it off so soon, but maybe it was for the best. Well, maybe she wouldn't send him away. "Look, if it's easier I can go..." He said. His voice dropped so he sounded a little disappointed. He couldn't blame her. It was him. He'd screwed this up. Shoddy timing and his poor choice of conversation. Dammit Aidan! Why was he such a damn mess? He wasn't the smartest socially, he'd be the first to admit. As he spoke, he reviewed how it all had gone. Overall, it was pretty awkward. He'd walked in on her and that'd made things just a bit weird. Then he'd suddenly been brought upstairs, had a quick encounter with her sister and then they were here. His conversation points were fine, that was until the funeral. Then things took a downhill turn. She looked ill, embarassed and now upset. He was sorely tempted to just turn around and leave. That wouldn't be good... But would it be easier? No. That wasn't polite. If it was clear that he should leave soon then he would do so of his own action if he wasn't asked to leave earlier. He'd made a mistake and now a friendship was potentially on the line. He didn't know her well enough to predict a reaction so all he could do was hope.
Aidan listened and looked at the drawing he was shown. He nodded. "Good drawing. Better than what I can do. That said, I don't usually draw flowers, but even then, you do Manga for a job so you're infinitely better than me." Aidan said. It was a very good drawing. She then pointed at a flight of stairs and told him that she was in the attic. Aidan nodded. "I'm upstairs too, though not quite that upstairs. Our attic is full of boxes and is dusty as hell. Not a great place to live in." He commented. He could notice her face turning red slowly but surely. It must have been quite embarassing for her for him to walk in while she was in her PJ's drawing, only to have her sister walk in on them talking, boss her about, leave and then for her to take him upstairs. He could understand, not that he'd been in that rather unique situation before. "If you work a lot I guess you're hard working and that ain't a bad thing." Aidan was trying to think of appropriate things to say. Then she started talking about them being friends. A curious thing to say... But regardless he'd comment on it. "I'd say we're friends. I like to think we are. I can sympathise with the socialising thing. I'm not great at it either. Usually I just turn into a massive fail. I've had better luck recently but that didn't last long. Only friend I had died at a party which wasn't terribly great. I think I saw you at the funeral if I'm not mistaken?" He asked. Now that he thought, he could have sworn she was there. He wondered why, but kept quiet about that. He'd ask depending on what she said next. He noticed now that she was very red. She looked a bit ill honestly. It was the kind of red you got from people with fevers. "Hey are you alright? You look a bit ill." Aidan asked, concerned. He knew she was getting redder as the conversation was going on, but he never expected her to be THAT red.
Aidan followed Estelle into the room with all the flowers in. That's when things got awkward. A rather bossy sounding girl appeared and made several rather rude statements, even accusing him of being in a relationship with Estelle. While he certainly wouldn't complain for several reasons, he still felt insulted as they barely knew each other. He couldn't even deny it. He wasn't quite sure what to say to any of it. Then she handed over the flowers and said he didn't have to pay. "Erm, okay." Aidan said. "Thanks. Don't worry about it. It's fine. I've had worse." She asked if he was busy and suggested that if he wasn't, they could go upstairs. Yes, why not? He had time to kill. It'd be nice to spend it with someone real and who was friendly. The possibility of this made him feel excited in a way. Someone was actually taking interest in who he was as a person and they were inviting him into their home presumerably. It seemed to be a good start. "Sure, I ain't busy. The parents just know I've gone out. For all they know I'm at the cafe talking to folks. Hoping to bring the flowers back home to mum as a surprise. All the plants have died at home, so we kind of need new ones anyway." Aidan explained. "How've you been anyway?"
Aidan wrenched himself away from Starcraft at last. He'd taken a sleeping break, then breakfast and then played again. He was doing pretty well at the moment. It wasn't just Starcraft. Other games like Bioshock Infinite (Again), Mount and Blade Warband as well as Skyrim had taken up his time too. He wasn't quite ready to let go of Starcraft yet, though he picked it up again slightly differently. He reached over to his electric guitar and strummed it a couple of times to make sure it was in tune. It was. Then he grabbed his pick and began to play Terran One, from the Starcraft 1 Soundtrack. After he'd finished playing it, he put the guitar down and sat on his bed. "Love that song. 35 seconds to 1 minute 35 is the best piece of game soundtrack of all time." Aidan said generally, mostly to himself. When you were him, yourself was your best friend. He hadn't got a second half, so he always knew what the reply would be, but saying it was better than thinking it. It made him feel better. He rubbed his eyes and thought a moment. "What are we going to do with you today, Aidan?" He asked himself. Then he was struck by a metaphorical lightning bolt. That girl from the other day. Nervous one, wrote Manga ugh what was her name... Star or something, Lunar something else aha! Estelle Luna! Parents obsessed with stars and other stuff in space. What a plan! "Brain you are a genius!" Aidan exclaimed. She had told him where she worked. That gardening shop place down the street. That'd be a good way to spend time. Being social! "Mum, Dad I'm going out!" He yelled as he shut the door. He twisted the keys in the lock and it clicked. He checked his pockets. Phone for adding phone number if necessary. Check. iPod and headphones for music listening and discussion. Check. It was time to go make friends! Why was he so enthusiastic, he mused as he walked down the road. He was an antisocial prat most of the time but he suddenly felt like talking to someone. He guessed it was something about the funeral. Life was short and could be cut even shorter. May as well make the most of it right? A new outlook, a new perspective. Meh, he wouldn't do THAT much. He wasn't going to be any kind of social expert with all the friends he'd ever need. He'd just have one or two. Yeah, that was good. Also he'd brought his wallet. Mum wanted flowers anyway so he may as well make the trip useful. In fact, it could even give him an excuse to be there... Aidan opened the door of the shop. There was a girl who looked like she was in PJ's. That was... bizarre but he was fine with that. She was evidently working there and if that's what she felt like working in, who was he to judge. She seemed familiar though. She was behind the desk staring at something very intently. She looked busy. He lightly cleared his throat to get her attention. "Erm, excuse me. I - uh..." Aidan stammered. He just remembered something. What was he here for exactly? He repeatedly clicked his fingers until he remembered. Then it hit him. White lilies. That's what mum liked. Maybe that's what he'd get her. "Yeah, erm, right, where can I find any white lilies around here?" This could end badly.
Aidan left the funeral and didn't bother to go to the party he'd heard about. It seemed wrong to him. Having a party after mourning just felt disrespectful, particularly since they were killed at a party. He didn't want to disrespect their memories, what little he had of most of them. He had quickly phoned mum and she took him home. He had no idea what to do with himself. He figured he'd do what he did usually. Aidan logged on to Skype and began talking to his friends on there, both real and virtual. He opened up Google Chrome and opened up a few browser windows. He logged on to the forum he commonly hung around on and made a few posts. Just as usual. It felt a bit weird, being business as usual on such a day. It felt a bit apathetic. What could he do? Go to a party and get smashed out of his head and risk the same fate or do this? He quite liked what he was doing thank you! Besides what was he going to do at the party? Sit there all evening all alone? Why would he do that? Aidan booted up Starcraft 2 and entered the multiplayer. His thoughts from there, looked something like this: glhf random dude. Damn. Zerg player. He better not 6 pool me like they usually do. Right, get probe out. Build, build build? What build? Hmm... One gate and early gas expand seems good. Zealot, Colossus, Stalker, Void Ray seems good. Pylon, pylon SHUT UP! I'm trying to construct additional Pylons! Game, I am trying to get more Vespene gas... Dammit probes work faster! Ooh look, some Zerglings. Mop that up with a Zealot. 'Kay, looks like it's expansion time. Get the robotics bay up. Dual Stargate up too, hmm... Should I go Tempest too? Or maybe even Dark Templar. Welp, when behind, Dark Shrine. Not behind yet though. We shall see, oh yes we shall see... OoC: Note to self. Never ask Cal what the in RP time is again.
Aidan arrived while Erik was talking. He didn't know the guy that well but he spoke a good piece. He took his seat quietly and mouthed an apology. He could see the coffins up there and felt a sharp pain in his heart. The four, murdered somehow, for some unknown reason. Well, three murders. One suicide. He flashed back to that evening and morning. The arriving, talking to Seraphina, the good times. Then he wandered off, got drunk and passed out. Woke up. There were four dead, sad people in the dining room (Or was it living room, he wasn't sure) the next morning. The cops. Him passing out. God dammit that was horrible. He felt his breath go all shaky. He felt a horrible pain in his... Wherever it was emotions came from. He hit himself in the leg as tears rolled down his face, cutting a watery path. He wiped the tears away and looked down at himself and where he was. He never imagined he'd be in a situation like this. Dressed in a suit like this. Black trousers, black shoes, black jacket, white shirt with a black tie. He put his head in his hands. This should never have happened. Those four didn't deserve this, not as far as he knew. He cursed the *******(s) that did that to them. He wished them a painful death. He looked up again at the ceremony. Erik was done talking and someone else was going to take his place soon enough. As he scanned the room, he saw Estelle, the nice girl who talked to him. Why was she here? It didn't even matter. She was paying her respects and that was all that mattered. He looked away. This was a somber occasion. He should be thinking about the people who died, and respecting their memories. Not anyone else's. Remembering Seraphina was painful, especially the tortured expression on her dying face. The bright, energetic girl he knew reduced to that. He also felt sorry for the others, but there wasn't much he remembered of them. This was a miserable damn year. It was hopeful, but then it kind of went downhill. He couldn't wait until the next. Another year, another chance for things to get better. He didn't expect things to improve overly much this year. He waited. Hopefully someone competent would take to the stage again. Someone who could do the people who had left this world to go into the void of death the wordsmanship they deserved. He doubted he could.
Aidan was pleasantly surprised at the revelation that she actually used to play games too. He listened to her talk about her family. "For me, it's just my mum Delilah and my dad, James. We're a small family you see." Aidan explained quickly. He turned his attention to the new fellow. "My name's Aidan. And yours?" He asked. "How've you been?" Small talk. Gotta make small talk right? He wondered what made this stranger come here though. Maybe he was a lonely soul, like him. And possibly Estelle. Not that it was his place to judge who or what she was, especially not at this juncture. This was hopeful though. Maybe another potential friend? That'd be nice. He should come to cafes more often. It was a good way to meet people apparently. Who knew? Apparently it was easy to talk to people in a public place in front of everyone. Well, life works in mysterious ways he supposed. "I never figured that a cafe of all places would be the best place to meet people." Aidan said randomly.
"Ah, writing Manga. Interesting." Aidan said, nodding his head. "I've read a few, not many though. Don't know what they're called offhand. I occasionally borrow them from the library. You've gotta be pretty talented to do that. Getting published too, now that's impressive." He'd attempted to write books before and get them published. Never worked out. He appreciated her success. He was a tad envious too. He knew it was for a good reason though. You get published for good stuff. She must be pretty good indeed. "Violin... Fair enough. I do acoustic and electric guitar personally." Aidan explained. "I also sing a bit. Mostly for fun and pretty much never with the guitar as well. I need to focus on doing one. Can't hit the right notes with me voice and play properly. Besides, most of what I try and play on my guitar is soundtrack anyway. It's not like there'a lot of singing in that." She seemed comfortable talking to him. That was good. If she could talk to him easily, he could easily talk to her back. Good sign as far as he saw. "Fair enough for being shy. I'm not that confident myself." Aidan said. "I'm acting all confident now, but inside... Inside I'm praying to God that this goes well. I'm nervous. I'm not too good at talking to people." It was true. He was better now. Much better than he was, but that still wasn't great. "Personally, apart from the guitar and the singing, I do a little bit of drawing. Not terribly good mind. But still, it's fun and I do it for fun more than anything. God knows I could never make a career outta it. Above all... Well I play a lot of games on my computer. Bit nerdy maybe, but hey. C'est moi, as the French say. At least I think they say that. Not sure. Do they? Or would they say something else... Oh well damn! There I go. Ramblin' on about nothing. As I was saying. So yeah that's me. Games, guitar, bit of writing stories and a bit of bad drawing. And singing. Not much to me really. I suppose in comparison to most, I'm just a bit dull." Aidan rambled. That was silly. That certainly wasn't going to help him. That said, she seemed to be similar in the habit of rambling. Okay. Maybe they were fine. "So what brings you down here?" Aidan asked her. "I came here for a decent meal persoanlly." Then another person arrived, asking if he could sit. He shrugged. "Sure, why not? So long as the lady's fine with it I am." Aidan replied neutrally.
"My name?" She asked. "My name is Estelle Luna." She answered, smiling. "Estelle means 'Star' and Luna means 'Moon'." She explained. "It's kind of strange, but my father liked stars and space, so all my sisters have names that share the word 'Star'." Estelle laughed. "Sorry. I just met you and I'm already rambling on like this." She laughed. "If you don't mind my asking, what is your name?" Aidan smiled at how she seemed to just ramble on. It was kind of cute, and it reminded him of him a bit. He looked her in the eyes and smiled as charmingly as possible. He was undoubtedly going to fail. Hard. "My name's Aidan. Aidan Samarost. Ain't got such an interestin' story as yours. Far as I know, some chappy a few hundred or thousand years back thought Aidan was a pretty cool name, and then another bloke decided Samarost was a cool name too. Then the Samarost bloke had a bunch o' kids and a whole ton of history happened and the Aidan name was still cool sounding, so Dad stuck 2 and 2 together and made a metaphorical 4." Aidan explained. "Just outta curiosity what do you do with your spare time?" Aidan asked. Before he got to know her, he decided to find out what she did and see if there were any parallels, or if she was the judgemental kind. That would be bad. Best to find out how accepting she was of gamers like him. He was handy with the guitar too, but that wasn't something he would identify as a main part of himself. He also drew a bit these days, but it was pretty bad (He thought) though he was getting better. He wouldn't count it as one of his big talents. He hoped dearly this would go alright. He wouldn't mind having a friend again. Bad Aidan! Stop thinking about that. He finished off the last of his soup with a rather ungentlemanly slurp. "I apologise for my rudeness miss." He said. "That wasn't particularly gentlemanly of me." He also downed his drink as well, this time without the accidental obnoxious noise. Just as well he did it then. It was getting kind of cold.
Aidan was aroused from his stupor of loneliness by the sound of a voice. He looked at the source. Girl, kind of nervous looking and sounding. Stuttered a bit. He smiled at her. He knew how she appeared to feel. He beckoned her to take a seat. He had no idea how she mustered up the courage, that said he had no idea how he did it with poor Seraphina the first time he met her. He mentally berated himself. He should remember her as the nice girl she was, not the bloodied corpse. It was so hard looking past death. It would help if there were really memorable other things. Enough! Focus on the present Aidan! "I wasn't expecting company." He said, smiling. "I know how you feel. I'm not so good at the old socialising either. Ah well, one must work with it." This was weird. He had never been approached before. Well, not for a long time. Back in England a few years ago... Now those days were different. Slightly. He decided not to ponder too much. He'd just play it cool, or at least try. He'd just be him. She'd either stay or be weirded out and leave. "So what's your name?" Aidan asked, taking another spoonful of the soup. There wasn't much left now. He was a fast eater. Maybe he could get to know her. They could be friends. He hoped. He needed to stop being so... So inwards. He wanted to break free of the introversion. He just needed to take steps. Having a friend that he could get to know pretty well would be nice.
OoC: Sorry for lack of posts recently. Real life things are getting in the way. Should post more frequently due to things stabilising somewhat. Aidan felt a bit odd. He felt as if a ton of time had just passed by and he'd barely noticed. Probably just something to do with the greater amounts of sleep he'd been having recently. He couldn't really be bothered to do much other than sleep, but he needed to do something with himself. He hadn't had any food since breakfast. It was afternoon, and he figured it was time to go to lunch. He quickly finished the game of Starcraft 2 he was in. It didn't take long. He wasn't doing very good anyway. He walked downstairs and investigated the fridge. He saw a distinct lack of food that he'd actually want to eat. His tastes, and his parents tastes differed somewhat. They were at work now, so he was home alone and not doing an awful lot. He felt like going out anyway. He'd seen enough of the breakfast room and the kitchen for a while. He felt like having some decent food made or cooked by someone who was actually good at it. He could cook. Occasionally well. Often, he just missed a bit in the instructions and it was screwed up royally. He gathered up his phone and keys and left the house. As he locked the door, he realised he wanted his iPod too. He liked having his music. It blotted out the sounds of the world so he could think straight. Not necessarily useful when crossing roads, but that's why crossings existed right? Sometimes he felt like the world was catering to him, but that was only occasional. Most of the time he felt like life was trying to, and succeeding at screwing him over. That wasn't fun. Not for him. Between making him socially inept, killing his friends and making him move to an entirely different damn country, he really did feel screwed over. That was life, he supposed. Soon enough, he arrived at a decent looking cafe. He examined it through the window. Looked clean enough, the staff didn't look miserable and the food looked decent. He shrugged, removed his headphones from his ears and stowed them in his pocket, then proceeded to enter the cafe. He smiled at the waitress and caught her attention. He was led to a table in the corner. There he sat, looking out the window. He felt lonely here. Isolated from everyone. It made him feel bitter inside. Being alone had never been a problem, but the simple act of being given a friend, then losing them had made the feeling noticeable. He found that it was easier to cope with loneliness if you never had the chance to be anything but. He was roused from his stupor by the waitress asking if he wanted a drink. He ordered a sparkling water with ice and she left. Soon enough the drink came, and he ordered a bowl of whatever the soup of the day was here. That came too. Some kind of mushroom soup he guessed. From the taste it seemed right. He sighed. It was so damn hard being him sometimes.
Aidan Samarost returned home the previous night. The alarm went off and he woke up as he did every day. He pushed the bedclothes off and got dressed. Mum and Dad hadn't asked questions, though he knew they were going to. Probably before he left. He ate his breakfast sullenly. He couldn't stop thinking about it. They were there, just, dead. There before his eyes and then there was her. His only friend. Dead. Why was Seraphina killed? She was a bit rude sometimes, but she didn't deserve to die. What made her kill herself? Why would anyone drive her to the edge like that? He stopped thinking about it. He walked into the living room and sat down. Mum and Dad came down and sat opposite him. "Aidan, what happened?" Delilah asked. Aidan looked down. "I- I don't know. I was talking to Seraphina, then she went off. I got a bottle of wine, walked off into the garden. Drank, fell asleep. Woke up in the morning." Aidan answered. "Then... They were there. The sound of sirens and the police and then the bodies in the living room." "Are you sure Aidan?" James asked, concerned. "Yeah, I am." "One of the people who died was called Seraphina. Was that your friend?" His mother asked. "Yes." Aidan whispered, tearing up from the memory. "Only friend. Gone. Life snuffed out just like that. I just... I don't even know what happened." He felt his parents come sit beside him and put their arms around him. He embraced them and buried his head in his father's shoulder. He didn't want to think about it. He just wanted to move on. He knew nothing other than he saw them at one point alive, and dead not a day later. Eventually, they released him. "Can you please not ask? I just... I just want to move on." Aidan requested. "Okay." His mother replied, speaking for the two of them. "Right, I'd best be off." Aidan said smiling. He wasn't really happy. He just tried to give the impression he was alright. Aidan grabbed his keys and phone and left the house, returning to the cafe where he met Seraphina all that time ago. It wasn't actually bad. He had signed up to do another play and apparently this rehearsal was kind of important. So he'd turn up. Aidan pushed the doors of the auditorium open walking in. "Sorry I'm late. At least I think I'm late." Aidan said generally, taking a seat.
Aidan looked in horror at the four dead people. One of them caught his eye. Seraphina. She was dead! ****! He fell on to his knees and stared at the ground. "Oh, ****in' ' hell." He whispered, tears in his eyes. He felt hollow inside. His only friend was dead! What the hell happened while he was in his drunken sleep? He brought a hand up to wipe the tears out of his eyes. Who else? He stood up shakily, scared to see who else. There was that one guy, what his name? Richie? That was it. Then a guy called Alex he had seen around. He didn't know the other guy. He walked over to Seraphina's body and looked to the patch of red. He'd seen pictures in presentations by the police before. Stab wound and her hands were covered in blood. Did she do it to herself? Was she murdered and the blood on her hands merely being her desperate attempts to plug the wound to stop the bleeding before she lost too much? He'd never know. "Oh Christ. Oh Christ." He wept. He pushed a lock of hair off her face. He wished her face looked peaceful toward the end. It seemed as if she died crying, or upset or angry or something. That was no way to die. And then there was the others. What happened finally hit him. He was in a room with four dead people in the house of someone he barely knew. Had she done it, the hostess? There was no way of knowing. He was glad he stalked off without anyone noticing. If he hadn't, he might have been one of them here, dead in a stranger's house, or found in the garden days later because nobody knew where he was, or even cared. He felt dizzy and soon enough the floor raced up towards him as he passed out from the shock of it all. He awakened on a stretcher somewhere. Presumerably the paramedics there had noticed his sudden collapse and rushed him off to hospital, just in case. He didn't quite know where he was. A ward maybe? His head hurt like hell though. Did he hit something on the way down. Why was he here again? He remembered the fall and then... Of course... His dead friend and the other people he didn't really know. The horror of that returned to him again and he began to cry again. This was turning into a pretty **** time overall.
Aidan felt intolerably lonely after Seraphina left. At the time, his brain was mulling over possibilities and the right way to respond too much to find his words. She just sort of left and talked to some other boy. And here he thought they were getting along so well. He sighed and walked off away, casually grabbing a bottle of wine as he did. He found a nice little corner outside out of sight and out of mind. He leaned against the wall of the house and gulped down the remainder of the glass he was already holding. He was in the garden from what he could tell. There were some nice flowers. He considered picking one and giving it to Seraphina but screw that. She had left him behind. He inspected the bottle. Chardonnay. Good enough. He clumsily undid the bottle top and popped the cork out with a grunt. He put the glass down and began to drink from the bottle. The slightly sweet bubbly taste was good, very good. Soon enough, the bottle was gone and he felt very tired. It seemed like it was late-ish and he couldn't actually see the time on his watch. He'd go inside in a bit. Not yet. He would take a nice break out here and rest his eyes. Before long, Aidan fell asleep and was unaware of what was going on inside. That is, until the morning. He woke up to the sound of blaring police sirens. He shot up, eyes wide, totally unaware of what was going on. He immediately shut his eyes and covered them. It was the morning! He had slept through the party! Had everyone left already? Why were there police sirens? He stood up, staggering slightly from tiredness. His head hurt. Was this what was called a hangover? He didn't have a damn clue. He felt the taste of bile in his throat and looked at his shirt. Sick was all over it and his trousers. That wasn't good. He pushed the back door open and stepped inside, wandering confusedly into the living room. There were in fact police. That wasn't him being weird. "What the royal **** is going on?" Aidan demanded. "I go outside and have a drink, fall asleep and then THIS happens? What the ****... What the actual ****... Why are you here? Wh- Why? Has- has something gone wrong? Has something happened?" He was confused, so incredibly confused and rather impolite as he just observed. "Ah hell, where are my manners this morning?" He muttered. Something was wrong, but he had no damn idea what in death's name it was.
I'm back now. Will post now and try to come up with some excuse as to why I wasn't involved with the events.
Im out of town and i can't post until friday. Sorry. Will post when i get back though.
