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destinystrings2013-11-29 01:06 am
primordial) wrote in destinystrings2013-11-29 01:06 am
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happy birthday to me
Who: Sam Erstwhile and YOU. The second part is closed to Desco, Johnny Rayflo, and Yosuke Otoha.
Where: Taurus district, then Desco's apartment.
Summary: Sam Erstwhile realizes its his birthday and ponders what being 21 really means. Then, finally making a decision as to where to live.
Warnings: None at the moment!
OPEN
Twenty one. He was twenty one years old.
Well, in human years. But still, it was his birthday, and there was no getting around it. So what if it was actually only one more year added to the countless number of years he already had under his belt? It was still a special day.
(A special day he didn't honestly want to think much about. God, if only she was here...)
Twenty one is a significant number where he comes from. It meant being able to drink alcohol legally, right? Not that he really cared, but walking through the Taurus District, he couldn't help but stop and stare at the numerous bars, seeing the people chatting and drinking their beers and colorful drinks without abandon.
He murmurs to himself from time to time, stroking his chin as he peers through the window.
"I don't really see the point...what's so fun about getting drunk?"
CLOSED
And a few hours after that, he makes his way over to Desco's place. Fine. Fine, he'll take her up on her offer. He wasn't going to sleep in an apartment with a big gaping hole in it (thanks Desco), and he's definitely going to stop sleeping in the streets. (He would sleep in the river, but that's way too out in the open, plus he'd make people think he was a drowned body or something.) There was only one place left, and it was one he had been avoiding for a while.
So fine. He'll reside with her little group. It shouldn't be that bad, right...?
He lets out a sigh, raising his hand and knocking on the door.
"Desco...it's me."
Where: Taurus district, then Desco's apartment.
Summary: Sam Erstwhile realizes its his birthday and ponders what being 21 really means. Then, finally making a decision as to where to live.
Warnings: None at the moment!
OPEN
Twenty one. He was twenty one years old.
Well, in human years. But still, it was his birthday, and there was no getting around it. So what if it was actually only one more year added to the countless number of years he already had under his belt? It was still a special day.
(A special day he didn't honestly want to think much about. God, if only she was here...)
Twenty one is a significant number where he comes from. It meant being able to drink alcohol legally, right? Not that he really cared, but walking through the Taurus District, he couldn't help but stop and stare at the numerous bars, seeing the people chatting and drinking their beers and colorful drinks without abandon.
He murmurs to himself from time to time, stroking his chin as he peers through the window.
"I don't really see the point...what's so fun about getting drunk?"
CLOSED
And a few hours after that, he makes his way over to Desco's place. Fine. Fine, he'll take her up on her offer. He wasn't going to sleep in an apartment with a big gaping hole in it (thanks Desco), and he's definitely going to stop sleeping in the streets. (He would sleep in the river, but that's way too out in the open, plus he'd make people think he was a drowned body or something.) There was only one place left, and it was one he had been avoiding for a while.
So fine. He'll reside with her little group. It shouldn't be that bad, right...?
He lets out a sigh, raising his hand and knocking on the door.
"Desco...it's me."
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Sam lets out a yelp, leaning forward and accidentally bonking his nose on the window of the bar. Oops, wrong way- he turns, blinking before he realizes that oh, it's that girl from before.
"Oh, um. Hey. I'm just...looking. And stuff." A pause. "It's my 21st birthday, actually."
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[He looks at her, like she's the "How to Be a 21-Year Old: For Dummies" book.]
And um...I don't drive. Don't even have a license. You don't need to worry about that.
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[Seriously, he's standing by himself over here. Mr. Loner of the Year, it is him.]
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No one should be alone on their birthday, do you want to hang out with me? I can't drink but we could still do something.
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[He stares at her, as if expecting her to backtrack and say it's all a joke, but...no, she's serious. He scratches the back of his neck.]
Okay. What do you, um, want to do?
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