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Antler the Anubi
Antler the Anubi
Gabrience
Legacy Name: Gabrience
The
Angelic AntlephoreOwner:
ClassyAge: 17 years, 11 months, 4 weeks
Born: May 6th, 2006
Adopted: 17 years, 11 months, 4 weeks ago (Legacy)
Adopted: May 6th, 2006 (Legacy)
Statistics
- Level: 2
- Strength: 10
- Defense: 10
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 1
- Books Read: 0
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
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I really wouldn't call myself classy. I don't think anyone would call me classy. Actually, if you really want to know what people call me I think it's best if we leave me described as “Confidently Undefined.†Because, to be honest, I'm just a little fucked up.
I really don't like drinking. I think alcohol has this incredibly foul flavor to it that leaves the taste of vomit in my mouth in the morning, and, to be perfectly frank with you, it's pretty fucking unpleasant. And I don't really like sex either. As a matter of fact I kind of hate it, now. I guess I didn't, then. It was different. It was so different.
And I really don't like coke, either, or heroin. I suppose LSD was fun every once and awhile, and E was always nice when I had someone to hang all over, but now it just isn't any fun. Now everything is cold, and gray, and bitter. Now everything has lost its' color, everything has lost its' shape, its' meaning. Nothing is the same. I've been immortal, I've died immortal. I've left the immortal immortality that was left, and... now? Now she's gone. And I just want to go back. She's there. She is home. I want to go home.
But I can't. Because she is above me, and I am so, so far below her and I have fucked myself. I really have, and He wouldn't take me back if I begged, if she begged, if anyone begged, even if he begged himself. And I treated her so badly, I was so afraid that it was going to happen, and I caused it and it was my fault, and I can't. And all I know, now, right now, is the cold bar. The shiny walnut surface that I just want to crawl on top of and die – and I feel like I'm getting close to it, but I know... I know, that I'll just throw up and I'll be alive again and it'll all start over in the morning when the cops let me out of their detox cell and when I'm sober. They'll slap me on the back with sad eyes and say, “See you tonight, Gabey-baby.â€
And it hurts, because that's what she called me.
When we were young she would open her legs,spread them like the sea andI would tremble and fall all over myself like it was happening for the first time, all over again. And when we grew together I would open my heartand close it like a gate andlock it up tight so she couldn't seethe gaping wound the situation was causing,no. And when we grew apart I found myselfdazed and drunk and lost against all oddsfighting for the key that was hidden deep, deep underneath her skin,her velvet eyes,her legs,her hair, like fire into the wind.And when we were older she was thereand she grayed and faded andI was nowhere, but everywhere,I was the wind that pushed her awayand I was the ocean that dropped her,cold and lifeless into the reefs. And now that we're alone we are together,and all she wants to do is leave meand all I want to do is be left. She was my desire, and now she iscooled coals and sand.
Sometimes she wore dresses that were ruffled and simple and she wore her hair high like a mighty fortress and she built walls against me. She built walls for me. She built bridges and I burned them and waited and waited for them to rise back out of the water and slide back into place like always. She would call me "Baby" and "Honey" and "Idiot" and I would smile like a moron and wait for her forever. And forever came, and she was gone, because not everyone falls from the sky and stays forever. Not everyone remains young and spry and hateful, like I do. And she didn't. And I am dead inside.
Gabe isn't the typical fallen angel. No, in fact, he wasn't banished from Heaven, he ran as fast as his legs could carry him. His experience back on Earth, however, has not been so great; Ha'e managed to blow up several cities in the war against Heaven and Hell - both sides of the eternal are trying to get a hold of him, after all - and in the mean time fallen head over heels for a woman who has long passed on. Of course he was too much of a jackass to admit it to her, and, instead, used her for everything she was worth, and now that she's gone (at his fault, no less) he's absolutely miserable. Gabe is currently trying to get back on his own two feet - seeking therapy (the real kind, and the kind at the bar), and trying to be healthy. Of course there are moments when he mixes all three of these and, in a drunken stupor, punches his therapist.
Gabe1
Gabe2
Gabe3 via User not found: olivia
I really wouldn't call myself classy. I don't think anyone would call me classy. Actually, if you really want to know what people call me I think it's best if we leave me described as “Confidently Undefined.†Because, to be honest, I'm just a little fucked up.
I really don't like drinking. I think alcohol has this incredibly foul flavor to it that leaves the taste of vomit in my mouth in the morning, and, to be perfectly frank with you, it's pretty fucking unpleasant. And I don't really like sex either. As a matter of fact I kind of hate it, now. I guess I didn't, then. It was different. It was so different.
And I really don't like coke, either, or heroin. I suppose LSD was fun every once and awhile, and E was always nice when I had someone to hang all over, but now it just isn't any fun. Now everything is cold, and gray, and bitter. Now everything has lost its' color, everything has lost its' shape, its' meaning. Nothing is the same. I've been immortal, I've died immortal. I've left the immortal immortality that was left, and... now? Now she's gone. And I just want to go back. She's there. She is home. I want to go home.
But I can't. Because she is above me, and I am so, so far below her and I have fucked myself. I really have, and He wouldn't take me back if I begged, if she begged, if anyone begged, even if he begged himself. And I treated her so badly, I was so afraid that it was going to happen, and I caused it and it was my fault, and I can't. And all I know, now, right now, is the cold bar. The shiny walnut surface that I just want to crawl on top of and die – and I feel like I'm getting close to it, but I know... I know, that I'll just throw up and I'll be alive again and it'll all start over in the morning when the cops let me out of their detox cell and when I'm sober. They'll slap me on the back with sad eyes and say, “See you tonight, Gabey-baby.â€
And it hurts, because that's what she called me.
When we were young she would open her legs,spread them like the sea andI would tremble and fall all over myself like it was happening for the first time, all over again. And when we grew together I would open my heartand close it like a gate andlock it up tight so she couldn't seethe gaping wound the situation was causing,no. And when we grew apart I found myselfdazed and drunk and lost against all oddsfighting for the key that was hidden deep, deep underneath her skin,her velvet eyes,her legs,her hair, like fire into the wind.And when we were older she was thereand she grayed and faded andI was nowhere, but everywhere,I was the wind that pushed her awayand I was the ocean that dropped her,cold and lifeless into the reefs. And now that we're alone we are together,and all she wants to do is leave meand all I want to do is be left. She was my desire, and now she iscooled coals and sand.
Sometimes she wore dresses that were ruffled and simple and she wore her hair high like a mighty fortress and she built walls against me. She built walls for me. She built bridges and I burned them and waited and waited for them to rise back out of the water and slide back into place like always. She would call me "Baby" and "Honey" and "Idiot" and I would smile like a moron and wait for her forever. And forever came, and she was gone, because not everyone falls from the sky and stays forever. Not everyone remains young and spry and hateful, like I do. And she didn't. And I am dead inside.
Gabe isn't the typical fallen angel. No, in fact, he wasn't banished from Heaven, he ran as fast as his legs could carry him. His experience back on Earth, however, has not been so great; Ha'e managed to blow up several cities in the war against Heaven and Hell - both sides of the eternal are trying to get a hold of him, after all - and in the mean time fallen head over heels for a woman who has long passed on. Of course he was too much of a jackass to admit it to her, and, instead, used her for everything she was worth, and now that she's gone (at his fault, no less) he's absolutely miserable. Gabe is currently trying to get back on his own two feet - seeking therapy (the real kind, and the kind at the bar), and trying to be healthy. Of course there are moments when he mixes all three of these and, in a drunken stupor, punches his therapist.
Gabe2
Gabe3 via User not found: olivia
Pet Treasure
Cask of Rum
Woowoo
Subeta Sunrise
Strawberry Daiquiri
Screwdriver
Salmon Shooter
Mojito
Brandy
Homemade Dark Rum
Whiskey
Shot of Whiskey
Shot of Vodka
Nurse Fashion Doll
Pretty Girl Dolly
Pet Friends
Casse
I'm drunk, come over?