it's the orgy of the free

[NATALIE JOANNE WINTERS]

--- bodies in motion, the sound of the ocean
came into vision by the light of the dancing flame.

All around her the sound of laughter and enthusiastic chatter danced in the cool breeze coming off the water, with the occasional delighted shriek from girls running into it’s cold shallows. The beer in her hand was steadily freezing her fingers, but it was a welcome relief from the heat rolling off the fire in front of her. Even with the night air steadily cooling around her she’d still need to move her lawn chair back from it twice.

The bonfire party had started a few hours ago, and by now it was at full swing. One keg had already been emptied, and a group of enthusiastic younger –well, younger looking- men were making quick work of the second one, if their cries of ‘chug!’ were anything to go by. There was also a small village of coolers growing around the lawn chairs, empties laying next to them like fallen trees. Her cooler was one of them; only half full now, as she’d happily dummied her mickey of rum and some beers, and more than once she’d pretended not to notice as others drunkenly helped themselves. After all, it wasn’t like there was a shortage if she ran out.

Ah, being dead, Natalie thought with bittersweet affection. You could drink until your blood turned into alcohol, but you never had to worry.

She’d arrived with a couple of her friends, but they’d lost each other in the crowd an hour ago. This didn’t bother her: there were plenty of other people to chill with and about a dozen drinking games to join (whoever had brought the lawn chairs had smartly brought portable tables), which she happily had until she wanted to sit down for a bit.

Natalie watched with amusement as a trio of guys raced towards the dock, stripping their shirts off and shouting taunts at each other as they went before cannonballing off the end. She’d been around too long to be bitter anymore –unfortunately that didn’t cure her frequent boredom- and did her best to look on the bright side, and she enjoyed seeing others do the same. After all, just because they hadn’t got to live their lives didn’t mean they had to stop living.

Her eyes unconsciously wandering back to the fire as she zoned out with these thoughts, a faint smile gracing her lips.

[tags] open!
[words] 390!
[outfit] click!
[notes] sorry it’s a rather ‘whole lot of nothing’ post!
[music] night of the dancing flame – róisín murphy!

[WREN SEBASTIAN ZEIGER]

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I F E E L T H E RAGE A N D I J U S T C A N T H O L D I T , I T S S C R A T C H I N G O N T H E W A L L S I N T H E
C L O S E T INTHEHALLSITCOMES A W A K E

For small towns like Empress, it was surprisingly popular to have parties in and around the town. Most of the conservative grandparents would be inside minding their own business and pretending they didn’t care about the noises that came from the outside world. No matter how thick the trees, no matter how far the party ventured out to, it was always sounded in someone’s ear somewhere. It didn’t help the majority of Empress was a flat ground that was open to every sound and every snoopy person. But if anything, this eliminating sound was the type of thing that got most people’s attention, allowing the party to grow.

Normally, he wasn’t the type to go out and party, in fact he was almost completely against drinking for the fact that he knew it would kill the brain cells that he proudly kept up there. But there was something about doing something unique to the lifestyle he had once been accustomed to that drew him in closer to the sounds of drunken slurs and a variety of cheers and screams. Eventually, he found himself pacing towards the old Boating Dock, a place that was somewhere deep in the forest that had always been popular for the parties that Wren rarely attended. When he was alive, he had created too many enemies, and was too smart to show his face down at parties more than he was welcomed... not that it stopped him on all occasions.

He let himself venture and walk around everyone, who mostly were in their own worlds, ignoring his existence. He found his way to the blazing fire that warmed his body, even though it had been so cold with death. He found himself looking through the fire, finding his perspective devious and rather unique to the one he normally took. He noticed a girl that had found her place laying in one of the many lane chairs littered about, and then his attention was brought to screaming, half naked men that jumped off the old dock. Had this been what he was missing out on before?

He laughed a little, mostly because he had never cared for parties, and even now he could see why. A lot of it was just so mindless and abstract, and Wren had too much of the scientific mind to be at places such as this, although he did enjoy talking to people that were ever so honest in their drunken state. He might as well start with a little more amusement. He walked around the fire and stood, right in front of the girl that had lounged in the chair. He knew he was fairly close to her and he also knew that he was blocking the warmth of the fire. Wren knew right away that she was a ghost, and therefore having a fire seemed like a nice thing to have once you experienced the warmth you had lost when you died.

“Oh, I’m sorry, am I stealing the warmth of the fire from you?” He smiled slightly, unsure of where this might lead him. It would be another experiment that he would find himself in for his own personal events of human studies.

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LYRICS//: monster, skillet
TUNAGE//: down, breathe carolina
COUNT//: 534
NOTES//: lala, I really wanted to post, sorry if this is a little... stupid. D: