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| Ana_Stark | Date: Wednesday, 19 Dec 2012, 7:55 PM | Message # 1 |
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| "No!" Ana said fiercely as she dumped out the suitcase that Mrs. Miteya had so diligently packed. "I am not going. I am not leaving Alyn here and I am not leaving Lorrd when others cannot!" She was being very stubborn, but the woman had her reasons. Why should she leave when so many could not, or would not? Why would anyone think she would leave Alyn? For safety reasons, yes, she knew she should go, but her stubbornness was in control.
"I don't care what Lord Stark says, Mrs. Miteya. Until I hear it from his lips, I am not going anywhere. I am not abandoning my home or you. do you understand?" As she said that, there was a tap at the door and the older woman went to get it as Ana started to put her clothing back away. She could still hear what was being said however; about some ruckus at the gate and an auburn haired drunkard asking for Ana.
She shot a glance at the guard and Mrs. Miteya before she pushed past both of them and went to the entrance of the castle. Ana knew it was him before she even saw him. "Let him in!" She demanded, an order to which they would hesitate, but eventually comply to.
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| Davon_Vanden | Date: Thursday, 20 Dec 2012, 6:05 PM | Message # 2 |
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| And they did, reluctantly, and only after confiscating both of his blasters and the flask he'd been sucking on. He had made a comment or two that he would most likely regret in a more sober state, a few rude gestures might have been tossed around as well. It was late, after all; and after an evening spent out on the town drowning sorrows, he wasn't exactly at his most courteous or charitable. Finding a way off Lorrd had proven incredibly difficult with the sudden attack; and for a while Vanden had found himself cursing his father's name for leaving him stranded on this, as he so eloquently put, 'backwards fuckhole of a planet'.
As he crossed the threshold into her mansion-castle, Dav let his hazed vision traipse about the lavishly-decorated entrance hall before they settled on Ana. So this is what blood money buys you.. he thought, sidling over to her and offering up an apologetic smile. "They wanted to take my shoes," he said at length, looking down at them. "I told them to piss off with that nonsense."
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| Ana_Stark | Date: Thursday, 20 Dec 2012, 6:37 PM | Message # 3 |
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| "...They could have taken that jacket." She commented as he looked at his shoes. Then it dawned on her that he was wearing exactly the same clothes that he had been at the wedding. "Dav....uh....where have you been?" Ana asked as she waved off one of the guards who was trying to fuss about the fact that drunk Davon was in the entrance hallway.
"Mrs. Miteya...Davon will need a room, can you see to that please?" She was frowning as her gaze trailed over her friend in his current state. "And maybe some clothes....nothing....red." Ana called after the woman as she ran off to do what Ana asked.
"Why didn't you tell me you were still here, Dav? You could have stayed here...or you could have taken my ship if you needed to get off world...before this....well....this mess happened."
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| Davon_Vanden | Date: Sunday, 23 Dec 2012, 7:01 PM | Message # 4 |
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| "Huh? Oh, right, this thing." Davon hooked two thumbs beneath the lapels of his blazer, pulling it out and eyeing it as he might a stain or a bug. "I don't know.." he continued. "The color's startin' to grow on me, garish or not. Not too into the fabric, though." He held out a sleeve. "Feel, s'like itchy satin or someshit, guess that's what I get for renting." Dav shouldered off the guard that had initially grabbed him, though after a moment he turned and handed both his flask and his blazer to the poor man. Without another word, he patted the guard on the chest and turned back to Ana, grinning.
He blinked, inebriated, before he remembered that she had asked him a question. "Huh? Oh, right. Well dad just up and left me-" he turned and waved a hand about, drawing his lips into an ambivalent frown. "-Wherever this is. I spent some time checkin' out the nightlife and, uh, found your address here after some walking around."
Chuckling at something that would most likely be anything but humorous if he was sober, the younger Vanden stepped further into their foyer and wrapped Ana into a light hug. "And then all this shit went down, and now it's calmed, I think." He pulled back, studying her with an admittedly-hazed and somewhat-tripled gaze. "You alright?"
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| Ana_Stark | Date: Sunday, 23 Dec 2012, 7:16 PM | Message # 5 |
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| Ana hugged her friend tightly and sighed. "I am fine, Dav. Not feeling very well today though. It's fine. Alyn just wrote, actually." She realized she was still holding the datapad in her hand that she had been reading his message on, which she handed to Mrs.Miteya before she went off to prepare a good scouring and a room for Davon. She would also fix him a meal, most likely, and something to help sober him up.
"Sorry your dad left. It must have been important because he scurried off in a hurry." She smiled and started to lead him into the castle further. Unfortunately, she had to stop at every hallway intersection just to make herself sure she knew where she was going. "You can stay as long as you like. I'd wait till those Aurelite ships are gone though, to be safe. Alyn said that they reached a peace agreement, if you believe that, and I won't have to leave...but I guess it is good that you came here anyway. You can't just wander around Lorrd forever, you know." She almost scolded him a little.
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| Davon_Vanden | Date: Sunday, 23 Dec 2012, 7:25 PM | Message # 6 |
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| He stuck out a lip, pouting quietly as she lectured. "I don't know, you've got some surprisingly top booze on the shelves around here, y'know?" He released her after a moment, eyes trailing down to her stomach as he checked to make sure hadn't injured the baby. He'd never been around a pregnant woman before, most times that word was even mentioned around him a Davon-shaped hole would soon appear in the closest possible wall. Fatherhood, blech. Responsibility, pfeh.
"I could use a place to crash, just for the night," he replied after a moment, scratching idly at the side of his nose as he surveyed her new home. "Wow," Davon mused. "Faaancy duds you got here, Ana. Movin' up in the big scheme." His attention, however divided it was, finally settled on a rather expensive-looking decorative plate mounted off to the side. He thumbed at it curiously, until a servant came over and shoo'd him off with a frown.
Davon "Booster" Vanden - Big Damn Hero.
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| Ana_Stark | Date: Sunday, 23 Dec 2012, 7:36 PM | Message # 7 |
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| She smiled at him as she noticed where his gaze was going. "I am fine, Dav. You couldn't hurt him just from a hug." She eyed him quietly. There was a small bump there, but someone who didn't know her wouldn't likely even notice. "And I wouldn't know about the booze, but be warned, I have heard that Mrs. Miteya is a little harsh during the sobering up process."
Her gaze followed his as she walked with him. "It is nice, isn't it? Kinda.....big. I've gotten lost a few times. I will get the hang of it eventually I am sure." She murmured with a sigh. "But we'll make sure you get home. Irlilia or Gadrid can take you....or you can borrow my new ship? We'll figure it out tomorrow or whenever you are ready to leave. For the moment though, I am glad you are here. I was getting pretty bored...and lonely."
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| Davon_Vanden | Date: Sunday, 23 Dec 2012, 7:43 PM | Message # 8 |
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| He chuckled, drawing a wide smile across his lips as he swung about to face her, very nearly knocking over a vase in the process. Either he didn't care or didn't notice, however, and he continued on. "Well, Ri, it's a good thing I've shown up then! Boredom and loneliness are the two things that I'm prescribed the most for." Dav permitted himself a self-centered chuckle before he sobered himself, looking up at her. "But, uh, well, the things I do to cure boredom and loneliness I can't really do with you, here, now." His fingers raked through his head of hair, and he let out an exasperated sigh. "We could, uh, play sabaac! I remember I tried teachin' you way back and you never quite got it..
"Or!" He snapped his fingers, swaying a bit on his heels. "Or, we could play a game, if you want. I can do that."
His stomach made an ungodly noise, and for a moment he looked as though he was about to keel over. It seemed to subside, though, and he waved off any potential concerns. "That sixth shot of whiskey isn't agreein' with me so much anymore..."
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| Ana_Stark | Date: Sunday, 23 Dec 2012, 7:48 PM | Message # 9 |
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| Ana shifted and caught the vase, setting it upright again. 'No I never did catch on to sabaac. I don't know that I ever will." She watched him sway and frowned deeply for a moment before she shot a gaze to a guard, so that he would go and fetch Gadrid to help her. The one thing Ana could not do was carry Davon. Maybe, if she tried, she could drag him. It wouldn't be pretty for him though and he would likely end up bruised and with one hell of a rug burn from the carpeting on the floor.
"Red....are you ok? Do you need something to drink or eat? I can get crackers....we have lots...they're all that help me in the mornings." She was very concerned and it was showing. "I swear if you barf though, I will....so don't...." Ana warned him with a smirk.
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