Tasha Ribakov (Oct 30, 2011 8:05:32 PM)
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Naji ibn Petra (Oct 30, 2011 8:11:28 PM)
*Naji is dressed in his traditional long shirt that's already been ruined by the dirty waters of the Sugar Mill spawning pool that hides the entrance to the Warrens. Naji was seated at the edge of the pit, eyes gazing down into it looking at the large reptiles within*
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 30, 2011 8:18:12 PM)
*Tasha enters the sugarmill. It is obvious that the arrival is her, despite the fact that she has thrown a white sheet over her head, and pierces 3 holes on it to make a cheap ghost costume. She has a bottle in her hand, and she is clearly out as a cuccoo.* Caaaaan you feeel the looooove to niiight..*she sings as she enters the deserted building. For a few seconds she stops to listen in the hall, and marvel that wonderful way the sound bounces off the walls, before she continues singing* It is wheeeere we aaaaare! *as she floats and sways further in*
Naji ibn Petra (Oct 30, 2011 8:20:45 PM)
*hears the incoming sounds and goes Unseen before they enter, just to be safe. keeping an eye on who it is for a bit and see what the "drunk" intends on doing*
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 30, 2011 8:24:31 PM)
*The pun of a ghost dances further into the building, passing a brief curse when the white sheet catches a sharp corner that nearly tears it's identity apart. Finally, she gets to the hole that lets in deep down into the waters below, which her mortal eyes woudl not even be able to see in this darkness. Not even if they weren't blurred by alcohol* Yooohoooo! *she howls into the pit, and listens to the echo comign back to her, followed by slight blobbing sound, when some monstrous beast lifts it's head up from the water, ready to popen it's mouth if anything was to fall down.*
Naji ibn Petra (Oct 30, 2011 8:28:35 PM)
*he shifts a bit before finally appearing in all his nossie glory* Are you always drunk?
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 30, 2011 8:31:16 PM)
*She lifts her covered head and rolls back, trying to pull the sheet in place so that she is able to see through the eye-holes.* Fuck...shit.. *she hisses underneath, untill one hole gets in it's right place and she is able to peer through it.* Who's that? Was is Naji? *she asks to confirm while trying to see through the velvety shadow around her.*
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 30, 2011 8:31:25 PM)
(is=it)
Naji ibn Petra (Oct 30, 2011 8:35:19 PM)
I'm me indeed. But that doesn't answer the querry, my dear. Are you having problems?
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 30, 2011 8:38:41 PM)
Pfft. None. Everything's under control. *She back up to the wall she knows to be somewhere behidn her. When the rasp concrete touches her back, she slides down alogn it to sit.* And who can watch it with a clear head when..*burp* ...a black sheep desdes to drop out of the family. *she says with a voice filled with irony* What you doign here, anyway? Shouldn't you be licking the butt of the Sheriff, or some other wanna-be-something in the city?
Naji ibn Petra (Oct 30, 2011 8:43:45 PM)
*softly chuckles and shakes his head a bit* Well they may be a bit more social than some drunken fool of a ghoul. But they aren't exactly active due to the fact that most are more conserned with their own ends. Than with the community. That includes the Sheriff.
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 30, 2011 8:49:35 PM)
Well there you go. You can keep arranging their affairs and trying to help them all you like, just don't expect to get any gratitude for it. And don't expect to be welcoem here if you wanna do charity. You shoudl know it better than I, you know.. *she moves the sheet untill the mouth-hole comes to her mouth, and sticks her tongue through it briefly. Then she brings the bottle to her mouth and lifts the bottom up.*
Naji ibn Petra (Oct 30, 2011 8:55:34 PM)
*smiles as he takes in a breathe and sighs* You really like to buck the system don't you. While you may be correct with certain precoceptions of the other Kindred. I'm used to socializing with various Kindred at various Elysia throughout a city. I'm also used to them coming together and helping the community when it's in need. Not simply when it suits them. Things are vastly different here. It will take me time to figure out how best to work within the system that exists here. If that means I have to put the community above the clan on occasion. They and you will have to understand that it's for a greater good. Despite the expectations of our ilk being selfish and careless.
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 30, 2011 9:00:24 PM)
*waves a hand dismissively in the air* Pfft, buck the system...is that what you call it? Not giving a shit is better way to put it. And I really don't know why would you bother with them any more? What happens there doesn't touch us. The powerstruggle and murders and fucking around.....none of that is a threat to 'US'. You really want to make it that way, do you? You go out there....get yourself mixed in, and help them for FREE. *she shakes her head under the white sheet that glows in the black surrounding darkness like a paper lantern* Why? Is it like....all for your god?
Naji ibn Petra (Oct 30, 2011 9:05:27 PM)
If you think that what happens to them doesn't affect us. Why do you bother trying to put your two cents in and attempt to manipulate them? And what I want is the community to work together to help the entire community. Kindred and Children of Seth alike. As for why. It's simply the right thing to do. Or does your liquor not allow you to understand that?
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 30, 2011 9:10:57 PM)
Hey, hey..*she points a finger at him* Who says I try to manipulate anyone, hmm? All I am here for is to pass words between my monster and them. Advertize us, the Monsters INC. Tell them to come here, if they need information. And you are screwing it up for me, by going there and havign tea parties with them for no cost. *she sighs, and rubs the back of her covered head in frustration.* Sorry, you see I am gettign realyl worked up by all that...and I am pretty sure the others arodun here feel the same. And no. I really can't see it to be the right thing to do, because, well ...in the end while helpign one you have to un-help another, you know? You don't even know all the odds and ends around the community. But usually, the one who wins, is the one who was right all along. That's how it goes, in the real world. And WE......we can help ourselves, by helping the one who comes to us to become the winner.
Naji ibn Petra (Oct 30, 2011 9:16:58 PM)
*tilts his head* So let me get this straight. For the most part you are upset that I'm being active among the community. And you feel like I am ruining your position. I see. It seems to me that your vision is clouded not just by the drink but by an unfortunate life. For those of us who help the community it prospers. If the community grows, we grow in turn. It's a circle that many tend to ignore because they don't realize the importance of both halves. You can't have one without the other. And it's our duty to help those that deserve it and not simply those that can afford our prices.
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 30, 2011 9:20:01 PM)
*She remains quiet for a while, and it is difficult to tell, -her beign covered from head to toes, wether she was upset or smiling. After a while, she pats the ground next to her.* Come here, and I'll tell you something. A little russian tale, about unfortunate life. And growth, and god.
Naji ibn Petra (Oct 30, 2011 9:24:46 PM)
I'm fairly certain I can hear you just fine from where I am. Which tale do you have in mind?
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 30, 2011 9:28:30 PM)
Well, suit yourself if you are happy to stand. *she shrug,s nad searches the mouth of the bottle to the hole on her own mouth, kissing the Smirnoff briefly before she speaks again* Listen....dear Naji. *she starts softly* You may think that you are important, and significant. But if you saw yourself from high...high above you woudl see that you are just a littel tiny ant, trying to carry a pebble. People have been rolling pebbles off their fields, from the beginnign of time. Ancestors started it, and in our way we continue it. But the fields are still full of rocks! New ones push out constantly, from the earth.
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 30, 2011 9:30:35 PM)
Our lives have been just one long struggle and pointless action. Unnessessary moves and fondling in the dark...*she takes another brief drink, indicating with a finger that she will soon continue
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 30, 2011 9:30:35 PM)
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Tasha Ribakov (Oct 30, 2011 9:33:29 PM)
Long ago...people built a tall tower of stone. Sure you know the story. And god came, and struck it down, spreadign the pieces as rocks all over world to people's pain and annoyance. *she licks her lips* And people never learned to stop rolling the rocks about. Now, you may pity me...a ghoul with a bottle and without purpose. But who do you think I feel sorry for?
Naji ibn Petra (Oct 30, 2011 9:38:06 PM)
So you think I pity you? *shakes his head and sighs* You misunderstand me. And if you feel sorry for me. I think you have misplaced your feelings.
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 30, 2011 9:40:19 PM)
*She shrugs a bit* Prolly.... I wont pretend I understand you at all. But honestly.. *burps and rubs the open mouth of the bottle* I would be happy to keep you in the family. You are alot more pleasant than most. If only you respected the same ways... carried your pebble to this heap, and not theirs, you know. *she sighs sadly*
Naji ibn Petra (Oct 30, 2011 9:45:42 PM)
*smiles softly* I'm pleasant because I'm not like the others. I do not feel sorry for myself or my appearance. I embrace my appearance. Although I can't exactly walk about the streets here like I could back home unmasked. However, Tradition must be watched to protect ourselves from dangers that even threaten us.
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 30, 2011 9:49:08 PM)
I don't think anyoen here feels sorry for themselves, Naji. But I do get you, about that walkign aroudn part. That's totally fine. You just seem to really....ah, nevermind. I am sure you know what you are doing. *she rolls the lid back on the bottle to seat it, and placed it to sit next to her* Must be pretty cool, to be able to change your fae like that. I've seen it done before, but never really...got how it works. Is it like....does it really change your face, or does it only affect my eyes or what?
Naji ibn Petra (Oct 30, 2011 9:52:02 PM)
It is whatever we want it to be. I could appear as the Keeper, the Sheriff, or even as you if tried hard enough. I would even sound like you. Although someone familiar to the individual may realize that who they are speaking to may not actually be who they seem to be.
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 30, 2011 9:53:43 PM)
Hm. Neat. But you deside to look liek yourself, is that so? You looked like you usually do when you were still a man?
Naji ibn Petra (Oct 30, 2011 9:56:41 PM)
*nods* Yes, I use the face I had when I was still mortal. I see no reason not to.
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 30, 2011 9:59:09 PM)
Heh. Me neither. But that's just me, hehehe.. *she picks up the bottle and begins rubbing around it with her hands* You got that look that I'm absolutely weak for. Mature, mmm. And dark eyes. Hell, if you were a man and unmarried, I'd be all over you.
Naji ibn Petra (Oct 30, 2011 10:01:00 PM)
*softly chuckles* Well I was embraced when I was 50. So mature is an understatement. And I am allowed to have multiple wives. Though I think I'm good with the three I have. *smiles playfully*
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 30, 2011 10:04:51 PM)
*She leans her head against the wall behidn her and starts singing with an intoxicated voice* Black and buuurning eyeeees, dark and midnight skieeeees, full of passion's flame...full of loooovely gaaame. *she pauses to listen to the echo in the walls, and then shrugs* Well, what am I doing? Hitting on a corpse. pfft. *she sighs and begins rolling the lid open once more* Just telling you, Naji. You still got it.
Naji ibn Petra (Oct 30, 2011 10:06:48 PM)
I think that is the liquor talking, my dear. Clearly moderation is not something you are aware of.
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 30, 2011 10:07:57 PM)
What do you mean, I got it in moderation? *she chuckles and holds the bottle up in a toast to him* A drop wont kill, right? And you can't drown in a bucket. *then she swigs again*
Naji ibn Petra (Oct 30, 2011 10:09:55 PM)
If you can drown in an inch of water. I'm sure it's safe to say you can drown in a bucket as well. But no, a drop will not kill as long as it is in moderation.
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 30, 2011 10:11:45 PM)
Oh, yeah...*she wipes her mouth after the swig* You ever thought about makign liquoirs, or is it just wine? I mean....nothign wrogn with wine, but it comes out as piss before it gts to your brain. Do YOU drink at all?
Naji ibn Petra (Oct 30, 2011 10:15:49 PM)
On rare occasions I will drink. But typically not wine. I was never a fan of wine in life. Nor beer. Fortunately there are other options available should I be interested. Of course, I prefer smoking from the houka than drinking generally.
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 30, 2011 10:16:45 PM)
Ah, well....funny that I never got into that side of bad habits. Thanks to my little sitster. *she turns absolutely silent after that comment, and seems to drift away somewhere.*
Naji ibn Petra (Oct 30, 2011 10:19:23 PM)
I had a lot of bad habits when I was alive.
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 30, 2011 10:24:04 PM)
*Shifts again when he speaks* You told me. And then you changed it to do good. That's kinda neat, in a way. I think alot of people do it the opposite way, you know...try to do good, and don't succeed and give up and get to the bad habits then. We're all human, after all. Even you and your kind, so I've found. *shrugs and moves a hand underneath the sheet, poking a finger out of the mouth-hole that is wet aroudn it by vodka*
Naji ibn Petra (Oct 30, 2011 10:26:00 PM)
*nods* Indeed we are. Although many of us try to deny that fact and claim superiorirty. Yet still fall into the same old habits we had previously.
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 30, 2011 10:28:14 PM)
Hm... *she remains silent for a moment, playign with the sheet and spreadign it like a tent aroudn herself* You ever miss it? Beign mortal and all that. Or somethign from your past life that you had to forget?
Naji ibn Petra (Oct 30, 2011 10:32:06 PM)
There are certain aspects I miss. But it's bad to forget the past. Doing so would only doom one to repeat the same mistakes just as society has done over and over again.
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 30, 2011 10:34:52 PM)
Hm. I guess..*her head begins to hang, obviously the alcohol is finally kicking her downwards* I think I'm gonna.....lay down her for a bit.
Naji ibn Petra (Oct 30, 2011 10:35:38 PM)
*nods* That's probably a good idea.
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 30, 2011 10:38:07 PM)
One day..*she lays down agaisnt the wall, mutterign under the sheet* I'll have my boat. And then I'm gonna float in down to the bayo and sleep to the sound of mosquitos singing...and my monster....will come..*after that she doesn't say anything, and from her breathing it appears that she has fallen asleep*
Naji ibn Petra (Oct 30, 2011 10:39:33 PM)
*tilts his head a bit as he listens, a bit disturbed at the change of lyrics from Prince to Monster, but he takes this time to exit stage left*
Tasha Ribakov (Oct 30, 2011 10:39:50 PM)
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