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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 18, 2006 14:17:12 GMT -5
Voltaire walked tiredly into Hogsmead and Went into the Hogshead. He knew Vincent would be around and maybe would let him drink himself stupid. He walked into the pub which had a hag in the corner and Big man was at the bar Polishing a glass.
He walked over to the bar and sat down heavily, putting his duffle on the floor and wanda was still across his back.
"Hey, Gimme a drink of the Stiff stuff will ya?" he said still more tears building in his eyes.
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on Jun 18, 2006 14:49:52 GMT -5
Vincent was in a bad mood, having allowed both Jake and Delilah to escape after murdering two children. He stood at the bar, frantically trying to come up with a way to catch the two of them before they struck again, when Voltaire staggered up to the bar. He looked terrible, like he'd just lost his best friend. Vincent remembered that Voltaire's cousin had been hurt in the attack, and he looked at him worriedly. "Something tells me Elvish Port isn't going to do it for today," he said grimly, getting out a bottle of firewhiskey. "What happened? Is your cousin OK?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 18, 2006 14:56:40 GMT -5
"She's recovering...But me and the love of my life had to call it quits. I couldn't do the double life anymore, the darkside is breaking into factions, the darklords deatheaters have split to one's that follow him and other's that follow that stupid cow from the army of darkness" he said feeling the tears slide on his face he said what hurt him most "She still sides with him, I thought she loved me enough to leave the darkness and side with me, but she rather keep on the side she's on than come with me" he said sobbing on the bar top, as he slumbed forward wanda slid off his shoulder and hit he bar with a TWANG.
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on Jun 18, 2006 15:09:40 GMT -5
Vincent looked at him sympathetically. "That's rough, man," he said. "I wish I could help you, but it seems I'm the worst Auror ever. I let those two psychos get away. I can't believe they pulled the old switcheroo with Jake and his twin... Chip."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 18, 2006 15:17:40 GMT -5
"WHA?!" Voltaire looked up and was shocked out of tears "But i tied him up!" he said looking at the bar top lost for a second then he said "Never mind! don't tell me! just PLEASE gimme a bottle, i'm refusing to think right now" he said and took the bottle and drank it straight like water, he got a quater of the way and then stopped and whooped "OO this stuff wasn't watered!" and he started to giggle. "I haven't eaten" he said almost as an after thought and drank some more.
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on Jun 18, 2006 15:23:17 GMT -5
Vincent thought about explaining, but instead just opened the bottle for Voltaire. It seemed both of them were having a really bad day. While he couldn't drink on the job, he figured at least one of them ought to experience some sweet oblivion. "If she really was the right one for you," he said, "she'll come back. And if not, you're better off."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 18, 2006 15:28:03 GMT -5
"you know it's true! we're both the same.
In a storm of words we get lost in what is said.
She knows me and she see through me.
so why was she confused by the things i say and do?
Does she know me?" he said sobbing some more, he took another drink and pulled wanda into his lap and strummed a bit.
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on Jun 18, 2006 15:44:52 GMT -5
Vincent watched him, figuring that at this point, no words of sympathy would really be much help. He really wanted to know who the woman Voltaire was talking about was, because if she was a Death Eater, he really should try to bring her in. The Death Eaters and the Army of Darkness were out of control, and now that Jake and Delilah had escaped, any Death Eater at all would help his credibility. But he sensed that now wasn't the time, even though Voltaire was weak and more likely to talk.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 18, 2006 15:52:38 GMT -5
Voltaire picked a few chords and then actually got a song going. he stopped took another drink and stood dropping the barstool and he giggled and started to sing, in an actually decent voice
"you know it's true we're both the same.
in a storm of words we get lost in what is said.
You know me and you see through me.
so why are you confused by the things i say and do?
Do you know me?
You see the strain upon my face
Please , don't rain on my parade.
It comes to light, it comes in waves,
it's gone too late.
it goes astray, it goes too far and you say
it's clear i know where all your buttons are.
it's not so strange, you know, it's not so queer
that i know they're there 'cause I'm the one
who put them there, exactly as you feared.
i know you and i see though you
so why am i surprised by the things you say and do?
i don't know why.
i see the strain upon your face.
i won't rain on your parade.
it comes to light it comes in waves.
it's gone too late.
Don't steal the smile from off my face.
Please don't rain on my parade...
i know that i can't replace you
and it would be a lie to say that i could ever try.
it's gone too late" slurring just a tad and he said to vincent that was looking at him strangly "HEy! i'm drunk! you should probably write that down!" and he staggered towards the bottle only to turn and see the hag, with her glowing yellow eyes was applauding and she said in her gravle like voice "that was lovely" he bowed and nearly dove into the floor but said "thank you!" and stood striaghter.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 19, 2006 14:51:00 GMT -5
He Turned back to the bar and got his bottle and laughed at Vincent "She was so purdy...she used to say i was insane and baaazzzzarre" he said taking another drink he leaned on the bar top not bothering to pick up his stool. "Shhhhh! i have to tell ya something! Shhhhh you can't say! " he said laughing , then he started to cry big anigushed sobs, forgetting he didn't have a seat he fell back and landed on his rear on the bar floor.
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on Jun 20, 2006 21:53:23 GMT -5
Vincent helped him up from the floor. "Are you OK?" he asked. "I think maybe you've had too much, mate." He tried to take the bottle away from Voltaire.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 20, 2006 22:05:44 GMT -5
"M'fine!" he said pushing Vincents hands away, standing up shakily he hugged him and started to cry "Why? Why didn't she love me enough to stay?" he sobbed and dropped Wanda to the floor with a terrible TWANG she hit the floor and the Hag from the corner shook her head and left the pub, muttering about how entertaining humans were. "Is it cuz I'm too weird? huh? do you think I'm weird?" he said looked absolutely anguished.
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on Jun 20, 2006 22:08:58 GMT -5
"You're a strange guy, Voltaire, I can't lie to you," Vincent said. "But I don't think that's why. She had to know that from the very start... if she didn't have a problem with it then, I don't think she would now."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 20, 2006 22:26:00 GMT -5
"but then why?!" he sobbed, then he sniffled on Vincents' shoulder. "She was all i had ever wanted...I thought she loved me...You know she couldn't even say that she loved me first. I think now i tricked her into saying it, why else would she leave me...and to be evil!" his sobs were renewed as he hugged Vincent closer, just as he was about to protest, Voltaire shoved him away and shouted "why am i hugging you!?" and instead started to hyperventilate. " I don't think that helped any" he said pointing at the nearly empty bottle. "And my stomach hurts"
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on Jun 20, 2006 22:31:43 GMT -5
"OK, Voltaire, I think maybe you'd better come in the back and sleep it off," Vincent said. "Come on, man, come with me." He grabbed Voltaire and dragged him into the back to lay on the torn-up old sofa. "Look, I don't really understand what happened with you and the woman you love, but maybe after you sleep, things will look a little better, OK? Or at least you'll be able to see things more clearly. You'll never think clearly with a bottle of liquor in your hand."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 20, 2006 22:42:32 GMT -5
Voltaire didn't aruge and laid down on the sofa "Could you find Subject for me?" he said before he passed out on the sofa and started to snore.
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on Jun 20, 2006 22:51:39 GMT -5
"Sure, pal," Vincent said. He looked at Voltaire for a minute, feeling really sorry for him. The man's heart was broken. He wondered whether the woman he loved was in as bad a shape as Voltaire. It seemed hard to imagine. He shrugged and went looking for the rat.
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