O' Beloved

0.1: Nights Away

July 13th, 1015 E2 - 12:01 AM (DCT)

The moon has just passed its peak, signalling the beginning of a new day. Although the diverse city of Du'Ollunder appears to be in slumber, anyone acquainted with its folk knows that true slumber could never exist in a place like this.
Many of the streets in the centre lack any sort of light apart from whatever is given by the present moon phase, which for tonight is not a lot, and the lights inside of homes. The brighter streets are the major and popular streets, but even so, they were only a handful. That's never stopped anyone, as figures of any age can be at different times, whether be late-night last-minute favours, drunken mates returning to their homes, or a free spirit who just wants to enjoy the calming silence of the night.

For a particular young soul, it's an opportunity to escape.

Along the outer walls of the palace is a short cloaked figure, peeking from behind a massive oak tree. He scampered down one of many familiar routes he frequented to avoid the guards who watched over the night, which led down to the edges of the city.

The compact and hilly regions he knew his neighbourhood was, began to flatten and widen in the distance as he continued along.

He came across a suburb nearing the borders that really separated the traditional structures from the modern. Bus stops became more frequent as wider roads began to take shape. Taking a bus may be considered a necessity, if not for the fact that his destination was not too far from the first set of suburbs. After crossing onto the first street and walking all the way down to the further sections, the figure made his way up to a house knocked.

July 13th, 1015 E2 - 12:23 AM (DCT)

After a half a minute of awkward waiting, he knocked again. It was beginning to look like no one was at home. Soon enough, another man of about the same height opens the door. Like all other houses along this street, it was dark. On the bright side, the moonlight was strong enough to make out his features. He had short, light brown hair, dark brown eyes, and a very gentle looking face. Slouched over in messy grey PJs and barefooted, the bags under his eyes also indicated he was forced to get up.

"I didn't think you'd be home, George."

Unsurprised, he turns around and makes way for his visitor to enter.

"It's been a while, Alex."

At first glance, George's appearance seems to deceive with the stern tone the gives off. It's just that George has this "naturally pissed off tone," as all his friends call it. He uses that phrase to explain himself if people ever believe he's worked up.
Alex quickly enters his house as he shuts the door before taking off his cloak. He wore a black hoodie, dark blue jeans, and sneakers, seeing as it was a much chillier summer night than others.

"How did you hear me from upstairs?"
"I was passed out on the couch."

Alex kicked off his shoes and let them lay haphazardly in the hall. To his right, there were stairs leading to the upper floor where a few similarity sized rooms were. Of course, one of those was his bedroom, but the other one was more or less vacant. He kept it there in case a friend needed to crash; Alex was definitely frequent of those friends. To his left, there's a door that blocked the stairway descending into the basement. It's quite spacy down there, and it serves as a colder living room/storage area.

"How long do you reckon you have tonight?"
"Eh, I'd say 3. I double-checked that James was asleep."
"Alright," the host replied as he made his way down the hall, into the main section of the house. It was divided up to 1 third kitchen, 1 third dining room, and 1 third living room. The kitchen was more distinct, with a threshold separating the ceramic beige tiles from the dark hardwood floor. The only thing that hung on the coffee-coloured walls was a single analog clock, hanging above the television situated in the corner of the living room, next to the hall. Opposite to the television was a creme-coloured sofa leaning against the wall. In between the two was a glass table on top of a fuzzy beige oblong-shaped rug. The remotes to the television were nowhere to be seen.