Destined To Fall

[Luis Caldeira]

There is a problem here with our society, the absence of my tears is my sobriety, I have a growing fear and you're not helping me, am I the only one who realizes it's true?

IT'S TRUE, WE ARE DESTINED TO FALL

It was nearing dusk as LuÝs trudged through the familiar slums, on his way home. He'd slipped a half-empty bottle of firewhiskey off the table of the pub before anyone could miss it - and once he was out of the harsh realm of upper class public scrutiny, he drained it in one. Entering the less desirable area of Hogsmeade that was more what he called his 'territory', LuÝs had slowed his quick pace to more of a wandering step. He wished he were drunk enough to be able to 'stagger' rather than walk, but unfortunately he didn't even have enough knuts, let alone sickles or galleons, at his disposal for a proper drink. And, as he rummaged in his jacket pocket for his wand, the only beverage he could conjure up from nothing was regrettably, water.

So there he was, solitary as usual and ignoring whatever scuttling presences of other human life there were lurking in the shadows of the dingy, run-down buildings, minding his own business. Until he lost his balance, ripping his wand out of his pocket to free his hand in order to balance himself again, his left hand still clinging to the empty firewhiskey bottle, looking perhaps as if he were actually drunk. Unfortunately, he'd just stumbled over an object on the ground - the slums were full of debris, waste and litter, but this object had been hard and heavy...enough to have stubbed his toe on through his scuffed shoes. "Aaargh, Merlin's-" he cursed, irritated. Until he glanced down at the object, still hopping in rage and pain from his toe injury, until he saw that it was gleaming silver, once hidden and camouflaged under the viscous layers of mud that paved the streets. "Whatever it is, it could be worth somethin'..." LuÝs muttered to himself, beginning to bend down - forgetting to scrutinise the area first in case someone else was already watching or ready to pounce on his discovery...

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[Jacob Van Der Linde]

By now it was fairly dark and the Three Broomsticks was still bustling with activity. Jacob had been there most of the day playing Blackjack in the storage room with a few of his workers, gambling with small amounts of money. He decided to head into the slums as he often did , life was never really boring at the Three Broomsticks but the slums was a place that was full of interesting men and women.

Jacob was dressed in his casual clothes and decided that was a good choice as he would not want to draw too much unwanted attention while going through the slums, even in the darkness. His old red and white shirt was worn and old looking as well as his brown suspender pants and leather shoes. As he was walking through the alleyways and corridors of the slums he came across a few women offering him a "good time" for a few Galleons, these offers were kindly declined by the older man.

As he entered a small opening in the slums he heard someone cursing but could only make out the figure of a shorter person and something gleaming on the ground. "Hello? You alright?" asked Jacob wondering who this person was.






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[Luis Caldeira]

There is a problem here with our society, the absence of my tears is my sobriety, I have a growing fear and you're not helping me, am I the only one who realizes it's true?

IT'S TRUE, WE ARE DESTINED TO FALL

LuÝs jumped up rapidly as another voice intruded in this narrow street of the Slums. Even stood up straight, he wasn't exactly tall enough to be described as 'imposing', though his unwelcoming expression and defensive stance - feet apart and balanced, looking sidelong at the newcomer, clutching his wand in his right hand, the empty bottle in his left, and perfectly comfortable with using either as a weapon if it came to it. Or else, his sharp tongue.

He took a step nearer as he began to make out the figure in the gloom, making sure to stand in front of the silver object that would probably be valuable and by selling it off, LuÝs could hope to buy himself a new pair of shoes that he'd just wrecked in his stumble. Or just another drink... So he wasn't eager for someone else to steal his discovery when he could make such vital use of it. It wasn't often something valuable was encountered on the ground in the slums of all places, so LuÝs wasn't going to let it go easy. Not that he knew what it was yet; he better not be let down.

Now to keep the other man at bay. Appraising the older man, LuÝs decided he wasn't too much of a threat - his tone had been friendly, though the Portuguese man wasn't going to stop being wary. After a long pause of staring the man down, he replied sarcastically, "Never been better, ain't I?" With an annoyed grimace, he added, "I'm fine. Whas'it t'you? And who are you, besides?"

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