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Post by tenacious on Feb 14, 2010 10:57:09 GMT -5
Hirsch frowned at the sudden question before speaking, "My mother was a kind lady, but she liked to have things go her way; she had her whole life planned out on a piece of paper, never taking into account that she would have to make changes. She wanted a girl, you know; very disappointed when I was born. But she was a nice mother all the same. It was my father I really didn't like- he prefered power. That's why he married my mother; because she was small and he could easily sway her.
"He was a strict man as well. Always wanted the best from me. He'd probably have a heart attack if he knew I lived in hotels at times," Hirsch laughed before looking over at Annelise, "What were yours like?"
He knew he probably sounded like a horrible complainer, but he didn't wish to shine his parents in a bad light all the time, knowing they had at least tried.
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Post by wolflegend on Feb 14, 2010 11:17:47 GMT -5
Annelise listened to the man Hirsch, thinking about her own parents.
"Well..... My mother was the nicest person you could ever meet, she was caring, loving, but that all changed.... She's gone now and there's nothing I can do about it.."
She said as she looked out towards the beach, not wanting to meet the gaze of the man.
Annelise avoided talking about her fatheer. He wasn't much of a father: always staying out late, drinking, hitting her and her mother and a bunch of other stuff.
Annelise had gone through a lot, but it made her the person she was.
OOC: sorry for shortness, my head is killing me. :(
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Post by tenacious on Feb 15, 2010 14:59:31 GMT -5
"You didn't mention your father," Hirsch murmured, eyes narrowing for a moment, "So, I'm assuming you don't want to. In which case, I could change the subject," he added.
Hirsch had stumbled across enough people to know when a parent was left out when the question was being answered for the first time, it generally meant said parent had been nothing more then a burden, a sack of bad memories for their children, for their families, to carry around on their shoulders. It happened a lot more then nesscary in his world. Parents, family, friends, simply did not understand the feud taking place all around them because they were blind.
Which I wouldn't mind being, Hirsch thought darkly. Oh, yes, he wouldn't mind being blind to this world. He'd rather be ignorant then know what he did.
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Post by wolflegend on Feb 15, 2010 15:09:34 GMT -5
Annelise sighed and leaned back up and walked around the balcony, pacing. "Nothing much to tell unless if you like stories of how people are abused, staying out late drinking till they were beyond drunk, and basically never at hom for their kids, then there's nothing else to tell."
Annelise said to him, still walking around the balcony. She started to fool with her necklace again and then put it down...
"Would you like to go take a walk on the eback or something?" She asked as she stopped pacing. She looked at the man, hirsch and then added, "Its lovely this time of night, and I think the people inside can handle themselves..." She said as she turned towards the inside and watched people partying it down with drinks. Most of them were already to the drunken stage.
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Post by tenacious on Feb 15, 2010 15:15:08 GMT -5
Ah, this was why Hirsch didn't have a strong desire to be a father. He didn't want to turn out like that- he did not want to be the source of his child's hatred and pain. He was silent as Annelise paced, his own mind racing with thoughts he could never say outloud. (Some of them would get him slapped.) He started lightly when she spoke; he had, obviously, forgotten he was in the presence of another being.
"Fine by me," he looked inside for a moment, frowning slightly. It was strange not being inside, drunk with the rest of them, because that was how he liked to spend his nights. He had once gotten into a conversation with a man at a bus station after Hirsch had given a homeless guy some money. The man had claimed the homeless merely spent the money on liquor.
Why not? Hirsch had replied. It was a cold life, unforgiving. One slept on the ground, begged, ate garbage. There was no health care. No family. People hated you. Why not block out all the pain? Why not feel the warmth, even if it was caused by something that would wear off? Why not kill yourself? Slowly- just so you had enough time to enjoy bringing pain upon those who had lashed you.
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