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the wake of seamus werner. {all invited} « Thread Started on Apr 12, 2009, 6:15pm »
Dreamz was dressed to impress. The tables were covered in white linen clothes, the poles dismantled and the stage made accessible. The lights were on, dancing brightly across the morbid room, the air thick with unshed tears and unsaid words. The bar was free and the drinks kept coming, not filling anyone with the usual excitement they would find at at the type of place open for them to mourn the loss of a friend, a brother and a son. Nobody mocked the choice, the agony on the faces of it's owners was stronger than they dark stench of putrid sex that whiffed across the room every now and then, pouring from the newly opened windows and out the wide open doors.
The burial of Seamus Geoffrey Werner had attracted more people than anyone could imagine would fit in the tiny graveyard. More people than anyone could imagine he knew. They came to pay their respects, the calm before the storm.
Music played lowly in the back of Dreamz, the noise not quite filling the large room, not quite covering the murmuring chatter and the hundred or so guests. There were snacks lining the bar, but they remained untouched, no one quite being strong enough to hold down a sausage roll- or having the guts to start enjoying themselves. The room was tense, conflict already flying between the eyes of those involved. Drunken tempers were absolute, the strongest of these feelings dropping from a sweating, twitching Werner.
Salt Werner turned her back to her quivering father, fingers clutching the cold glass in her hand. The short tumbler held brandy, a nerve killer. Her fingers scratched the softness of her cheek, closing her eyes for a second. On opening them, she saw yet another couple hot tailing toward her. She turned, pushing past a talking duo and through the white doors, the cool breeze smacking her like a heavyweight boxer. She span, leaning her forehead against the white washed stone wall of her father's joint and exhaling.
Her body was sweating in the humid environment, her black pant suit sticking to her damp skin. She shrugged off the blazer, letting it drop to the floor and shut her eyes.
Re: the wake of seamus werner. {all invit « Reply #1 on Apr 12, 2009, 9:39pm »
Kris flipped his hair. He wasn't sure if he should stay at home, lay around and watch television, eventually smoking and go to bed or come to Seamus's wake. It still felt unreal to him, losing a friend. Kris could've ignored his mother's worry about his well being , the local new channel, and the radio but it would've been a waste. Denial wouldn't have helped. Kris decided to attend the wake, to pay his respect to his late friend, and than leave. Situations like this made him uncomfortable and he surely didn't' want the chance to shed a tear in front of Seamus's friends, family, or relatives. He'd say goodbye, tell Seamus' parents he's sorry for their loss, and leave.
Kris walked to Dreamz, his hands in this torn skinny jeans. In back of his mind he knew he should've dressed nicer, but he wouldn't be staying long. The hoodie of his pitch black jacket covered his head as he stared at the ground. Almost there, Kris picked his head up and looked straight ahead. 'Salt?' He thought. He wasn't really close to his friends sister, but they ran into each other on occasion and talked. He bit his lip. He couldn't imagine how she was taking it. Her brother died. Anyone dealing with that, still functioning properly or acting normal, either had no heart or was completely repressing their emotions. As he approached her, he slowed down. If she was hurting bad, he didn't want to invade her space or make anything worse. "S-salt?" He said, softly but loud enough for her to hear.
I’ve got a pistol and a plastic bag Full of hallucinogenic shwag
We know the guilt will drift away As soon as we forget about today
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Re: the wake of seamus werner. {all invit « Reply #2 on Apr 13, 2009, 9:18am »
There was something that had been bothering Jason for the past week now. For the past couple months, but now it really just erked the young Dawl. No matter how many times he tried to get a hold of his girlfriend, to get a hold of Salt Werner, he couldn’t seem to reach her. And now there was all this commotion over the death of a young teen, her brother.
“Maybe I should have waited for Logan…”
At first he wanted to just see her face, to put an ease to his paranoia that she had forgotten him. After all he was raised by two rather open older brothers; he felt no shame in being sensitive sometimes. But now, now he just wanted to see her so he could hold her tight. To ask her if she was doing alright or if she needed anything, he would do anything for her.
There was probably some uneasiness behind that Werner’s eyes; he knew she was not comfortable at home, even if he didn’t have all the heavy details like his brother might. He respected their friendship and never dared to overstep his own boundaries. But maybe that was why he hadn’t laid eyes on the tiny girl for months now.
“No, no, it’ll be fine. I’ll just walk in and scout her out myself…”
Jason was about ten steps from the building when he saw a rather tiny girl with her face pressed against the side of the building, and a stranger to him talking to her. This building was probably full of strangers and those he hadn’t seen for years. But that wasn’t the problem at hand. The problem was why was she outside to begin with?
He took a moment to straighten out the plain black button-up he had snatched out of his closet rather quickly and thrown on without a second worry. His black slacks were in the same distressed manor, so he took a moment to press them down his hands before moving a little closer.
Words were about to escape him before he had heard the other male speak her name, so instead he just stood a few steps away to the left of the boy and waited for her to look up. He knew he had to get used to waiting while people gave her their peace and sympathy, but he was going to grow impatient quickly. I should have waited for Logan.
Re: the wake of seamus werner. {all invit « Reply #3 on Apr 13, 2009, 1:51pm »
Deep breaths and sweaty palms, these were the things Logan Dawl was made of as he walked towards Dreamz alongside Roy. His mind was racing, his emotions were still conflicted. Logan was still sympathetic only for the sake of the people he loved, at least he was good at hiding the resentment he still felt for Seamus. His nervous thumb kept idly spinning his wedding band as the building came into view in the distance, his other hand gently on Roy's lower back; the boy had to think of something to say aside from sorry. He felt like that was all he had been saying to the people who were hurt by all of this, he was so sorry.
Not having a clue what attire was appropriate Logan kept it simple, his hair was kept slightly nicer than usual, no faux bedhead, no make-up on his face, nail polish removed. He looked almost masculine had it not been for the girl’s pants he’d been wearing. He would have worn men’s clothes had he owned any, but the pants weren’t his typical low-rise affair, they sat mid rise, black dress slacks with thin white pinstripes, the closest thing to black pants he owned. Slightly loose the entire length down and held up on his hips by a white belt. He owned no dress shoes so his black converse peeked out from the pants and a plain white t-shirt was on his torso. He tried his best to look respectable, to not draw attention to himself.
He was there to be supportive, just as he was at the services and at the funeral. He was there for the sake of his best friend and his husband. He had no personal feelings, and that was what kept him awake the night before. He didn’t feel anything of his own for the situation, he wasn’t sure if that made him terrible or not. He felt guilty every time a joke, television show, or incident made him want to laugh because he knew so many of his friends couldn’t even crack a smile right now.
Sneaking a deep breath as he drew near his eyes caught Salt, Jason, and a second boy he didn’t quite know. He stood silent next to his husband, not wanting to interrupt, his teeth clenched lightly on the inside of his cheek steel colored eyes looking over at Roy questioningly, hoping he was okay. He was so sorry.
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Re: the wake of seamus werner. {all invit « Reply #4 on Apr 14, 2009, 4:40pm »
She chewed on her lip, a slightly raw taste of copper coins seeping from the back of her mouth. Her eyes dazzled in her skull, the haziness of everything towering over her for that second. Her name on the tongue of a stranger brought her realization back. Salt turned her head, catching the faint outline in the sun of a male. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the light, one hand coming up to shield her gaze.
"Kris?" Her hand lazily pointed at him, palm pointing up wards, "You were one of my brother's friends, right?" Salt's tone was scratchy, each word catching violently on the back of her sore throat. She pressed the pads of her fingers to her lips, the oncoming wobble there threateningly close. No more sobbing, she told herself. The second figure, a little behind and to the side caught Salt's attention. She stiffened for a slight second, before her knees gave way a little, and she lent back against the brick wall.
"Jason." The pleading noise came out softly, a child's voice.
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Re: the wake of seamus werner. {all invit « Reply #5 on Apr 15, 2009, 1:48pm »
Jason’s eyes widened upon hearing the sound of his name escape her tiny figure. He didn’t wait another second before making his way past ‘Kris’ and grabbing her by the shoulders. His face quickly fell as he examined her and a concerned look took over what was once nervousness.
“Salt. Salt, are you okay?” He used his sleeve to wipe off any excess sweat that covered her forehead. “I can get you some water or, ice,” the words sounded muddled and were slightly inaudible seeing as he wasn’t quite sure what he should be doing at the moment, he just wanted her to be alright. “Why don’t we sit down?”
He unbuttoned the shirt he had taken a second ago to straighten out, and set it on the floor for her to sit on top of. It wasn’t too cold out and he did have a plain white tee on underneath, so there was no second thought to his actions, he just wanted her to be comfortable.
Re: the wake of seamus werner. {all invit « Reply #6 on Apr 15, 2009, 5:59pm »
"Yeah, I was." Kris said nodding. "I was uhh... Here to say.." Before he could finish speaking she muttered 'Jason' and a male he hadn't noticed was at her side. He suspected it of being her boyfriend, so he took a few steps back. He felt pretty darn awkward. He now just wanted to give his condolences and leave. Kris turned his head to see if there were anymore people behind him and to his surprise, there was. Another guy, looking somewhat similar to the one by Salt's side. He then looked down at his clothes. Kris was clearly under dressed.
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Re: the wake of seamus werner. {all invit « Reply #7 on Apr 21, 2009, 10:32am »
Salt sat down. Her eyes turned to Logan, then Kris, to finally rest upon Jason Dawl. The flyaway look in her gaze almost accusing.
"Someone killed him," She whispered, fingers curling into his skin, albeit gently. "Someone killed my baby brother." She stretched her feet out in front of her, cloaked eyes falling onto her toes. "And half the people in there don't care, Jason." Distress curved across her face, brain whirling in her small head, the pure emotion almost choking each tear she had from her body.
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