Societies and Love |Closed|

Savannah Holt, 16


James Tanner, 17


Adelaide Sham, 17


Jackson Kraemer, 18

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She was 110 pounds or so of sheer spunk, her temper about as hot as the color of her hair. Savannah Holt had always known she'd end up joining the South, possibly before she even knew what they stood for, so when she picked without a second thought on her fourteenth birthday, it came as a surprise to no one that knew her beforehand. Two years later, she was still going strong and hadn't heard a word from the man her family had so graciously arranged for her to marry. Holt was getting away with it. Lounging on an armchair with a magazine, she couldn't have been more pleased with her progress.

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Kraemer worked as a bartender, partly because he could make a damn good drink and partly because it didn't exactly require him to fight. The only thing that kept him up and moving was the fact that he had only a few more months of drink-making and putting up with drunk and violent kids his age. For the time being, though, he was cleaning the counter and preparing for opening.

James sighed a little as he moved through the streets, just trying to avoid the fighting for now. He was trying to lead himself to a good life but it was hard in such a place when the best life he her ad would be in fighting. He had fought for everything he had so far - and he would continue to fight for it. He wanted to make the most of it before he was married to the girl he was being forced to marry. Great. That wasn't something exactly fun.

Adelaide Sham sighed a little as she carried her books from the library. She was in the society of the "east" which represented cleverness - and even then she surpassed many of her companions. She was incredibly smart and even had managed to hack some of the equipment and everything. She was super brilliant - and everyone regarded her as such. She couldn't possibly understand marrying someone when she had such intelligence of her own. She was dreading it.

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After a while, she grew bored of the magazine and tossed it aside, rolling to a standing position and wandering over to peer out the window. A few stray red hairs fluttered in front of her eyes, but she was almost positive that the figure wandering past was the dreaded Tanner, himself.

People started flowing in at their own pace, milling around until they got their drinks and then milling around until they drank themselves drunk. That was the thing about his job: he watched people go from sober and composed to drunk and raw, exposed. If he was a gossiper, he'd have tons of fodder.

James walked by a window and saw a glimpse of his betrothed there, shaking his head. She avoided him at all cost - and maybe she was better for it. He was scarred and bruised. He was no good for her at all. Yet still, he gave a sort of half wave to her, knowing it would annoy her - and part of him enjoyed it.

Adelaide came across a bar and she figured she might as well go in. She didn't see the point in drinking, but if someone else did, she might as well watch. She was an observer at all things - and she learned from others' mistakes quickly. Perhaps this would be a good lesson. She took a seat at the bar, burying her face in her book.

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The wave he gave her prompted an eye roll, but she walked lightly to the door and opened it, peering out. "I know there's a reason you chose this way to where you're going." She said half-accusingly, opening the door a bit further as a way to invite him inside.

One woman came in and sat at the bar without ordering so much as one drink, and after a few minutes, the bartender found himself in front of her, asking what she'd like. "What'll it be, miss?" Something was off about the girl, like he recognized her profile from somewhere else.

James rolled his eyes lightly at her words and shook his head. Now, why would you think that? Maybe seeing the girl I'm engaged to every once and a while wouldn't be a terrible thing though." He answered, walking up to the door and shaking his head.

Addie was so lost in her book that it took the bartender a second time to get her attention. "Oh um, just a water." She said with a slight smile to him. There was something about that face... She knew him... But she didn't know from where. that didn't happen to her very often and it bothered her.

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She stepped back to let him inside, small pieces of auburn hair falling from her Dutch crown braid. "You walked through the South to get to... where? Someplace else in the North?" Savannah raised an eyebrow, but then lowered it and shook her head, closing the door. "How've you been?"

The man nodded, and brows furrowed, strode off to fill a glass with water for her and return it to her. "Adelaide," The name rolled off his tongue like a memory, and he supposed it was. A smirk pulled at his lips. "Long time no see."

James sighed and shook his head. Now now, I was just taking the path of least resistance. Because walking through the North was never all that fun. It was troublesome at best. Ive been better... I've been worse... I guess I've just been okay then. You? He asked her, studying her. She was so pretty - but totally not his type.

Addie looked up at the sound of her name and suddenly the voice clicked at the sound of her name. Yes, long time indeed... What are you doing here? She asked him. It annoyed her when others discovered things before she did. She should've recognized him - but it had been so long too... A crazy long time...

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"You're black and blue," The redhead remarked, looking him over as he did her. "Stay a while, unless whatever's on the other side of that path is urgent." It probably wasn't. She wandered over to her couch and collapsed on it, stretching her legs out momentarily before drawing them close to her chest.

"I work here." The man said flatly, because it must not have been obvious enough the first time around. "What about you? You're not even drinking." Neither was he, but he had a good reason to be in the bar otherwise.

James grimaced a little and shook his head. "Like I said - I'm simply okay." He said and then shrugged, looking over at her as he followed her slowly to the couch. "It's never urgent - not that you want me around either, so what should it matter?

There was a judgment cast in Addie's eyes as she looked up at him and she shook her head. His entire persona had changed - and of course it was anything but pleasant. So? I'm not allowed to stop by a bar to just sit and relax? It's not against the rules.

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"Do you need a place to stay?" She had to wonder what her fiancé was doing when she wasn't looking—rather often. Her light eyes flickered over his face, and she found that he was actually rather handsome; it was a pity that they clashed.

"No, you're fine." He held his hands up in surrender, and shook his head, a sly grin creeping across his features. "I just... haven't seen you in a while. You've gotten better-looking. Hardly recognized you, bookworm."

James smirked a little and shook his head. "Now now - would you really want me to stay here? I doubt so." He teased and shook his head. He didn't expect her to allow him to stay. He doubted it.

Addie sighed a little and shook her head, rolling her eyes. Funny - you haven't. She said with a slight laugh and looked away from him. She felt uncomfortable around him - he just scared her.

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Did she want him to? No. Did she feel obligated to keep him from getting himself killed? "I have a guest room," The girl drew in a breath. "You can stay if you'd like."

The man rolled his eyes and left her to her book, giving a few drinks out to other customers and busying himself. The girl didn't like him in the least, and he didn'f care much for her, either, so anything to help him forget she was in his bar was productive.

James smirked a little and nodded his head. "Well, I guess it would be beneficial to be safe since it's getting late out, hmm?" He smirked. He liked teasing her. He knew he was rough for her but he didn't care.

Addie was happy when he finally walked away and she shook her head. She disliked him. He was so brutal, and perhaps that fit the characteristic of his region... Why was this pairing real? It sucked.

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Safe. He was from the North and worried about being safe; she couldn't help but acknowledge the irony. "Just don't break anything."

Eventually, by the rules of bartenderhood (whatever), he was forced to see if she needed anything, so he sauntered over again. "Need anything else, miss?"

James chuckled a little and shook his head. break anything? Me? Why would you think I would break anything? He teased her.

Addie looked up at him with contempt and she shrugged. Anything good here that won't poison me? She asked him with annoyance.

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The girl almost playfully rolled her eyes, reaching over to grab her red nail polish. She then starrted painting her toenails, light eyes flickering between her toes and the man.

"Lots. What's your problem, Adelaide? Why do you hate me?" They'd barely spoken in months, maybe years, mostly because she maintained a look of disgust, like she'd smelled something bad, when he was around.

James chuckled lightly and shook his head. "Do you really not care that I'm here?" she always seemed to not tolerate him - and he sorta liked it. That was just how he was.

Addie sighed a little and shook her head. "Who ever said that I hated you? Besides - I thought you were supposed to be helping me with choosing good." She said to him, looking away.

"Nope," It unnerved him that she wasn't chasing him out of her house, and she liked the power that gave her over him. It felt nice. She coated her toes in red, then set at a second coat.

"No one had to say it. It's written all over your face." Body language said a lot, and for her, it spoke volumes. "You can never go wrong with tequila."