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[Taitum Marshall]

One of those few days where Taitum allowed himself just a bit of peace and quiet were on Sundays. That Sunday afternoon was no different and what did taitum do for said peace and quiet? He got a bottle of wine, a glass and a blanket and went to the lake. Eventually, during the course of the afternoon, he stopped using the glass and just drank from the bottle.

The taste of the bitter red wine cooled and soothed his temper and heated the cold numbness in his chest more often than not. It had become an habitual little ceremony over the months working at Hammel. Most people went to work on Sundays. Taitum went to the bottom of a wine bottle. More than once, the thought had crossed Taitum’s mind to get up and walk straight into the lake.

Only problem with that was his self preservation instincts. He was almost certain that to his body, drowning was NOT an option. That was definitely not the right way for him to commit suicide. No, Taitum would need to go down with the sword he’d lived by. A bullet. Messy yes, but effective enough if aimed at the right place.

All these thoughts wandered across his mind as the world began to fuzz around him and the ex-Sergeant fell back onto the blanket underneath him to stare up at the branches half covering the cloudy sky from his view. His hand tightened around the neck of his wine bottle and he gave a lazy yawn sighing out shortly after the yawn.

He didn’t even hear the footsteps come up to him. He was too luke warm in the drunk pool to be bothered about any of that, too caught up in his own little happy place to care that he wasn’t alone anymore. His eyes fluttered shut and he gave a groan when it finally dawned on him that he was NOT alone.

”Just turn around and walk that way, pretending you didn’t see my. I’m fine. I’m happy...”
Taitum waved his hand in the air motioning for whomever was there to walk away. That last thing he wanted was a stranger helping him.

[Therru Simmons]

She hadn't expected anyone to be there, much less this person. Therru recognized him as one of the security officers, but she didn't know his name. She didn't really know ay of their names to be honest. It was one of her failings, not getting to know the people at this school. Of late she had been trying to coorect that, and had been doing a pretty good job. Therru looked at him, trying to figure out what was wrong, why he wanted her to go away. Of course, she wasn't going to because she had as much right to be here as him. She took out her small notebook and sat down next to him. The young girl had been planning on practicing her power, but now it made her nervous. She didn't really like practicing around people because she screwed up. What if people made fun of her when she tried new things?

" I do not think I'll be going anywhere. I particularly like the lake, and I am quite sure I have every bit as much a right to be here as you." She just shook her head. Adults were silly creatures anyway and didn't understand the people around them. Therru looked at his squared face and dark hair, wondering what he was thinking. She was going to ask, because that was how she was. She didn't ask other people about their problems and didn't share her own. It was no use burdening anyone with her own problems when they had plenty of their own to take care of.

[Taitum Marshall]

Taitum groaned when the girl took a seat beside him on the blanket he’d laid out. He half opened his eyes glancing across a girl that could not have been more than 17 years in age and then he groaned. Why couldn’t he just get away from them?! He didn’t want to be nice and sweet and lovely to the rug rats.

They were annoying and the only reason Taitum took this job was because it totally beat being a security guard at a mall or something along those lines. He’d hate that idea completely but at least he’d have been able to kick some teenage butt in the process. Apparently, the only person who’s butt he didn’t particularly feel the need to kick was Thyme and that was only because Thyme was almost like his brother.

Taitum slowly moved the bottle away from him staring up at the branches of the tree they were under when he heard her words. Human interaction. He was perfectly incapable of it and yet these annoying kids, like the Kaytee girl, like this girl, were forcing him to… well, interact. Taitum let out a soft sigh and flicked his eyes to meet hers.

”What? See something that amuses you?”
Taitum said with a slight slur to his words. The world was spinning in a delightful way and he would have bitten back sharply at her if it hadn’t been for half a bottle of red wine already having been consumed and warming his blood, in turn his cold heart.

”Where’s your friends? Shouldn’t you be having fun with them instead of being here with some…”
Some what? Some freak? Some killer? Some boring staff member? Some human icicle? What would get her to leave? He’d barely seen this one around much. She was obviously one of the quiet and very lucky ones in the school.

The girls that didn’t get into much trouble or hassle or anything of the sort. He hated those kinds. They made his job a pretty boring one.

[Therru Simmons]

He was a sad person, Theru could already tell by his rather unfriendly manner. He didn't want to have anything to do with her or the people around. Judging by the bottle he had been drining heavily and it reflected in his speech, slightly slurred and rather uncoordinated. Therru shook her head again slightly.

" I do not think there is anything here funny. As for friends, the people I spend time with are currently unavailable. They have better things to do." Even though you would think her words would sound bitter they weren't. They were just flat truth and she didn't get upset over that fact. The man stopped himself just before he said what he was, but Therru wouldn't ask. He seemed to need someone to talk with and if he choose to do so she had an open ear.

[Taitum Marshall]

God. The girl sounded like his mother. He hated it when woman sounded like they were better then him. So what? She was sober. He was drunk. He didn't care. Taitum hurt her words and shrugged at them.
"Story of my life. Everyone's too busy. Rush here... rush there..."
Taitum gave a groan relaxing more into the grass beneath him. His eyes were dopey which made their 'sleepy come to bed' appearance, that much more enhanced. He gave a lazy yawn and stretched at one of his legs, watching the girl beside him.

"You're still here? Are you gonna tell those farts I get drunk? It's only on Sundays. That's the day it happened. It's in memory of my murders... "
Taitum raised his bottle into the air, sat up slightly and drained the last of it.
"I killed three people... on a Sunday..."
He brought the bottle to his lips again but nothing came from it. He tilted it upside down and pouted at the fact that only two drops dripped out.

"I'm all out..."
Taitum dropped the bottle between them and fall back onto the blanket, his face turned away from her as he turned his eyes to his hand lain in front of his face. He stared at it. His hand. It had been covered in blood. He'd been screaming. They had been trembling, shaking... bleeding...