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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jan 11, 2010 22:59:45 GMT -5
Maybe for a brief insane moment Quinn thought about it, thought about doing things Kiley had dreamed off talked of, quiet rebellions. Still, she shook her head, a tiny fright telling her that if she did that somehow he'd know. "My inner demons might tattle to the walls. I hear they have ears around here." That and her step-father might have more than just ears here. "I guess I'll have to leave that to my imaginations. Probably tastes better there too." She grinned though, remembering a friend of her mothers who smoked a delightful smelling cherry cigarette. "Unless it tastes like fruit."
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Post by Trent Frey on Jan 12, 2010 0:05:05 GMT -5
This was all a little too surreal, but all the same, Lyric looked both ways down the corridor, his cigarette burning off and forgotten for the moment. "Do you like strawberry?" he asked, his voice lowering so it wouldn't carry, so if there was anyone else around, they wouldn't be able to overhear. "I don't have flavored cigarettes, but I've got something else."
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jan 12, 2010 0:11:59 GMT -5
Quinn looked up at Lyric blinking a moment, having absolutely no idea what he was talking about, but getting that maybe she should. Her fingers twisted into her hair for a few seconds, it seemed like a long time as she contemplated what he could possibly mean, but in reality no one would have noticed. "I like strawberry," was all that she could manage, and even that was with a bit of a blush, she felt like she should know something.
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Post by Trent Frey on Jan 12, 2010 0:51:55 GMT -5
Lyric glanced down the corridor again, his nerves suddenly stretched tight. He didn't like doing this, didn't like feeding other people's habits, but he didn't have a choice if he wanted to feed his own. He couldn't sell himself, couldn't, so this was all he had. "I've got strawberry," he said. "It'll make you feel really good for a while." He wasn't much of a salesman, but then, he only needed enough to pay for what he needed.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jan 12, 2010 0:56:19 GMT -5
Quinn's brow furrowed as she turned her face up towards him, "why would a strawberry make me feel really good for a while. I mean it tastes nice, but I didn't think cigarettes were supposed to make you feel...good." Good wasn't the way she'd heard it described. Cigarettes were supposed to calm you, sure, and cigars...well men smoked them to celebrate right?
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Post by Trent Frey on Jan 12, 2010 1:34:04 GMT -5
Lyric blinked slowly, thrown completely off-guard by that. Hadn't she just been telling him about her inner demons and people finding out? Hadn't she just turned down a cigarette because she'd wanted something fruit-flavored? "Seriously?" he asked, though he didn't expect an understandable answer. He glanced around the corridor again, then looked back at the girl whose name he'd already forgotten. He shook his head and took a long drag off what was left of his wasted cigarette, the words never mind escaping with a cloud of smoke.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jan 12, 2010 9:23:09 GMT -5
Quinn's brow furrowed deeper, "what do you mean?" She thought about everything he'd said and still wasn't sure, she'd thought they were talking about strawberries. "My mother...her friend smoked cherry cigarettes....they smelled good. But...my step-father, he'd...well it wouldn't end well if he found out I was smoking." Hell it wouldn't end well if he found out that she'd been doing half of the things that she'd been doing.
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Post by Trent Frey on Jan 12, 2010 13:53:44 GMT -5
"Then don't let him find out," Lyric said. It was the simplest solution, and one that had worked for years before it had gotten out of control. It would be easier to hide this time, with him so far from home. "If you want one, have one. I don't have cherry, though. Just these and a few cloves." He wouldn't push them on her, though. If he was trapped in the castle, he didn't feel like running out and trying to find a student he could bum one off without word getting back to someone who shouldn't know.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jan 12, 2010 14:22:32 GMT -5
Quinn's teeth chewed the edge of her mouth for a moment, "I don't know." Kiley would do it, she would say to live one day was better than trying to exist for the rest. "How...bad do they actually taste?" She was fighting against herself, not against her sister she reminded herself. She didn't mind standing around with people who were smoking, it was a shock walking into the cloud of smoke without realizing it, but then again, she hadn't really been watching where she was going.
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Post by Trent Frey on Jan 12, 2010 15:15:23 GMT -5
"Depends on the cigarette," Lyric said, glancing back at the girl from where his gaze had strayed to the window. She really did look interested, and it was the least of the things he had in his possession, so he went on. "They're a little bitter at first, but you get used to it fast." And if she didn't know where to get them, which seemed like a real possibility, he'd be fine with selling her a pack now and then. Every Sickle would help.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jan 12, 2010 15:18:15 GMT -5
Quinn still wasn't sure, she didn't like the idea of something being bitter, and then getting better. To her that was like saying that when her step-father beat her she'd eventually get used to it. She shook her head, "I don't think I like things that...take getting used to, they remind me of things I'd rather forget." She sighed as she looked out the window, the light framing her hair and highlighting strands of gold that were there. "When did you start smoking?"
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Post by Trent Frey on Jan 12, 2010 16:17:46 GMT -5
Lyric narrowed his eyes again, resentful of her continuous barrage of questions. "When I was thirteen," he said. "When did you start trying to make friends with people who aren't interested?" What did it matter when he'd started smoking? What did any of this matter, and why hadn't she gotten a clue and left? Did being a glutton for punishment mean she was stupid, too?
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jan 12, 2010 16:25:17 GMT -5
Quinn looked away a sheen of tears in her eyes for a moment. "When my twin sister died and I was left without a built in friend." She could tell he was striking out, could tell that he didn't want to talk about his smoking, and that was fine, but that didn't mean she wouldn't keep trying. Not until she knew that it wouldn't work or that he would leave.
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Post by Trent Frey on Jan 12, 2010 18:04:03 GMT -5
Lyric's jaw tensed at the girl's answer and he looked away again, back out the window to what he could still make out of the grounds. There was a moment of profound silence while he took a drag off his cigarette, finishing it off. Then he murmured a low sorry and snuffed the cig out on the window ledge before drawing his wand to vanish it. He didn't know anything about siblings or friends, and he'd never experienced a family death, but he might as well have. It was an entirely different issue than most people's break-ups and over-protective parents.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Jan 12, 2010 18:56:26 GMT -5
Quinn shrugged, "I'm...dealing. Obviously not very well, since I have yet to make a single real friend. A few people talk to me again." She sighed as she turned her head back over the grounds, following Lyric's gaze for a moment. "My sister would have taken the cigarette. Just to piss on my family." Quinn shrugged, she'd always been the one to hold the glue together though, make sure Kiley's indiscretions went unnoticed.
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