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undergrounds2016-05-09 07:38 pm
bychoice) wrote in undergrounds2016-05-09 07:38 pm
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Oh my God Please help me (May Catch-All)
1. Election protests [backdated]
There wasn't much Dorian hated more than elections. They were boring at the best of times because people were above being publicly demonic or they were terrifying because nobody cared about anything but winning. Either way, he wasn't fond of them and here he was in London at the height of the Night Council's own circus.
If you can't beat them, join them - right?
Well, maybe Dorian decided to go about 'joining' a little differently. He'd grown up with black and white magic mingled together seamlessly. Milan didn't have the same stark lines as London did for some reason - something he missed about home. So instead of joining Daybreak and being sanctioned to use his magic, Dorian put his name in with the rest of the Midnight witches - though he decided to be louder than some about it.
During the last few days of the campaign Dorian attended all the protests he could manage. School had only just started, there wasn't much to do besides plan out the rest of his term. He kept odd hours because of the protests to Sylvia and the Night Council.
Eventually, the elections came. There wasn't anything illegal about standing outside polling centers and urging people to reconsider their votes for anti-Midnight candidates.
"This is going well." He sighed, looking up at the sky for a moment after another rousing lecture from a Daybreak supporter.
2. Daybreak Beltane sucks
Dorian didn't know what he was expecting from Beltane this year. Maybe to feel a little less like he'd stepped out of the frying pan that was home and into the fire? But all he could think of was how much trouble he was going to get into here and the thought was enough to send him back to the booze this little bonfire party was supplying time and again.
He'd gotten a few stink eyes from those who'd seen him in protests and from those who saw him drinking his weight in alcohol. Let them stare, he thought bitterly, at least they have something pretty to look at.
In an idiotic and tipsy attempt to strike up a conversation with someone that wouldn't spit on him, Dorian spoke to the person who only just arrived at the table for the refreshments after him.
Though, naturally, saying hello was for amateurs. For those truly adept at not making any friends, a fed up grimace and:
"Good God, I don't think I've been this bored since my grandmother forced me to learn flower arranging."
was enough to be considered a token effort.
His mother would probably be rolling her grave. If she were dead.
Was he so drunk he couldn't come up with a proper idiom?
3. Going Home with a Vampire
If you asked him the name of the bar, Dorian wouldn't be able to tell you. He didn't even bother looking before going inside and making a beeline for the bartender. Who he decided to spend the night and early morning flirting with viciously. He was making up for lost time here. It had taken him a good week or so to realize that he didn't have to hide who he was or who he found attractive. It was sort of liberating.
Liberation often led to poor decisions.
Either Dorian hadn't been looking, or hadn't cared that the bartender in question had slipped something into his drink. More than likely he'd been too distracted by how handsome the man was to notice. Also, distracted by the fact that the man was a vampire who was very obviously propositioning him.
Dorian downed the dosed drink with a private little smile and a nod to the man's offer.
He didn't seem to notice he was listing to the side far too much for someone who'd only had three drinks tonight as the bartender escorted him outside and down the block. Dorian could tell that something was wrong but...he couldn't seem to figure out what as the vampire led him easily away from the well lit portion of the street...
4. Wildcard
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There wasn't much Dorian hated more than elections. They were boring at the best of times because people were above being publicly demonic or they were terrifying because nobody cared about anything but winning. Either way, he wasn't fond of them and here he was in London at the height of the Night Council's own circus.
If you can't beat them, join them - right?
Well, maybe Dorian decided to go about 'joining' a little differently. He'd grown up with black and white magic mingled together seamlessly. Milan didn't have the same stark lines as London did for some reason - something he missed about home. So instead of joining Daybreak and being sanctioned to use his magic, Dorian put his name in with the rest of the Midnight witches - though he decided to be louder than some about it.
During the last few days of the campaign Dorian attended all the protests he could manage. School had only just started, there wasn't much to do besides plan out the rest of his term. He kept odd hours because of the protests to Sylvia and the Night Council.
Eventually, the elections came. There wasn't anything illegal about standing outside polling centers and urging people to reconsider their votes for anti-Midnight candidates.
"This is going well." He sighed, looking up at the sky for a moment after another rousing lecture from a Daybreak supporter.
2. Daybreak Beltane sucks
Dorian didn't know what he was expecting from Beltane this year. Maybe to feel a little less like he'd stepped out of the frying pan that was home and into the fire? But all he could think of was how much trouble he was going to get into here and the thought was enough to send him back to the booze this little bonfire party was supplying time and again.
He'd gotten a few stink eyes from those who'd seen him in protests and from those who saw him drinking his weight in alcohol. Let them stare, he thought bitterly, at least they have something pretty to look at.
In an idiotic and tipsy attempt to strike up a conversation with someone that wouldn't spit on him, Dorian spoke to the person who only just arrived at the table for the refreshments after him.
Though, naturally, saying hello was for amateurs. For those truly adept at not making any friends, a fed up grimace and:
"Good God, I don't think I've been this bored since my grandmother forced me to learn flower arranging."
was enough to be considered a token effort.
His mother would probably be rolling her grave. If she were dead.
Was he so drunk he couldn't come up with a proper idiom?
3. Going Home with a Vampire
If you asked him the name of the bar, Dorian wouldn't be able to tell you. He didn't even bother looking before going inside and making a beeline for the bartender. Who he decided to spend the night and early morning flirting with viciously. He was making up for lost time here. It had taken him a good week or so to realize that he didn't have to hide who he was or who he found attractive. It was sort of liberating.
Liberation often led to poor decisions.
Either Dorian hadn't been looking, or hadn't cared that the bartender in question had slipped something into his drink. More than likely he'd been too distracted by how handsome the man was to notice. Also, distracted by the fact that the man was a vampire who was very obviously propositioning him.
Dorian downed the dosed drink with a private little smile and a nod to the man's offer.
He didn't seem to notice he was listing to the side far too much for someone who'd only had three drinks tonight as the bartender escorted him outside and down the block. Dorian could tell that something was wrong but...he couldn't seem to figure out what as the vampire led him easily away from the well lit portion of the street...
4. Wildcard
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"Oh, I'm sure there's more than just the two of us. This is the kind of group that just screams 'kill me now'."
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Or some other equipment to play a quick prank. Salt in a punch bowl could happen, but that just ruined a night usually.
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"Now that would be fantastic. If I were any further into my cups I might take you up on that."
He could certainly function as a firecracker if needs be...
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After all, what's the point of a party if you can't have any fun at it. Then it just becomes a dull meeting, and Sirius has had his fair share of those.
"Well, let me know when you are. I can't really see the excitement ramping up any time soon."