ringing in the new year

[beastkeeper]

For the most part, the beginning of every new year on the block is the same. There's the party, held down in the common room (barely distinguishable from the lobby, but hey, who cares), and the reminders that go up in the week prior, telling people to bring food to share (not that everyone does — the witch provides more than enough, anyhow). There are, of course, smaller parties, held in the apartments upstairs or on the grounds, and the combinations of creatures always rotates (more or less), but the overall air remains the same. The end of one year and the ushering in of another is cause to celebrate.

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DARIUS | courtyard

[ex_virtude251]

[Darius doesn't like smoke, couldn't care less about alcohol and is driven away by loud crowds, preferring to keep to the quiet cold outside the apartments. But can anyone blame him? He looks so young.

He sits on a bench, legs folded up against his chest, long and frail arms beneath an oversized jacket reaching around to play with a little trinket he took from the party, face hidden by strands of hair falling over his eyes.]

[faunas]

[ Darius doesn't like smoke so Jordan — always mindful of other people, their likes and dislikes, how his presence affects them — quickly takes one last drag from his cigarette and then extinguishes the end with his dampened fingertips. Carefully he tucks the remains in a tiny mint tin he carries around in his jacket and then saunters over to where Darius is sitting, his hands held loosely in his pockets.

Upon approach, Jordan says quietly with a nod: ] Got company on the mind, dear, deer brother. If you don't mind the company, that is.

[ex_virtude251]

[Darius turns up with bags under dark eyes (even darker at night), neutral lips and softly knitted brows. He always looks like he should have gone to bed a long time ago, kept awake by an irresistible ghost.]

I don't mind. [His attention turns to his side.] Will my company take a seat?

[dared]

[Tyler is on his way back from the nearest off license, large bottle of vodka in hand. His gaze is really quite set on the door into the block, the little trinkle Darius is fiddling with catches in the corner of his vision, and he stops, turning to look.]

Hey. [There's something aggressive in the way he says it, especially in shouting it over the space of the courtyard - even though he might not entirely mean it to be.] Party's inside, you know.

[ex_virtude251]

[He looks ahead when he's called, narrowing his eyes, fingers still inspecting the object he borrowed. Darius would rather not have to shout back...]

Too loud.

[dared]

It's new year's, it's meant to be loud.

[Like that would dispel any discomfort caused by the loudness.]