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1st Bite [Action/Video]

(ooc: after this mess)

[A girl with a familiar face to a local artist is sitting in Good Spirits with a nice, typically expensive bottle of whiskey. She hates whiskey. Hates alcohol on a good day.

But this is a very, very bad day. Raylene Carter is a wonderful mess right now too: hair in tangles like her sister's and leaves and dirt stuck in it. Mud caking her feet and splashing up her legs, A dirty white newcomers dress and a pair of dark brown wings that won't stop twitching.

Something happened, something that could encourage her to go right for the alcohol and get righteously pissed. Some first day.]

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[The book isn't so hard to figure out even in her inebriated state. She squints at the screen a moment before mumbling with a thick drawl:]

Someplace 'round here that sells clothes?

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[Those words make him fall quiet as he considers it. The Malnosso might not charge for the items provided, but he remembers what he had been told of drafts and shifts.]

You're right. [He's almost apologetic.] Pennies to please the prisoners. Has anyone told you much about this place yet, Helen?

People got magic books and chicken wings on their backs.

[A small twitch of a smile, to humor him.] And I hear near everythin' is free.

But other than that: no.

[He snorts in amusement. Touche.]

We're trapped here, if you haven't figured that much out already. And in exchange for this lifestyle, we get to be the subjects in experiments and drafted into wars fought by our wardens.

I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't already experienced it for myself.

[Her face turns sour at the use of the word 'wardens'. The fact that they were trapped here alone reeked of imprisonment; just with a nice view. But that...she poured herself another shot. The bottle was getting close to half-full now.]

Sounds like a great trade-off.

[He raises his own beer bottle in a toast that's every bit sarcastic as her words.]

I'm not so keen on it myself.

You got used to it though didn't you? Adapted?

Some. [He gives a casual shrug. Some parts of life in Luceti had been easier to settle in to than others. A rent free apartment, not having to worry about earning enough money for his next meal. But there was a lot more he wasn't used to.] It helped that I already had a friend from home here.

Lucky.

Yeah.

[He's not going to deny that.]

So, where are you from, Helen?

Los Angeles.

[And it's the truth. Sort of. She's been living there for almost as long as she lived in Tyson or Newford now.]

Yourself?

[A city that he's actually heard of. It makes for a nice change.]

Newford, New York.

[Because it's the places you call home that really matter rather than the ones you grew up in. He might not have lived in the city as long as he had lived in that hillbilly town not too far north, but Newford had become home in a way his parents' place had never been.]

Newford, huh? I've been there before.

[She could blame this on the drink but she felt like it wouldn't hurt her story if she just gave that little bit away.]

You have?

[There's no mistaking the surprise on his face. Aside from those who had met Jilly, he's had a hard time finding many people here who've heard of the city.

He laughs a moment later and then smiles. It's a nice change.]</small? Well, what did you think?

Lived there a while when I was younger.

[Except she looks plenty young now. Surely she must mean when she was a kid.]

It was...nice. I was -- [Not happy. No. But successful? Yes.] -- I did good there. I wish I hadn't left sometimes.

Sometimes I wish I got to grow up there, too.

[Even if, technically, when he arrived in the city at age fifteen he still had a lot of growing up to do. He glances in her direction for a moment, smile wistful.]

But whatever the past is, Newford's home now. More of a home, I think, than my parents' place ever was.

Good on you. To find a place you love, I mean.

[She nods, very earnestly. That's what drinking does to her it melts away her defenses for a night. She doesn't like it for a reason.]

S'hard to do.

[He nods in agreement to that before draining the last of his beer. Geordie signaled for the bartender to bring him a second.]

I was one of the lucky ones.

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