For the first time in a long time, Brishen was in the Canada. It was the only place he'd really been to that was on the continent of North America. He tended not to leave Europe or Asia, but when he did, he came here. The house he was sitting in now was one of the three he owned around the world. He had inherited a lot from his mother, more than just his powers it seemed.
The old Victorian styled house was in need or many repairs, but Brishen didn't spend much time in it to really care enough to fix it up, or hire someone to do it for him. The chair in which he sat was a new addition though, something he had picked up since the last one he used had broken. An amused expression came across his face when he thought of how he had been sitting in said chair when it had decided to simply fall to the floor, taking Brishen with it.
Finally, the fire that was burning in the fireplace was no longer enough entertainment for the elemental, for he stood up, grabbed his jacket, and walked out the front door, locking it behind him. The nearest town was about a mile and a half walk from his front porch, and he started that walk, with his hands deep in his pockets and his jacket hood drawn up.
His mind drifted off as his feet continued to carry him in the direction of the town. He thought of his friend in Brazil that had taught him so much, and then he thought back on his mother. And lastly, came his father, the man who probably hated him. It wouldn't surprise him if his own father despised him. He was certain the old man blamed him for his mother leaving him, but he didn't care. He believed his mom would've left him eventually anyway.
The sounds of people talking, doors opening and closing, and dogs barking brought him back to what was happening in front of him. Since he hadn't been paying attention, the walk hadn't seemed as long.
Spotting the bar he frequently went to when he was here, he headed in the direction of it, and then stepped inside. It was noticeably warmer in the building than outside. He went to a vacant bar stool and sat down. He ordered a beer and a shot of whiskey. He drained the whiskey when he came to him, and then sipped the beer. His mind started to drift off once more.
Post by Alwyn Caroline Lefae on Sept 24, 2014 21:36:59 GMT -5
Alwyn knew she was much too young to be in this bar, but the wonders of modern technology gave her the fake ID that now sat in her pocket as she ordered yet another hot tottie. It was probably her third or fourth, but she didn't care. She had escaped to Canada for awhile, suddenly loathing the desert she grew up in. Her brother's death was still fresh in her mind, and she would give anything to make it go away.
As she was sipping her newest drink, a man sat next to her. Her lip lifted in disgust as he ordered a beer. How could anyone stand to drink that piss? "Tastes like someone drank a gallon of vinegar and then pissed in my mouth. That's what it tastes like." She muttered, not caring if the man next to her heard her. She had tried all of the beers known to America and Canada on her way up, always making sure to use a different ID every time, so as to not get caught in her lie. Even now, she still had ten or twenty sitting in her backpack.
As she sat thinking about the piss water she had tasted on her way to the Great North, her mind began to wander. She had met many nice people on her trek, and pitied a few who had become her dinner. This, of course, led her mind back to the Sonoran Desert. Her home, her life. And the thing she was running away from. After her brother's death, she had gone berserk. Killing the group she felt responsible, then killing the man that had taken her in. Unknown to her, many of the hoodlums who she killed had very rich parents, who now wanted her dead or in prison. Or better yet, thrown in jail then killed. But, she made it a habit of not caring. Alwyn figured she'd lay low for a year or two, use fake IDs and the bank account in her brother's name until this all blew over.
And it would. If there was one thing Alfrun had taught her, it was that trouble always left once the trail ran cold. At the thought of her brother's name, a tear rolled down Alwyn's cheek. Angrily, she brushed it away and downed the rest of her drink. She waved the bartender over and asked for an Inception, smiling in relief when she didn't have to explain what it was. She pulled out her phone and played a game until the bartender came back with her drink.
Brishen was snapped out his thoughts almost suddenly, and with nothing to blame for it. It was then he noticed the woman he had sat next to. How anyone could miss her was a mystery to him and he couldn't believe he had done it. The girl's wildly colored hair and clothing choices were enough for anyone to look at her. But somehow, he had failed to notice. He looked at what she was drinking and then down at his own drink and suddenly didn't want it. He wasn't sure why, but the drink was unpleasant in look and taste to him.
The man couldn't remember a time when he hadn't had beer to drink. He occasionally got drunk off scotch and whiskey, but beer was the drink he went to the most. Almost as soon as he was of legal age in another country, he had started drinking beer. There was no reason for him to suddenly dislike the drink, but he did. And it was strange. Brishen sighed and set down the mug of beer, pushing it away from him and resting his head in his hands. "Ce este în neregulă cu mine?" He sighed and shook his head to himself before turning his attention back on the woman beside him.
She had spoken English and there was no doubt in his mind that she was from the U.S. He wanted to ask her all sorts of questions about the place, and about herself of course, but he couldn't find it in himself to do so. His tongue felt heavy in his mouth and he silently gawked at himself. He had never been tongue-tied around a woman, and never been left speechless by the mere sight of one either. Brishen looked at the woman again before returning his gaze to the drink before him.
She put of an...aura...of some sort. Like she was irresistible but unapproachable as well. He had never met a woman such as she, and neither had even spoken to each other.
Post by Alwyn Caroline Lefae on Oct 5, 2014 23:08:59 GMT -5
"What liquor do you want dear?" The bartender came back with the fixings of her Inception Bomb. Alwyn thought for a minute, there were so many choices! "Whiskey, please. I'd like to get fucked up tonight, I think. And can you put Monster in the bottom?" She smiled politely at the bartender as he fixed up her drink. The bartender nodded and proceeded to make the shot within a shot within a shot that was the Inception Bomb.
"You sure you can handle this missy? You seem...." The bartender trailed off, not wanting to offend Alwyn, she was sure. A knowing smile was all she gave the man as she quickly swallowed the whiskey, then the Jager Bomb, not flinching as the second glass fell into the pitcher of OJ. Now, she took her time. Alwyn grabbed the glass that had held the Jagerbomb and poured the Oj and Monster mixture into it. She felt the warmness of the hard liquor she just downed coursing it's way to her stomach and she smiled. She asked the tender for another Jagerbomb and slowly nursed her Orange Monster, as she called it.
When the man spoke, she knew that he wasn't talking to her. But, she responded anyways. "Nu știu ce e în neregulă cu tine. Nici nu știu română. Acest lucru este la fel de mult ca stiu." She smiled proudly as the little bit of Romanian came back to her from the years that her loving brother tried to teach her the impossible language. It was halting, and she was sure she mispronounced some words, but she was confident that she got her point across. She studied the man sitting next to her out of the corner of her eye as she took another sip of her Orange Monster, pouring her Jagerbomb into it once it arrived. He wasn't bad looking, she had to give him that. But there was something decidedly powerful and old about him. An old magic. She was intrigued, that was for sure. Maybe this man would allow her to get to know him? Or at least what he was?
Brishen again looked down at the mug of beer in front of him and was disgusted. He sighed and shook his head at himself before stiffening. The woman by his side had responded to his question to himself. And in Romanian as well. He smiled slightly, impressed with her ability to speak the tough language, and his eyes lit up with amusement when she mispronounced a word or two. But she had gotten her point across and he turned to look at her again. "That was very good." He nodded his head to her drink. "And an interesting choice of drink." He cocked his head at the strange concoction. He had never tired one himself on the few times he had seen it, and thought about trying it now. He then mentally shook his head and decided against it. The last thing he needed was to get drunk and try to walk home in the dark.
"Where did you learn to speak Romanian?" Brishen wanted to keep talking to her. She was interesting. From her hair to her clothes, and the fact that she knew at least a little Romanian was enough for him to want to learn more about her. The elemental turned to the bartender and ordered a different drink, a double shot of whiskey. He took the glass when it came to him and took a slow sip, enjoying the way the liquid traveled down his throat. He waited for the woman to respond.
Post by Alwyn Caroline Lefae on Oct 6, 2014 22:02:12 GMT -5
Alwyn smiled sadly at his question. Thoughts of the tireless nights her brother had spent pouring over book after book to try and get her to learn the impossible ran through her mind. "My brother. He tried to get me to learn it for years. But, I guess my mind was wired for Japanese and sign language. Not Romanian." She took another sip of her Orange Jager Monster. "He was also the one to tell me about the Inception Bomb. When we would go to bars, he would take me with him. He'd throw back three of these damn things before even feeling the first. He did that every night for months after Oka-san and Otou-san died." Those were memories she dared not tread. So, in an attempt to rid herself of the offending memories, she tilted her head to the side slightly, gazing at the man next to her. "Alwyn Lefae." She said in greeting.
Brishen watched her as she spoke to him, fascinated. She spoke highly of her brother, but it was obvious that he had died recently, or she was still grieving over it at least. Brishen knew the feeling. When his friend in Brazil had died, he had grieved greatly, but had slowly begun to move on. He still felt the sadness when ever he thought of his friend, but he had been able to get on with his life. His friend had taught him a great deal of things, and he was going to use that information to live life to its fullest.
When she held out her hand in greeting and revealed her name, Brishen smiled and took her hand, shaking it firmly. "Brishen Dalca. A pleasure to meet you Alwyn." He took another sip of his whiskey after he took his hand back. "So Japanese, huh? An interesting language. I could never speak it though."
Post by Alwyn Caroline Lefae on Oct 9, 2014 16:10:04 GMT -5
Alwyn nodded fondly. "Interesting culture also. A rich history only found in a country so old. I would never had been able to learn the language if it wasn't for my teacher in high school. She was amazing. It can be quite the language to learn. Unlike Romanian, which is just impossible unless you're native." She laughed a little then, surprising herself with the first laugh that actually sounded like a laugh. Taking another sip of her Goat Screw, as she had just decided to call this thing (since Orange Jager Bomb was just too damn long), she turned to Brishen. "What brings you to Canada? No one comes here unless they're running from something, or have family here they promised to see." She figured that since she was in such a good mood right now, and this man seemed nice enough, she might as well strike up conversation. There weren't many people that she talked to anymore, and she kept finding herself feeling lonely. Often times, she found herself talking to the memory of her brother, saying things that she would say to him and imagining his responses. It unnerved her. Maybe that was why she had stuck to very populated places on her trek up here, the want of basic human attention and affection that she had been missing since Alfrun had died...
Brishen smiled and nodded. "I agree about Romanian. I suppose I'm lucky my father was Romanian, and I grew up in the culture. And I've always been intrigued by the Japanese culture." He took another sip of his drink, more like a gulp before setting the now empty glass down. "Canada is like my sanctuary. I come here to think really. Plus it is the only place for me that doesn't hold any bad memories." He sighed and shook his head. "Not that I've been everywhere, it just seems that everywhere I have been holds a bad memory."
What the elemental said was true; as true as it could be. There were plenty of bad memories for him to avoid around the world, but Canada was not a place he came to think. It was a place where he came to drink himself into oblivion and mourn his dead friend and mother. He didn't stay in Canada very long; no more than a day or two.
He turned his attention back to Alwyn, unwilling to let the sad memories keep him from conversing with her. "What about you? What are you in Canada? What are you running from? Or what family are you visiting?"
Post by Alwyn Caroline Lefae on Oct 17, 2014 3:06:42 GMT -5
Alwyn's answering laugh was bitter. What was she running from? The list was endless... The memories of her brother's final moments. The angered parents of those hoodlums... And him. Always him. She shook her head, dispelling the bittersweet memories of her first, and final lover.
"What am I running from?" She whispered. Louder, she said "That's quite a list for me, honestly. Before I left Arizona, I managed to kick up some nasty dust. I figured I'd better beat feet before I was captured and killed. Or worse, exposed." This time, her chuckle was a little less bitter - with a tinge of residual insanity- as she remembered killing all the people who hurt her just before fleeing her homeland.
For reasons she couldn't understand-maybe it was the alcohol finally settling into her bloodstream-but she found she had an undeniable urge to open up to this man. Maybe it was because he was so forthcoming with her, saying little tidbits about his life. Either way, she found her story falling from her lips before she could stop it- and she didn't mind. Never once looking at Brishen, she started her story.
"God, it must have been almost six months ago now... My brother and I, we loved racing. We had these two classic muscle cars, matching everything. My brother knew his cars, see, and he wanted the best of the best for his baby sister. One day, we were out and about, just driving around looking for trouble, when trouble came to us. These hoodlums who had been to each of our races decided to challenge us to this really tricky piece of highway. It was always crawling with cops, but today was our lucky day since every cop in the area was chasing an escaped convict on the other side of the city. So these street-rats made their runs, all respectable. But me and Alfrun, we knew we had this race in the bag. Three more cars to add to our collection, as a couple of the kids decided to race for pinks. Everything was going fine, I made it through the tunnel. I looked back..." Here, Alwyn stopped. Something had caught in her throat and she had to take a breath. It was the first time she had thought of that day since it happened.
"One of those fuckers... They booby trapped my brother's car. They knew they were going to lose, and instead of lose gracefully, they fucking booby trapped my brother's car. Put a low-impact bomb on one side of it, and when he made it to the mouth of the tunnel, they detonated it. The blast sent my brother's car flying. It hit the cement median, upside-down, then kept flipping... I watched the whole thing out of my back window. Made me crash too... Next thing I knew, there were white walls all around me and people in scrubs yelling 'Get his bleeding stable! His BP is dropping! Doctor! Doctor Doctor!' It took them three hours... Three mother fucking, heart wrenching hours... Then the doctor came in my room and told me that there was nothing else they could do, and did I want to go say my last goodbyes? I spit in his face and said fuck you. Three days later, I was the only person standing at his grave. The last of my family, gone before my eyes... I was so pissed. Those children, they needed to pay. They needed to pay with their lives." She paused again, all of her anger coming out of that last word. Alwyn noticed with a start that she was crying, and angrily she dashed away the tears. She wasn't going to let this guy see her cry. Guys didn't like that...
"So I killed them. Tracked each one down, and killed them. The stupid thing though, they were all affluent. Little rich boys. And their mommies and daddies didn't like the fact that I came in and ended their pathetic lives. Had every cop in the county looking for me, but no one thought to just start walking into the desert. Except me, of course. I think I spent a month, maybe two out in the desert. I found a little pack of coyotes who could smell kin on me. Smell the predator within me. When I finally came back to civilization, everything had calmed down. My face was still plastered everywhere, but it seemed no one cared anymore. And then this guy... Ugh. I remember when I met him.... I needed a roommate for this apartment I was going to rent. He fit the bill, so we started living together... Until he decided he needed some sexual outlet, and I was his choice of slut. Killed him too, and again. Another affluent piece of shit... So I ran." Alwyn shrugged nonchalantly. "I ran and didn't stop 'til I hit the Four Corners. Made the nights go faster by getting myself drunk off my ass and just walking 'til I fell asleep somewhere. I hit almost every bar from the Four Corners to here." Alwyn laughed again, a bittersweet tinkling. "I'm sorry. You probably didn't want to hear any of that. But your the first person in this goddess-forsaken world to actually want to hear something like 'Why are you here?' And I haven't thought about my brother's death since the day I killed those gangbangers. It kind of all came rushing out." Alwyn downed the last of her Goat screw and waved the bartender over, silently asking for another one. Tonight, I think I'm going to get the most wasted I have ever gotten. She thought to herself.
