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"Ugh, please tell me you smell that." Lust shot a look across the room to her brother.

"Aqua Velva? Shit, tell me about it. Apparently someone's been taking their daddy's advice---"

"No, you fucking idiot! Other," she sniffed at the air again,"don't tell me you haven't been catching onto that all night."

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For Quinn, Twitch would brave the crowd tonight. Hell, this bash was bigger than when DS showed up the first time. Her polite "excuse me"s and "behind you"s hardly made an impact as she wiggled through the crowd of stragglers that lined the outer edge of the dance floor.

Deep inhale, slow exhale. Her mantra worked wonders under stress.

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The man walked to the bar with a look of absolute tiredness. His eyes were heavy, face wearied, the lines crossing his forehead deep and furrowed. He leant against the oak and for a moment simply rested; then, with what looked like immense effort, opened his mouth to speak.

"Water, please."

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The pain is never immediate. It's the shock that comes first. The body's reaction to "shit, this isn't right". Then the brain kicks in with the acknowledgment of what just happened. An invasion of its host by a foreign object, cold and sharp and deadly. The tearing of skin and muscle, the destruction of blood vessels and nerves. And then the pain. Then that's when things get interesting.

With pain comes two things. One can either wallow in it and give in, or fight and survive. Oberon was not the type to bow down to his own demise. No...he vowed to never let himself die without a fight.

But to his dismay, that was what was happening. He was dying...with a treacherous knife in his gut.

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Much pondering can be done over a pint.

A tankard sloshed lazily onto the grimy plank of solid wood used as a poor excuse of a tavern bar. Oberon grumbled the notion under his breath as he all but threw his coin as payment and went about swallowing the bitter brew. His pondering this day had nothing to do with his sordid life, and all to do about the emptying of the grog and next time it should be filled, wherein he could drown out the sordidness he wished to ignore.

There were plenty of bodies filling the would-be vacant spaces of the village pub. He'd stopped here only briefly on his journeys to fill the pit of his gut with food and beer. He'd then sleep in an alleyway, or a hovel of trees...whatever was within stumbling distance.

He shuffled his way through the crowd to the nearest table, grabbing the arm of a young serving girl on his way. He shook her in his hold to get her attention and ordered a plate of the daily special, giving no mind to what it might be. Quite blatantly offended, she marched off in a huff to do as he demanded.

Oberon was not a man of politeness, and "asking" was not notable in his etiquette.


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Now that the seemingly typical Summer Hiatus of Icarus Down is over, I wanted to start out with something fresh and totally plot unrelated because Lawrie is taking his sweet sweet time writing anything *narrows eyes pointedly in his general direction*. I know I failed miserably on the Golden Hind story (last entry), but I -swear- it will eventually get finished. I've sat here for the past however many hours and contemplated which characters to touch base with and the only ones I could come up with are Faye and her boyfriend Drake.

These two are little-known in this world, and in all honesty, haven't been a huge focal point for various reasons. We've seen Faye in action, but not much with Drake other than Hyde getting under his skin (haha, I made a pun). So, I figured it only fair that I give a little insight on these two. There probably won't be much else about them in-depth. Futhermore...enjoy the story.




"I'm home!"

Faye laughed. Drake had a dry sense of humor, but she found it endearing. They weren't home. In fact, they were miles from it, staying at his parent's vacation house for a week. It was the first time they'd shared a place together all alone in the---how many years now?---they'd been dating.

"What'd you bring me?"

"Oh, nothing much," Drake approached the bench swing she was curled up on that sat in the sun-room patio. He had a cloth bag bunched up in his hands.

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Rheit had been sitting in the house alone, vegetating in front of the television when the door from the garage flung open. Giggling followed the slamming door along with the rustling of bags and the click of heels on hardwood floor. From the obvious sounds of it, Delena and Mani were home. The two had been spending a lot of time together since Mani had arrived for a visit. She was only staying for a few more days before she had to leave for a tour in Europe. She had decided to continue her career as a concert violinist after being offered a hefty sum by a very wealthy fan. It had been hard to turn away. No one could blame her either.

The laughter continued into the living room until the girls spotted Rheit, who was in the middle of flipping through channels. Delena stood behind him and bent down to kiss the top of his head.

"How was your day sweetie?"

He just shrugged, then turned to look at the two girls. "Boring."

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Hyde and Nakoa spent many nights in his basement level apartment sitting around a bowl of popcorn with the television on. Though, lately they rarely paid attention to what flashed about on the screen. It became more of a background accompaniment to their discussions.

Nakoa had had no idea how well versed Hyde was in natural, and biblical history. He knew something about every religion, ancient societies and culture, various languages, geography, mythology---he was an untapped fountain of knowledge and an amazing storyteller. And the only thing he could ever contribute on this knowledge to was:

"I liked school."

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The long awaited (eh...maybe?) character bios are here! This, like most anything in ID-world is a constant Work In Progress. Any questions, comments, or corrections, please leave in the designated area on this post.

Sincerely,

Icarus Down Writing Staff



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