I Swear I'm Not An Insomniac

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Being outside had to be one of the best things in the world. Live would never understand people who were content with being locked inside buildings all day. You had to get outside! You had to breathe the fresh air and look at the sky. Especially at night. Oh, especially at night!

It was about 10 PM when Live decided that her room was not where she wanted to be for the rest of the evening. She quickly grabbed her Sharpie-d aztec bag and headed out the door.

As soon as she was out of her building Live quickly changed into her shadow form and began to shadow travel away from campus. She wasn't exactly sure what the guidelines were for curfew and such but she didn't care. Like, seriously. She did not care.

During the day, it was much harder for Live to shadow travel for much longer than a few miles. She had to kind of slither her form through the few shadows that were out. However, night was completely different. Everything was dark. The world was connected in one big blanket of darkness and Live was connected to all of it. Shadow travel became less like slithering and more like transporting. Her form could wiz through the darkness, pulling energy from the night around her to keep her stamina up even longer. It was really quite the exhilarating feeling.

Soon she arrived at Oceania Park. She had seen it on a map a few days ago and was dying to check it out. It was quite beautiful and she was glad she had made the trip. To make things even better, it was a Friday night so there weren't really a bunch of people at the park. In fact, there wasn't anyone. Live found herself a bench near the woods, right before a trail, and sat down. She pulled out a little box about the size of her hand and opened it.

Ah, her last joint. She had gotten two free joints from some random girl at McDonald's. She had hated the forced conversation but it got her free weed so who was she to complain? If only she knew someone to get more from.

She lit the joint and pulled out a notebook and a black Sharpie. She leaned back and opened to a clean blank page. The notebook was tattered and beat up, like it got plenty of use. Extra pieces of paper stuck out and sticky notes poked out as well, marking pieces Live still had to finish.

@"Zeronos"
 

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Jack was drunk as hell.

Which was kind of surprising these days! Ever since he and Val's relationship turned from "Val was out to ruin him" to "Val was out to ruin him, but also, he liked him and they cuddled like an actual couple sometimes", Jack had stopped drinking every night to forget the pain (lmao, cry more, self), instead drinking only when he was at parties.

And, oh boy, what a party. Clarence really knew how to throw 'em. Jack initially went to look at the house the twins grew up in and maybe to "accidentally" stumble into Val, but no such luck. He knew he'd be holing up like Dracula in the dark and steering clear of his twin's parties but, well, Jack liked to hope because lovesickness made a person silly sometimes. He still had a ton of fun bragging about his art to cute girls and drinking a shit ton of alcohol, so there was that. He had a great time, all in all.

Did you know that kids these days pumped gummy bears with vodka? He didn't. Fucking youth were always so wild, man. What will they think of next?

Now he was...

Hm.

Where was he? He knew he was walking. How much did he walk? Why? Oh, right, party was dying down. Jack wasn't one of those loser stragglers who clung to the embers of a dead party, so he waved goodbye to his classmates and headed out and walked... somewhere. He was pretty sure this wasn't his house. Holy fuck, he was way too drunk for this. Maybe he should check his GPS and get a taxi and, silently, hope he wouldn't get mugged. He stared at the rides blankly before spotting a girl... oh!

Ahhh, what a cutie. As a disclaimer, he wasn't thinking she was smoking hot or anything. She was way too young for him. But, you know, she had this whole goth aesthetic that reminded Jack of several adorable people in his life. Particularly, Val, but a lot moodier, cheaper (but only in comparison) and less sharp somehow. Jack beamed and gave her a little wave, because he was friendly. And drunk as hell.

"Yo, what are you working on?"
 

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Live hadn't really started drawing anything yet. She was enjoying the still night air and her joint. Letting the high get to her before she put her pen to paper. She didn't always draw high but it was one of her favorite things to do. She always loved coming back the next day to a piece that she had done super stoned and seeing it with sober eyes. Sometimes it was great, other times it was scary. But that's another story.

She was about halfway done with her joint when she saw someone walking across the park. It didn't really phase her. Weed was legal here and she had a fake that coined her at 22 (though tonight she didn't quite look the part but she knew her fake was very convincing).

She planned on just ignoring the person but apparently that wasn't what they wanted to do.

Live was in the middle of taking a hit when the mans voice hit her ears. She looked up as she held the smoke in for a few seconds longer, "Who the hell are you?" She asked as smoke slipped out between her words. Her tone was dry and she sounded about as interested as a cat is in a dog.
 

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"I'm drunk," Jack said, before closing his eyes and shaking his head. Last he checked, his name wasn't drunk. "I'm Jack. And drunk. Can I sit here for a bit while I wait for my regen to kick in? Because, I gotta tell you, I really don't want to walk to the other side of the town drunk outta my mind."

He couldn't really wait for her permission, but at least he sat a little away from her at the bench so he wouldn't give in any big creeper vibes at the girl. He checked his phone and managed to load his GPS. What the shit? How did he get so lost? He sighed.

"So, Manta Carlos taxis are safe, right? I won't get shanked by taxi drivers for the fifty dollars and tootsie rolls in my wallet?" Not that he'd die from getting shanked but, you know. It was very unpleasant.
 

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As soon as he said he was drunk two different emotions shot up in Live. One, that was funny and this was going to make a great story later and two, GOD FUCKING DAMNIT I DON'T WANT TO DEAL WITH DRUNK PEOPLE TONIGHT!

However, before Live could find it in her self to say or do anything, the man was seated and asking her about the taxis. He wasn't too close but Live suddenly felt a little more anxious about the situation. Mostly because he reminded her that she wasn't back home in Georgia where everyone else she knew was mortal; she was on Manta Carlos island where she didn't know what the hell anyone was.

"I don't know. I don't take taxis." She said as she turned her attention away from the man and back to her joint. Just because some random drunk guy was here didn't mean she was going to let that interrupt what she was doing. She took another hit and then tapped her sharpie against the blank page, her mind drifting higher and searching for something to put down on the page.
 

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"Oh..." Jack pulled out a cartoon of cigarettes and lit one up. He was lowkey jealous the girl had some dank kush. Man, where were all the good dealers on the island? Unfair. He closed his eyes as he smoked, suddenly feeling very relaxed and sleepy. What he wouldn't give for a cup of coffee right now. "What do you do. Fly?" He paused. "If that is racist, I am so, so sorry."

Man, the stars were... not around. It was like a sea of pitch black out there. The cold tickled the tip of his nose. He sat up and sneezed a couple of times, trying to get that irritating scratchy feeling out. He sniffed and blinked blearily at her direction. Man, she was cute? But she didn't like him, but also like... He wanted to chill, kinda. "So, you do art? Me too. Are you taking art in college?"
 

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As Jack pulled out the pack of cigarettes, Live felt her mouth begin to water. She wasn't exactly addicted to them (yet) but whenever she was high, they kinda became a must.

She couldn't help but chuckle a bit as he asked if it was racist to assume that she flew. Okay, maybe this drunk guy wouldn't turn out to be too bad. And as she noticed him checking out her joint she couldn't help but think that maybe the two of them could help each other out.

"No I don't fly. Let's just say, I travel best at night." She may be on a super natural island but she was still getting use to the idea that she could just broadcast her ability. It still just felt dangerous to her.

She motioned to the joint in her hand and the cigarette in the man's, "Hey...uh, would you wanna make a trade?" Hopefully he wasn't one of those smokers who had a big thing about giving out cigarettes to people.

Live didn't really like anyone, so it wasn't really an insult if she didn't like you. It just meant that you were human and she was, well, Live. "Oh uh, well.." She didn't know if she should tell him she wasn't quite in college yet. She also didn't want this to slip to an issue of her being underage. "It's just a hobby." She gave a shrug. A hobby. A pass time. Something to keep her from going insane. All the same really.
 

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"Oh, okay," Jack said. Hey, if she didn't want to give out any details, that was cool with him. It wasn't like he was very open with him being a killing machine either. He was glad he didn't like, offend her or anything.

Jack perked up a bit when offered the trade. Seriously? She'd let him take a couple hits?
"Yeah, sure!" he said, a little too perky for a man his size and... state of sobriety. He offered her the whole box of cigarettes and his lighter. She could take as many as she wanted. Whatever. Cigarettes were a lot easier to come by than good weed, that was for sure.

"Hey, mind if I draw with you for a while?" He didn't know. It seemed nice, hanging out with a cute girl somewhere weird and just... drawing. He patted his bag to indicate he too was carrying appropriate art materials.
 

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Live always said that weed was a sharing drug though she had very few opportunities to actually share. She was mostly okay with that. Or at least she told herself that she was okay with that.

She passed him the joint, which had less than half left, and took the carton of cigarettes. She pulled herself out two, putting one behind her ear and lighting the other one. The nicotine always felt amazing when she was high. Part of her told her she shouldn't smoke as it was proven to give one cancer. But then again, everything these days seemed to give one cancer.

Something about the quite of the night and being high as balls (plus that this guy had just given her cigarettes) made Live inclined to let the guy stick around. And well, she had never had someone want to work on some art with her before.

"What do you draw?" She wasn't about to draw with someone who liked to draw puppies and sunflowers.
 

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Jack took a couple of hits from the joint, greedy with the smoke and letting it burn his lungs, before he handed it back to — wait, no, one more — before he handed it back to Live. There we go.

As he waited for the high to settle in, he pulled out his sketchbook and metallic pencil.

"Mm, all sorts of things? People, places, landscapes. I've been drawing my boyfriend a lot." He chuckled lightly. "My boyfriend! That's weird to say. He's very cute. You remind me of him a little. He's a rude necromancer that likes to wear black. But don't let that fool you, he likes dogs a lot. I can confirm."

He flipped through his sketchpad. This was actually miscellaneous sketches. There was Val, but there was also other stuff, like Gabriel, some skulls, clothes, sketches of Crowther mansion, Angelo, and a personal favorite, an interpretation of Val's undead army, with a bunch of skeletons in a bar rocking out and wearing Hot Topic-esque clothes. They were all very good and very professional looking sketches. It might be because they are professional? Jack was a famous painter before coming here, after all.

"I think I'm going to draw a puppy," he declared boldly as he started on guidelines on a clean page. "It'll be carrying a knife in its mouth because it's also a cage fighter. Speaking of cage fighting, did you know there's a place like that in MC? It's called uh... Dragon something. Everyone just calls it Fight Club. When people die, the bouncers just dump their bodies in a dumpster, and it's like a corpse free for all."
 
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