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[PHAEDRA ERITY WALSH]

* bound with the weight of the world ,

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over and over phaedra had gone through the scenario. time and time again she’d spent hours, minutes, and even full days trying to figure out what the hell was going on with her life. when she’d first moved to the hampton's, things seemed almost perfect. for the first time in her young life, she'd managed to get out of brooklyn, something she'd only dreamed of up until then. sam had provided her with all the luxuries that money could buy, but even more than that, he gave her a place that she could truly call home. why he'd decided to take her in in the first place was beyond her, but she'd been gratefully nonetheless, whether she showed it enough or not. now that he was gone, phaedra wasn't sure what to do with herself anymore. she'd moved in with atticus for the time being, till she could scrounge up enough money to get a place of her own, and got a job as a waitress down at a local cafe. she didn't make much, but it was a start. she'd do whatever it took to stay here, because there was no way in hell she was going back to brooklyn.

getting up from the bed where she'd been laying, phaedra glanced in the mirror across the room and winced. her silky brown locks were listless against her bony shoulders, her collar bone protruding and barely any evidence of make up crossed her features. she’d barely done anything since she’d been home from work, but now, she decided, was time to do something. breaking out the curling iron, she plugged it in and meandered around the room, extracting random articles of clothing and streaming them across the bed like a conveyor. once it’d warmed up, she touched it tentatively with her finger, cringed and began working tediously on her hair. some fifteen minutes later, loose ringlets had transformed from her bleak, flaxen locks. emerald gaze flipped to the bed as she wandered over, slipping off her plaid pajama shorts and into a pair of black skinny jeans. now to pick out a shirt, which wasn’t difficult, a simple oversized creme colored silk top that hung off the shoulders. now she was ready to go.

slipping on a pair of black heels, phaedra headed for the front door, extracted her phone from her clutch along the way and shooting atticus a quick text to meet her at paradox. then she was outside, the wind blowing her curls this way and that as she made her way down the sidewalk. after a quick drive, she was more than pleased to see the night club in which harbored the bar. pushing her way to the front of the line, she entered the place with ease; being friends with the owner had it's perks. the dim overhead lighting mixed with the thick waft of cigarette smoke greeted phaedra and she found her deep green gaze traveling the distance of the room as it circled around the modern modeled bar, all types littering the room evenly. after she found seats edging around the bar, phae found himself closest to the back of the room, the lighting not substantial to let her gaze around at the occupants of the surrounding tables. the alcohol was poured freely as she found herself on her forth shot of tequila; the drink of choice not even being by her own choice. she took whatever was slid in her direction and downed it without a care, hoping the remembrance of the last few weeks in their entirety could somehow disappear with each open throated gulp.

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[ATTICUS NATHANIEL ROBERTS]

Atticus was walking around, just taking his sweet time making a stroll around town. He had no place to be or anything to do so why not take this time to just hang out with himself? He found himself getting more bored each and every day. Doing the same routine was tiresome. He was sick of waking up, getting drunk and then passing out. It got old after a while, yet he could not find another way to use his time. At least to use his time in a manner he found appropriate. His definition of appropriate was much more flexible than the usual one. He found appropriate included an array of things, most of which were viewed as inappropriate. He did not care though. Who was he to care? He had the whole world to explore and play with. So why not use it to his own advantage? He did whatever the hell he wanted. No one could stop him. Even if they wanted to do it so badly. Atticus was unstoppable in his ways. He loved his habits and he truly despised breaking them.

Atticus didn't even know where he was right now. To be honest, he seemed to never know where he was these days. Literally he knew he was standing in a liquor store, but he had no idea where his mind was. It was somewhere where it shouldn't be as always. He seemed to never be in the right mind spot. Not that anyone really card or that he did. He liked being this strange. It surrounded him with an air of mystery. It made people curious about him, and he couldn't resist that. He couldn't resist the way people looked at him. It always made him smile. It made him feel like he had power over them. It made people want to get to know him too. It kept them on edge. It made them make sure they were always on alert with him.

His phone began to beep. He looked down at it and opened it up, reading the message that Phaedra sent him. He smiled softly to himself before putting the phone away. He slide his hand through his head and walked away without buying himself any sort of alcohol. There was no need for that if he was going to Paradox. He frequented that club often for obvious reasons. Atticus took a cab to the spot. Driving himself would be stupid because then he would have no way of getting home safely. There was no way he was about to not enjoy himself just so he could drive home by himself. He was wearing black pants, a blue shirt and it was tucked in neatly. Atticus always looked great, in is own opinion at least. He walked through the crowds of people and began to search around for Phae. Atticus felt kind of pathetic looking around for a girl, but there was no way he was just going to stand around alone at a bar. He spotted her and walked over. "Hey there," he said to her, his voice low and his breath stained with cigarettes.

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