Ow I've finally got round to up dating this fic. Sorry! I've been busy doing collage work which has been hell lately. As i said in the last chappie all these things, events r based on several drunken parties iv been to. It's quite scary that i can relate my friends to Escaflowne charters. If ur wondering i would be Van crashed out early. But i think mainly i'm Folken
OOOWWW i don't own Escaflowne but hehehe Folken is duck taped to my ceiling, Yes i know ur thinking what a crazy fetish but yes he is there and i'm not peeling him down!
But any way lets begin
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*VAN
I slowly peeled open my puffy eyes to be greeted by a dark stale smoke filled room.
I sat up. My head was pounding as though a tiny chibbi Dill, it cud only be that crazy pryo cos he was the one who uncharged me to challenge him to a drinking contest,was stamping on my brain in his huge flame boots. I could only grasp my forehead and pray there was relive in the shape off pain killers in the cupboard. I could feel my stomach swishing around. The alcohol had just sat there in my stomach. I lent back in to the sofa and ran my fingers through my raven colored hair. Out the corner off my eye i could see my beautiful honey colored haired girlfriend. She was sprawled across the dinning table. I couldn't help but chuckle even though it hurt so much.
My hole body was stiff and there was a creek in my neck where i had slept in the chair. I don't think the alcohol had quite worn off for when i stood up i wobbled. I stumbled to Hitomi removing my hooded top and wrapped it around her. I had to pick her up i couldn't leave her there
"Hu.....Van" her eyes opened slightly then she feel back asleep. She always looked so innocent and cute when she was asleep. I normally liked to watch her sleep but the shooting pains in my head insisted i put her down on the sofa and get pain killers.
I grasped my throbbing head again. I think i hated Dilandau even more.
NEVER AGAIN NEVER AGAIN!!!!!! would i drink again even though i blatantly knew i would but i still cursed my self.
The stale smoke in the room started to make my eyes run so i sort refuge in the kitchen. I grad a glass and poured myself some water. Gulping the water down hoping to water the alcohol down my faithful brother walked in. He looked even rougher than me. Instead of his spiky hair it kinda had gone fuzzy as thought all the gell had come out. Folken was particular when it came to his hair he would spend hours doing it. Sum times i would wonder if i was living with a girl the amount of time he spends in the bathroom.
He scratched his head and opened the fridge grading the carton of orange juice. Slamming the door as he drank from the carton.
"AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRR ghesss Folken" I grabbed my forehead with my other hand
"Couldn't you close it a little quieter." Folken just looked at me it seemed that he hadn't slept well. He quickly turned to the sink and started to caught. This was anther Folken morning ritual. Coughing chunks of black flem which he spat then in to the sink. It made my stomach turn.
"You think i would of stopped by now" he said between coughs
"eewww that was a big one i think i have half a lung left". I couldn't watch so i turned to the cupboards. At times like these i wished i was deaf. Opening the cupboard where the pain killers where only to be great of the horror of an empty packet.
"I'm going to he shop..... need pain relief.!"
*FALKEN
After hearing my brother mumble about something and slamming the front. It kinda hit me what kinda state he was in. I turned the tap on and washed the crap down the sink. I often think that i really should stop smoking. I looked up at the window i noticed my reflection. I shuddered at it i looked as bad as what van must of be feeling.
But suddenly i had a sudden urge to eat fat amounts of soggy cereals. I walked in to the living room knowing to well we where out of milk so i couldn't help my carving. My living from was totaled my new curtains had been incinerated and semi naked people littered my floor. I started the long job of tidying up the empty cans, bottles and packets of Maryland cookies, a personal favorite of course when i was on a munchie, i tried not to step on the bodies. I could here bottles behind me clanging.
"HAY Folken" Shouted the familiar voice of Allen
"I Allen Shazar Knight of The Ashtray has brought yeah ow great Lord Folken of The Flying Pebble a gift from the west" Ow don't ask about the names it's a long story and i can't remember most of that night anyway. Well i do and it involves plastic forks, an ash tray, a stick, and three very bored people at a B.Q.
Ok well u twisted my arm. But this bit u have to imagine everyone in chebbie it's more humorous
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I can't quiet remember all of it but me and Allen for sum strange reason decided to play knights with plastic forks. Merle wouldn't let us have plastic knives and well spoons don't have the same effect.
So any way Allen stole my ash tray and claimed for his own, Which Consequently pissed me off. So i challenged him to a fork fight.
"Allen u knob give it back" Giggling like a school girl he was running around the yard with it. With me following waving a fork in the air like a pitchfork.
" No i Allen Shazar claim this Ashtray as mine hahahahaha!" In a drunken stumble i slipped and kinda fell on my fork braking it. Gazing up at the sky that kinda seemed to be spinning round at an incredibly fast pace
"Hay dude u ok" Allen's head leaded over me his hair almost dangling in my face. I held my broken fork in the air and couldn't help but pout. I had grown quite fond of that fork in the few minutes we had been together.
"Well here dude u can have this pebble" Allen had picked up a pebble of the ground.
"Dude this is a shit weapon"
"Yeah well..... well use your imagination dude" Jumping to my feet triumphantly clutching this pebble i belted out
" I the great Lord Folken shall beat yeah silly Sir Allen knight of the Ash Tray with my amazing Flying Pebble!" Out of no where Dil appeared by my side that kid always seemed to appear when there was a fight about to start.
"I the Great Lord Dilandua shall...." he was clutching a twig
"Um little bro like the grown ups are playing"Allen had to interrupt. Dil scared me he always takes things to far.
"But I've got the Alseides" Still clutching the stick and shoving it in Allen's face
"Little bro why do you call everything that. Even the dog was called "
"COS IT SOUNDS COOL ALLEN!!!!!!And don't metion the dog . I loved that damn dog and that's not true my new skates are called Oreides."Aaaaarrr the Shazars dog poor Alseides was never the same after Dilandua had shaved it and tried to set the poor thing on fire and this was when he was 3.But by now the psycho was hitting Allen with the stick. So as Allen was wresting Dilandua i decided to try and pry the ashtray from his hands. But failed miserably and all of use ended up in a fight with Dill beating everyone with a stick me with a pebble and Allen with a plastic fork and the ashtray well that can out the worse. Alas my poor ashtray was never the same.
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"I bring yeah....... MILK!" Allen handed me a bottle of milk and then anther and anther. He carried on handing me bottles. He had clearly been on a milk run with Dryden. They had crammed bottles in every pocket they had. Dryden was still clutching an arm full of full bottles of milk.
I don't see what depriving people of there milk could be much fun. I stated this to them
"Hay at least you won't run out of milk."The blonde never really quite under stood things.
"And what happens when all these go off. Then what do i do with them" Allen looked kinda blank
"Um ....... make cheese or well there's those cute cat sisters next door. I'm sure they like milk. Allen winked at me.
Aaaarrrr the cat sisters i never caught there names when we moved in. But they where kinda cute and they had an obsession with watching me especially when it can to me hanging my washing out. I'm sure a pair of my boxers had gone missing after the last time they watched me putting the washing out.
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oooowww will Folken find his missing boxers
Will van return with pain killers
AND where ow where does Atlantis come in oowww find out soon
ANY way hope u enjoyed it plus i hope i got a giggle or even a smile on you're faces. But im off to start writing up the next chappie. Hope to see u all soon