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Post by thelonlysoldier714 on Jul 24, 2009 16:14:03 GMT -5
Jack sat in his room on the table with a small glass of English scotch. It was atleast 2 am in the morning and his reacurring dreams was the always the cause. He's standing on on a dock with the lights that shine down around the place surrounded but a massive lake of blood and a puddles of blood from his mother and father and his sister that he once killed after they were ghouls, his uncal who is hunged which was weird cause he had killed him by also trying to kill himself, but failed, then there's the two worlds. One was the world of humanity, were he was close to death and drifted to the world for a peaceful death and then there is the world of the unliving dead (vampires and ghouls if they did wish to take that path or dragged into it) this is were jack gives up on dying and takes the world with the Unliving.
None of this makes sence to him at all. His dream was always at the same. Ever since he was bitten by his uncal he been having these dreams and they seem to change over the years as the world got more modern. Everything was so quiet and his thoughts just seem to be out of place. "...shit..." he said to himself solftly. He grassped the promising glass of scotch and sipped it. The taste didn't both him one bit he sighed then shook his head.
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Jul 26, 2009 19:19:43 GMT -5
"Ahhh...Drinking away sorrows...Thats no fun unless you call your best friend in to join you..." Allastor had slipped in the door and shut it behind him. "Same dream again, eh Jack...?" He sat down before one of his only remaining best friends as he poured himself a glass. "You aren't alone in this buddy...I dunno if this means anything or not...but I don't have anything left either." He looked at Jack. "Mum and Dad are dead...and the only two friends I have are you and Pip...I don't even have my two hounds anymore...and they were the last things keeping me sane..." He smirked a bit as his eyes reflected his pain, downing the alcohol. "Here's to Lady Misery..." He raised a full glass into the air.
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Post by thelonlysoldier714 on Jul 27, 2009 1:03:05 GMT -5
"cheers to that, brother" he said as he made a toast to Lady misery with the two friends glass clinging together and guzzled the scotch down. "And i thought world war 2 was a bitch." he poured another glass of scotch and looked at the liquid in his glass. "lots of good men died." he glanced at the radio remote and he decided to put HIS kind of soothing music, since it was only himself and Allastor. The CD played bits of red hot chili peppers and lots of metallica which was playing now Sanaterium.
Jack push his glass aside then looked up at Alastor. "Most of it was that bastard captains doing and his nut case Major...my father made swords, my Sister was to get married, my mother, well, she did what all the girls did in Italy. Clean." it was long times far from this life. "I'd go out and fish with this old man and bring back Large mouth and cook them up and my Uncal would be there just to make sure if my old man had swords for him to sell...yup good times." a smirk fell from Jacks face. It was the only memories he had to hold on too. "It was waaayyy long ago."
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Post by tosca on Jul 27, 2009 4:03:07 GMT -5
Tosca could smell Jack and Allastor from down the hall and the alcohol that they were drinking. She paused for a second while she debated going to see them or not and decided that she would at least for a short while. Hellsing's halls were richly coloured and as she reached the right door she knocked on it twice and waited for a response.
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Jul 27, 2009 12:42:05 GMT -5
Slumped back in the chair listening to Jack's story. He didn't know whether to say anything or not as he poured another glass full. Upon hearing the knock he leaned his head back gazing at the door. It wasn't his place to say 'come in.'
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Post by thelonlysoldier714 on Jul 27, 2009 18:56:44 GMT -5
Jack reconized the scent then shrugged. another guess wouldnt be too bad. "you can come in, Tosca" he got up out of his seat to get another glass.
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Post by Sir Allastor Winfield on Jul 27, 2009 20:51:32 GMT -5
He smirked before leaning back in the chair some. "Hell...lets get Pip in here and have a gold old fashioned party!"
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Post by thelonlysoldier714 on Jul 28, 2009 9:55:25 GMT -5
"we really should," he reached for a clean glass and he brought it back to the table. To the table to the door he walked over and open the door for Tosca. "hello" he said.
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Post by tosca on Jul 28, 2009 13:08:28 GMT -5
"Hey," she smiled and walked into the room. "Do you have any wine?" she enquired as she removed her coat and scarf, it was quite warm. Tosca found an empty seat and took it. "So what's the occassion for all the drinking?" she asked.
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Post by thelonlysoldier714 on Jul 28, 2009 14:31:37 GMT -5
"I couldn't sleep. figure I throw a mini party, mix things up a little" Jack smiled back at her then walked over to were he keeps his alcohol and went threw it. the cabnet was very about the same cold tempature as his body and he was cold "lets see...French vodka...Irish rum...Ah! White wine" he brought it over to the table popped the cork with his nail then poured a glass for Tosca. "soo, what bring you down this way?" he asked her.
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Post by tosca on Jul 28, 2009 16:43:46 GMT -5
Tosca smiled a thanks and took a sip. "i was just exploring some more," she told him. "I thought i best know my way around, im guessing people that work at Hellsing live here?" she asked both of them.
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Post by Pip on Jul 28, 2009 22:46:31 GMT -5
Pip rapped on the door with his knuckles before coming in. "So word of mouth travels fast and I've been told there is a little party going on ..." Walking over to Jack and giving him a hearty pat on the back he pulled out a flask from his jacket and gave it to him. "Here you are mon ami! A little bit of dis stuff and you would forget all your problems! That there is some of the finest a fée verte I can get my hands on!" Plopping himself down on a nearby chair and reclining back he angled his head towards Tosca and tipped his hat while introducing himself. "Bonsoir mon ami! je m'appelle Pip Bernadotte"
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Post by thelonlysoldier714 on Jul 29, 2009 0:27:27 GMT -5
The moment was pretty Ironic. Funny how downing your sorrows became a fun time at night. Nevertheless, jack sat by Tosca doing his daily thing forget his dreams but at a new approach "Well yeah, it beats paying rent for a couple pounds" Jack open the cap from Pip's flask and took a sip. "Oooh man, pretty good stuff" Jack shook his head. "what was this stuff again, Pip?"
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Post by tosca on Jul 29, 2009 3:20:17 GMT -5
Tosca smiled with amusement at Pip. "I'm Tosca," she replied as she took in his scent. She took another sip of her wine and looked at Jack. "Drowning your sorrows only works for so long," she told him seriously.
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Post by thelonlysoldier714 on Jul 29, 2009 9:28:06 GMT -5
Jack knew that truth when he started being a vampire. "Yeah, but it has its times." He handed the flask to Pip then sipped his scotch. "I bet the Vets of World War 2 are still jealous that i can still hold my bottle perfect, since i can never get drunk."
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