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 Poetry's Fallout, Skeezix, Stoned Soup Kitchen OPEN
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 Posted: Feb 17 2015, 03:21 PM
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Skeezix stared at the bundle of hair in front of her, from over a steaming bowl of some kind of chicken stew. One of the other cooks had used his break to gather up the braids from the alley for her earlier, while the head cook rearranged everybody to re-distribute the work load for the next hour. Evans was going to be handling the rest of breads for the night. Also, probably for the rest of the week.

A guy's arm had been broken! That was not the kind of shit you walked away from without consequences! What proof was there that he'd even been the one to cast the spell that'd made her hair fall out? No body was going to keep a cook with those kinds of problems for long. No body that would meet with the minimum standard for decency anyways. Tugging the bandana tighter around her ears, for a moment she almost tugged a lock of hair out of habit before settling back down.

It'd seemed like a good idea, earlier to come here. Be released from work early and go and just eat something, or... she didn't know anymore. There was good soup to be had here, and their bread was alright. Maybe the skunky haze of everything that'd been smoked in here would start to seem pleasant after fifteen more minutes. Maybe it wouldn't, and it would be another afternoon in the trainyards being alone with thoughts that seemed more like little whispering blades of self-destruction than rational thought.

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 Posted: Feb 17 2015, 11:09 PM
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It hurt. It physically hurt. Literally. The price of houses around this town. It was absolutely ridiculous and why anyone bothered to pay for it while there were perfect places to live - including a nice build-in fridge - on the edge of this town was completely beyond Ilyas. Okay, so it was on the far edge of town. The very, very far edge. It was still free. And a little walking had never killed anyone. Or, well, maybe it had, with the Feral Lands being dangerous and all, but still. People were stupid.

And now, Ilyas was like other people in this town and stupid too.

He hadn't gotten himself a job to spend all the money on something stupid like a house. What a total waste. The only thing that would possibly make him go through with it all was because he knew it was better for the Elven girl he happened to live with all of the sudden and he sure as hell owed her that much.

Still. It physically hurt.

Ilyas felt like he deserved a free meal, and since Ilyas did not feel he deserved anything ever, it was a day filled with big happenings. He'd only been to this soup kitchen thing a handful of times, strangely enough. Free food wasn't really his thing when he didn't dig it out of trashcans himself. Perhaps it was also due to how busy this place was. The poor and downtrod were well represented in thus town, that much was for sure.

He would try to ignore the other people and just eat. But oh, what a challenge that turned out to be. Ignoring random strangers? Not an issue. Ignoring the people you never again wanted to see in your life? Very, very doable. Ignoring pitiful piles of humans that you'd known once while they hide away in dark corners? Way more challenging.

Maybe it wasn't her. Maybe Ilyas could still fool himself into believing that. He fooled himself on a daily basis, no? It shouldn't have been that hard, except that, now that he'd seen her, over there in that corner, he kept glancing over to see if something would change. Because if it would, no problem. Except it didn't. Not for minutes. And not after that either.

..fuck.

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 Posted: Feb 17 2015, 11:23 PM
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Getting something to eat had been a good idea before, or at least it'd sounded good on paper. It just seemed like every time spoonful of soup made half of the distance to getting into her mouth, it would fall back down again into the thick stew. Then, she run a hand over her face and try to tug at something under her headscarf. And stare at a roughly wrapped bundle in baking parchment.

Finally she just curled up around the mug of steaming house-blend no-magic-involved tea and just hover her face over it before taking a few sips. How to talk to Defiance about this? Her friend was still mad at her probably... Gods all above, she couldn't even imagine having that talk right now.

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 Posted: Feb 17 2015, 11:33 PM
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Skeezix didn't look good. Not just because she was sulking in a corner in a pile of blankets and pillows, but also physically. Something was different. Maybe she'd been looking at houses as well. It made people sick.

Or maybe she was actually sick? Like, really? She looked bad enough for that to be accurate. Maybe it was something troll-related again. Maybe she'd sniffed the wrong moss or eaten the bad kind of mushrooms. It wasn't really any of his business anyway. He wasn't her legal guardian, so not knowing these things was absolutely logical. And this soup was kinda bad and that was why Ilyas was not feeling hungry anymore. Not other reason.

See? He was still perfectly capable of lying to himself. It was good to know.

Just because he went over there didn't make him a good person or anything. Hell no. He was just trying to get his appetite back, which she'd stolen from him. That was all. Skeezix probably didn't even see him coming either, but she didn't have to. There would be a clunk on the table from the bottle of hard liquor placed there.

Because it solved problems, or at least made you temporarily forget about them.

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 Posted: Feb 17 2015, 11:46 PM
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The heavy clunk-slrrgsh of the bottle of hard liquor hitting the table startled Skeezix and her face shot up in fear to stare at the source, like some scared stray animal. No, today was not a good 'learning about troll things' day, her eyes were fully green though the pupils were still in human-range. Today was a day to be completely fricking bald from the neck up. Yes, that included eyelashes, eyebrows and nose hairs and was not a pretty look on her.

Oh.

Bloody. Bless his heart, it was in the right place, if this was meant to help her right now but oh god that... was a bad ideas. She tried so very hard to smile at him for this. "...I d-ddd-d-ddddrink that... I know I'm gonna end up p-p-p-p-punching trrrrrrraincars in a hour."

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Ilyas Aylin
 Posted: Feb 17 2015, 11:59 PM
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Put the bottle down on the table, walk away and eat. And actually enjoy the meal, because it was free of any charge and it was better than what Ilyas usually ate. Yes, even though he'd just told himself he didn't really like it. That was then, this was now. Turning, walking away and eating. A solid plan with no flaws.

Except that Skeezix thought it would be a bad idea to be punching traincars. What was bad about that? Sounded like venting to Ilyas. Venting was good, right? Some people punched traincars, others stormed Oberon House.

Venting.

He just shrugged lightly. If she didn't want it, fine. If she didn't want it in his presence, fine too. He had a meal to get back to anyway. So the bottle would remain on the table, at least for now. Ilyas wasn't sure if this place was like the Digger Houses and you weren't allowed to bring booze, but hell. It was here now. Better put it to good use.

Ilyas turned. There was a soup bowl on the bar calling his name. However that soup bowl found out what his name was in the first place? Another Bordertown mystery.

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 Posted: Feb 18 2015, 12:28 AM
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"Please sit..." She spoke softly. Which given that her usual voice sounded raspy, made those words had come from the mouth of old grandma Gerrick VonKittenSquisher. She just...sounded more utterly tired than anything. Talking hurt, breathing through her nose felt like someone was trying to blow baking soda covered sand up through her entire fucking nose. Panting like an a cornered animal with their teeth bared was looking like a viable course of action.

It was with great solemnity she grabbed the neck of the bottle to pick it up and closely eyeball the amber contents with a little less strain."It's damned useful even. What do you think?"

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Ilyas Aylin
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Sit? There was a place for Dumbass in the pillow-fort? Skeezix had to know that was a waste of the pillow-fort, yet she seemed sick enough not to care.

So something was, like, really wrong.

Normally, Ilyas would’ve declined and said something about food on a bar that couldn’t go to waste – because everyone knew how he felt about such a thing – and would’ve just left. And the urge to do so now was pretty big too, but there were other urges as well that usually came up around fragile girls with sad voices and teary eyes. Ignoring those urges, Ilyas just sat on the edge of the booth.

Because, you know, he’d be able to run, should the need arise.

He really wasn’t so interested in what was going on with Skeezix. He wasn’t. He was just here, because he was hungry and.. because.. Well. Who cared. No one was asking anyway. He’d come up with that excuse when he had to.

Of course Ilyas thought booze was useful. He would’ve have offered it if he didn’t. He nodded. He could’ve spoken up, but then, he’d probably say something she considered dumb and that would happen. So perhaps silence was better?

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 Posted: Feb 18 2015, 01:02 AM
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Silences were huge things that begged to be filled sometimes, other times it seemed to roar as loudly as any mosh pit at a punk rock show. She caught the nod that crossed over that void and nodded in response before going on. "...good for cooking...but...I think.... it might be b-better put t...t.t...to...great trade good."

She tried to signal one of the cooks. Okay, massive amount of ignorance aside, at this point the girl would have pissed on a live sparkplug if it had a chance of making her feel any better. Drinking was not pissing-on-live-sparkplug level of pain, drinking was a much larger, meaner level of pain that liked to disguise itself as a pussycat. "I got ...no fucking idea.. about how t-t-to tt-t-turn this..." She held the bottle up again in a shake at one of the other patrons, smoking something especially thick and pungent. "...into something like....tthhat...though...."

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Cooking. Booze for cooking. Damn, that was rich people talk. People who could afford to pour booze onto their food. To put it in some pan and watch it evaporate. What a fucking waste.

Speaking of things that physically hurt Ilyas, that was definitely on the list.

“You drink it.” Okay, it was probably on now and it would take just a couple of seconds before she would yell something at him about how the words coming from his mouth were stupid, but he simply didn’t quite understand her confusion. Or his own. Why was she swinging the bottle at random people out there? Could she not unscrew the thing herself?

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"...Blondie...if I g-g-get dd...drunk I'm a.." She looked at him before sighing and trying to just pinch inward again. Saying it was horrible...but it was there ..well Frost Giant there was...doing his level best to help. Did he know what'd happened? Oh fuck no, probably not even the damnedest clue. Except he had shown up with a bottle of whiskey that would have knocked out a human. Maybe it didn't knock out whatever she was. "...I won't p-p-pass out, even if I drink all of this tonight. It's n-n-not that I don't wanna, cuz I like the burn b-b-but.."

There was the other option...

"The idea..of trading this for pot is sounding really, really good right now."

Not a fucking clue if that was a good or a bad decision at this point. One, no clue what it'd do to her if it didn't work. Two, no clue what it'd do to her if it DID work. Three, the first two options were still better than feeling like hell at this moment.

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Okay, so getting drunk to temporarily forget about taunting issues was out of the question, but getting high was a better solution. Nonsensical bullshit. People in this town just did not make sense. They sacrificed their entire income for a roof over their head and preferred getting high over getting drunk.

Ilyas was such a foreigner here.

Trading a bottle of good, quality liquor for some plants sounded like an absolute waste. Hell, it was almost offensive. He supposed, though, that he’d more or less given the bottle to her now, so that probably made it Skeezix’s decision what she wanted to do with it and he wasn’t really in the position to convince her to do otherwise. Why would he anyway? As if she would take advice from the town’s fool.

As if anyone would. As if anyone should.

Again, he would shrug lightly. “Do what you want.” If she thought some plant leaves would make her feel better than booze and a pillow-fort, she could as well try.

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...well then... first thing to do was tuck that paper bundle inside of the bag buried in her fort. The coils of braid slid around inside as she picked it up, with a soft rustling shoffff. Extricating herself from the pillow fort seemed like a delicate process, at least in that she wanted to be able to get that comfortable again. It had better be worth the amount of pain it took to get up and move around for a while. Only after she was certain of how steadily she could stand. For more than a second she stood blinking blearily into the bright light, and winced at it. Then, sucking in some breath, she looked around for the nearest waiter. Person. Thing.

There was determination, edging out just ahead of the fear and pain. God damn if she was going to spend tonight in pain. Fuck that noise hard, with the most unpleasant strap-on possible. "I wanna not hurt tonight."

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Ilyas Aylin
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That was what the booze had been for; not hurting. Maybe it worked differently for girls. Maybe it worked differently for girls, especially if they were also trolls with green eyes and a short fuse. Who knew. Ilyas didn’t, and he thought it was better to just accept this and focus on other things.

Like where was he going to find another bottle of liquor on short notice? What was he going to barter with to get it? All valuable goods were gone. It was more likely that this was just going to be another one of those cold nights filled with bad dreams and no distraction.

Also known as life.

Oh well. At least one of them would possible get a break from that. So he nodded again, and waited for Skeezix to do what she was going to do while he drummed his fingers on the table lightly. And assumed that, if she wanted him to leave, she’d make it clear.

Making things clear had never been an issue in the past.

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"Please watch my stuff, I trust ya." Was a whisper as the girl went past. She tottered to the waiter and asked politely what a bottle of whiskey could buy. Not all people went for the beer and weed after all. It was a quick conversation carried out over the waiter's shoulder as they made their rounds for empties before she was gestured to head into the inventory room, which smelled the most pungently of all, but otherwise after she ducked back behind the swinging doors for their special inventory, it really didn't seem all that much different than any of the other kitchens. Which really did help, in a way. Navigating kitchens was good clean fun.

Okay, she'd completed step one: find out where pot is. Great, gold star! Next challenge, bartering. It took a moment for her to write down a recipe for a good soup to try as well. It worked out to a 1/4 oz baggie and a wooden pipe with a metal screen in it, but she got the feeling it could've been a 1/2 oz if she'd been a little more willing to cook for them.

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