[CoC] Shadows of the Past

[Dark Nemesis]

The gentleman who answered the phone at the cab company had sounded like he had just been roused from a sound sleep. The phone call took a little longer than it ordinarily would have, as Gloria had to repeat her home address and her destination a few times for the sleepy telephone operator. Still, he promised that he would send a cab as soon as possible.

As Gloria sat, nervously awaiting the cab, she heard the sound of a key turning in the lock. A moment later, her roommates, Abigail and Belinda burst in, laughing and talking loudly.

“Gloria! Darling, you will never guess who we ran into this evening!” Belinda said. However, before Gloria had to guess, Abigail spoke up.

“Gloria, you look affright! What is the matter?”

 

[Maerdwyn]

“I am not the one you should be asking for mercy from,” Father Gregory replied. He glared down at William, before, offering him a hand with a sigh. When he spoke again, his tone had softened. “William, why do you do this to yourself? This habit of yours will land you in an early grave.”

William shook his head, seriously. "I'm off it now, Father. I made you a promise - 'Just once more, and that's it. Just once more in honor of the Honorable Senator's death, and then I'm clean and sober for good.' That's what I said, and now that I've had it, I'm off it." Even if the sleep that hooch gave me was short and desperate, instead of long and dreamless. Even if I feel like I've just lost my guts the same way the Old Man did. Still, William really meant to keep his word, this time. Just like always, a nasty voice in his head added. He felt he need to do something to encourage whatever was left of the good person in him, and said: "Any other poor sods on your rounds tonight, Father? If you give me a few minutes to...gather myself...I could lend you a hand. Danny's sometimes easier to bring in if I talk him down first...Some of the others, too...." In truth, though, William hoped Father Gregory would turn down the offer of help. Just thinking of the smell of some other drunk's vomit was nearly enough to set him off again, and the next morning hangover was already starting to come on now.

 

[Capellan]

Shivering at the sudden chill, Randolph quickly slipped on the coat and jammed his hands inside the pockets. Guess the oil burner in my room works better than I thought.

The BANG of the door made him jump. He stopped for a moment, heart hammering from surprise, then snorted in amusement at himself. Someone else must have been working late as well. Shaking his head at his own foolishness, he began to walk down the corridor towards the doors, his footsteps loud in the silence.

 

[sellars]

“Mister, that’s some mean guitar you play,” a tall gangly black youth stood beside his chair, look at him in awe. In front of him was a full glass of rye, sitting next to his recently emptied one.

"Thanks son, sit down! can I help you with anything?"

Yes! another night of free drinks! suckers *gniffel*

 

[Dark Nemesis]

Father Gregory smiled faintly at William’s words. “No, my son, I have already gathered the rest of my flock for the evening. Danny was quite willing to go with me, though it took me longer than I expected to carry Jonathan home. However, I do appreciate the offer.” Father Gregory clasped his hands behind him, and looked up at the stars. “What of you, William? Will you return to your room, now?”

 

[Dark Nemesis]

As Randolph drew closer, he realized that the door that had slammed belonged to professor James Killington, another esteemed member of the faculty. He did not know Professor Killington well, the old man was known to be something of a recluse, preferring books over human company. As Randolph passed by the door, he heard the soft murmur of voices on the other side. Or rather, a voice, it sounded like only one person was speaking.

 

[Dark Nemesis]

“Hey, thanks!” The youth said, and quickly took a seat across from him. “My name’s Benjamin Lewis, but everyone calls me Bennie. I can’t believe I’m really meeting you!” As he spoke, Bennie would occasionally look from one of Charlie’s eyes to the other.

 

[Capellan]

Randolph paused. It would be very bad manners to listen ... but his grandparents had always criticised him for his lack of manners. Besides, Killington's an odd enough chap at the best of times. What's he doing here at this time of night?

Not moving, Randolph cocked his head, trying to make out the words from inside the office.

 

[Maerdwyn]

“What of you, William? Will you return to your room, now?”

William nodded, a little glumly. "Yes. I guess I'm not in shape for much else tonight. What time is it, by the way?" He paused, taking a look at his surroundings.

 

[sellars]

“Hey, thanks!” The youth said, and quickly took a seat across from him. “My name’s Benjamin Lewis, but everyone calls me Bennie. I can’t believe I’m really meeting you!” As he spoke, Bennie would occasionally look from one of Charlie’s eyes to the other.

Charlie comfortably hangs back in his chair, putting his guitar back into the case. While placing his guitar between his feet under his chairhe keeps staring at Bennie with his bad eye. They always get nervous, hehe though Charlie. What shall I tell this time? I think the Voodoo priest story might do

"Well, Bennie, tell me about yourself, and about this place, and I'll tell you about the eye you have been staring at. But not before you get me another rye."

As Bennie gets up to get another drink Charlie starts examining the place and it's people. Looking for familiar faces. He remains at his place until Bennie gets back so he can see what's to learn about the city he arrived at yesterday.