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[Delia is in the bar, curled up in her booth and reading 'the Prince', still]

[jeans, black jumper, hair out, she doesn't look like a lady at all.]

[well, that's good.]

~~[ooc: Will be back in an hour an a half, or so~~ Back]

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He nodded. "Did I show you last time? What I am?"

An alcoholic? [she flushes] Sorry. No, I don't think you did.

He gave her a little smile. Yes, Delia is certainly drunk.

He rummaged in his jacket's right pocket and pulled out his pocket knife and flicked up the blade. Using it, he sliced open his left palm and showed her the wound. She's probably seen this part before, but there's something different this time around.

Instead of bleeding a crimson elixir, a deep blue seeped from the wound.

[she stares]

...what?

He clenched his fist and the wound was gone but he was yet to wipe the blood away.

"I ain't the same as before- not my human part, though I guess I ain't human."

What are you, then?

"A book says I'm 'The Prince'. I dunno how to explain it- there ain't proper words for it." He wiped the blood away. "The bit of me you know ain't different."

Good-o. [her lips curve into a wry smile]

[OOC: Because I forgot to use my nifty amateur crappy icons that took me fucking hours because .avi files hate me, I'm wippin' out ol' bluey.]

Hawkins stared down at the blueish smears on his palm. "Means I know what I'm doin' when I use my powers, I guess."

Ah. You are powerful now, I take it

"Sorta. I guess I always was, just never knew how to use it. Like before I was in a black blizzard- a dust storm- an' didn't get dead when other folks woulda died."

Poor you.

He glanced at her. "How much you had to drink?" And more importantly, what has she had to drink? Absinthe can cause epoleptic fits, after all. That's how the halucinations occur.

A lot, actually. [she admits quite freely] On top of a really bad night's sleep. Let no one tell you, Ben Hawkins, that I am a sane, sensible girl.

"You look after yourself- passin' out in a bar ain't a smart idea." He paused. "I dunno if I could find you if some feller got you, neither."

[she smiles at him]

Don't worry, I won't. I'm going up to my room soon, anyway.

"Good." He gave her a small smile.

See? I'm getting up now [she strugles to her feet and steps away from the booth. Luckily, she's wearing jeans, otherwise she'd get tangled.]

Night, Ben.

"You need a hand? Night, Delia." He asked, with the most Hawkinsy rendition of slight mischief evah.

[she straightens herself up, and makes her way upstiars.]

[unless you were looking closely, she doesn't seem drunk]

He watched her leave so that he knew she would be ok, then went on his way.

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