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¬ | a beacon from the V O I D appeared !
R E D is initially perplexed by the n o t i o n of releasing himself, u n m o t i v a t e d, into the wilderness of the public. the hustle of n o r m a l lives; the bustling bunch of people wasting away their pay packets on weak drinks and t i d b i t s, only served as a reminder to why he h e a v i l y avoided N O R M A L life as much as he possibly could. and why he freed others f r o m the distaste in a vicious cycle of ... p u r g i n g. A S he bustled his way through b u s y, perspiring bodies, avoiding contact at A L L costs, he kept his hands ( which were now balled into fists ) inside his pockets. relentlessly shoving the f a l l i n g drunkards, causing friction and f i g h t s from the unknowing victims on the receiving end of the fallen. he arrived at the V I P section, and was immediately USHERED through, a drink s h o v e d into his hand -- much S T R O N G E R, better, than the w a t e r e d down alcohol staining the floors outside. he worked a smile onto his benevolent features, and sat on one of the cushioned, velvety couches, set at either sides of the flashy room.
“ W H Y ... ” as red took a sip of the drink he’d been so quickly equipped with, he couldn’t help but F I N D an unfamiliar face over the tarnished R I M of the glass. he leaned forward, pointedly aiming the glass out, along with one of his fingers towards her as he spoke. “ you’re not a COMMONER; are you? ”
