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Aiedan
Legacy Name: Aiedan
The
Common JollinOwner:
DaleyAge: 14 years, 9 months, 2 days
Born: August 15th, 2009
Adopted: 12 years, 2 months, 3 weeks ago
Adopted: February 21st, 2012
Statistics
- Level: 8
- Strength: 65
- Defense: 63
- Speed: 53
- Health: 63
- HP: 63/63
- Intelligence: 4
- Books Read: 4
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
The music is thrumming through the floorboards and I'm starting to feel my head throb in time with the beat. Frustrated, I glower in the general direction of the offending dorm and rip another sheet of paper from one of the many notebooks scattered in front of me. I crumple up the paper and throw it at the wall - about as close to banging on the wall shouting "SHUT UP!" as I ever get.
That's my problem though. Always spineless.
I run a hand through my hair and exhale loudly. My hair's too long again - I can already feel it. It makes me think of her and how much she used to tease me for it. She used to say you could shave a yeti and it would grow its hair back slower than me. Problem was I could never tell if she was joking or not. She was the crazy one who hung out with weird and impossible creatures like yetis. That was her domain. Always was. I look down at the paper in front of me and the denial in my own thoughts makes me ill. It's my domain now.
Always will be.
Some ungodly hour of the morning and I'm twelve beers deep and passed out on my bed. It's a weird feeling - being drunk and asleep simultaneously. My dreams are weird on the best of days, but usually the alcohol blocks them out. Not enough beer in the world to keep her out though.
"Aiedan," a soft voice calls to me, "Aiedan what are you doing?"
My eyes flutter open... or is it just the dream-me that's getting up? I can't really tell. Either way I can see now and there's a pair of green eyes staring back at me. Her eyes.
"Why did you come here?" I groan, throwing a hand up over my face. She grins and moves it aside.
"I like to say hello. And let you know I'm still here."
"But you're not." I grunt irritably. She smiles at my impatience. This is familiar ground for her.
"One day." she whispers, nuzzling up against me. I hold her for a little while, dozing off again until she's calling my name once more.
"Aiedan... Aiedan... AIEDAN! Oh for goodness's sake - GET UP DREAMWEAVER!"
I jolt awake, sitting straight up in my bed and making my head spin. Deep violet eyes are staring at me now. Not my girl. Not mine.
"Ughhhh Ricoh what the hell do you want?" I ask.
The newcomer stands up from her perched position at the end of my bed. In the darkness of the room I can vaguely make out her tossing her dark hair irritably over a shoulder as she inspects her fingernails.
"What the hell do you think I want at four o'clock in the fucking morning?" She snarls, leering dangerously at me. I groan. Somewhere between beers four and twelve, I completely forgot to deliver the dream.
"On the desk. Red notebook. His name's on the front so sort of a give-away." I wave vaguely in the direction of my desk.
"Will it do what we need it to?" Ricoh queries in response, clicking her ridiculously high heels against the floorboards as she stalks towards my workspace.
"Yeah, yeah. All the usual. Dreams to inspire him to achieve greatness in his life and blah blah blahhhhhh." I drawl, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. I'm not quite sure if I'm purposely being petulant or if I'm still just slurring from the beer. Ricoh doesn't seem to pay me much attention anyway. She picks up the red book and flicks through it for a moment before nodding.
"Good. And the other one?" She asks, spinning around to look at me in the dark. I pause, biting my lip as I hesitate.
"I'm not going through this with you again," Ricoh sneers, "it's your job. Just do it."
I shake my head irritably but point at the tattered black notebook sticking out from one of my shelves. She barely looks my way as she snatches it up and stalks towards my open window.
"Next time, remember to deliver your own stuff. I'm not your babysitter Aiedan." For half a second she sounds much softer and kinder, but I quickly write it off as a drunken illusion. Before I have a chance to dwell on it, she's jumped out my window and disappeared into the night. I fall back against my bed and stare at the ceiling.
Sleep won't come again.
It's going to be another long night.