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Dana Wren Song

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a character in “Thin Walls”, as played by secretpockets

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Dana Wren Song's Story

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DANA WREN SONG
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warehouse | outfit: above | lost in crowd
bananananaspeech | thought

Dana most definitely meant to arrive late to the party. And he most definitely did not take a cat nap that lasted a duration of five hours nor did he forget to set an alarm to wake up from said nap. Don’t even get him started on how easy it was for him to get ready and out within a reasonable amount of time. “I’m not that late. I woke up, rolled out of bed, scrolled through my feed, and I’m not wearing sweats. All of that in under seventy five minutes this time. I think that’s a new record.”, He mentally patted himself on the back, but still had the sense to feel a little shame. What took him so long in the bathroom, then his closet, and then just getting up from his beanie bag was beyond anyone’s knowledge. A tiny yawn escaped his lips. It seemed harmless at first but the wretched act brought on an entire fit of nonstop yawns shortly after. Dana looked longingly back at his apartment door, but then shook his head, deciding against napping for just a few more minutes that would surely turn into another two hours. “Stop it!”, He scolded himself except it wasn’t really effective since he couldn’t seem to stop yawning for some reason. After a session of arguing with himself aloud and more than a few hard stares from passersby, the 23-year-old sped up and quickly made his way to the warehouse.

Nearing his destination, he could already hear the music, and by the time Dana reached the door, it was clear that loads of people had already arrived. “Okay, well. I guess I am late. I probably missed Malcolm’s performance.” Glancing at his watch, he corrected himself, “Never mind. He’s way past finished now.” A tall man dressed in a colorfully printed t-shirt that read, “GET READY FOR SUMMER” and a pair of baggy cargo shorts greeted Dana at the doorway, stepping aside to let him slip past. “Is he new? I haven’t seen him around.”, Dana glanced behind his shoulder at the silhouette that was quickly getting smaller as he let the flow of the crowd direct him further into the center. Actually, now that he was inside and his eyes had adjusted to the dimmed setting, it seemed that there were a lot more new faces than he’d realized. “Genesis knows everybody.”, he concluded, raising his eyebrows in surprise. There were people coming from all places. It showed in the way they dressed, the way they spoke, and even what they ate. The mailman hung close by a table of red, blue, and white striped food by the side, nodding appreciatively at the variety offered while a man dressed in what must’ve been a costly pinstripe suit stood barely a few feet away, chatting away with a colleague. Although massive parties weren’t always his scene, and he didn’t really enjoy being two inches away from someone’s sweat-stained back, Dana had to admit that there was an undeniable feeling of being in the moment that always reeled him in. If he overlooked dusty corners, small dead bugs on the ground, and the dreaded hangovers the morning after, that is.

Dana wasn’t really looking for anyone as he wandered around, occasionally having to dodge an elbow or two--“Sorry, man.”, his assaulter apologised halfheartedly, quickly turning his attention back to his friends-- but he made a beeline for the liquor table once he spotted a head of messy dark brown hair anyways. “Hey, you there!”, Dana called out, as soon as he came within earshot. “Is that Holden Jacobs I see, drinking all alone?”, he made a show of gasping dramatically, covering his mouth with his hands before back-hugged the tall EMT. When Dana let go, he gave the taller male a once-over, tsk-ing, “You look like you’ve been busy. Not the good kind of busy either. Long day?”

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Holden was three glasses deep in alcohol. So far he felt way more relaxed than he did when he came in. And his job isn’t summoning him at the moment which added to the relaxation. He just needed a good nap, but alcohol was just as nice. He continued to finish off his third cup making eye contact with the the host. He gave a slow wave and she returned it. They would talk later. Holden looked around, watching interacting and having a lot of fun. He was amazed at the amount of unfamiliar faces and at the intricacies of the party. Genesis definitely deserved a lot of praise. She has already been showered in it, but Holden would just add to it later.

He poured his fourth glass and decided that he should probably slow down. He did not have a designated driver and any moment know his job could call him. That thought alone made him want to down the drink. Holden loved his job beyond on belief and could think of nothing better to do. But there were some days where he just wanted to lay down and sleep. Today just happened to be one of those days.

“Is that Holden Jacobs I see, drinking all alone?” Holden recognized that voice almost anywhere. He chuckled silently and attempted to turn around only to be stopped by a back hug. Dana had finally made it to the party. Being late seemed to be the theme with him and his friend. ”Technically not alone. All these people are also here drinking.” Holden joked, sipping his drink once again. Dana was a very good friend of his. They got along great. They met through Genesis of course. This party was evidence that she knew everyone. She could imagine that she had introduced many of these people in the warehouse to each other. It must be hard being a host. “You look like you’ve been busy. Not the good kind of busy either. Long day?” Holden smirked. His friend was very observant. ”Long days pay the bills.” He said. ”I have just been on call all day and I did not really get any sleep. I should really be asleep now, but I promised Gen that I would be here.”

Turning back to the alcohol table, he grabbed a different glass and poured some champagne for his friend. Facing Dana, he handed over the glass and then added more alcohol to his own glass. ”How about you? I wouldn’t have expected you to be late.” Holden asked.

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"Out of the frying pan. . ."
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It had only taken two more drinks, but Lloyd had done it. He had somehow survived the onslaught of vocal pitches and rolls that was Malcom's performance. Unfortunately, the two drinks had cost him; he was beginning to feel more than a bit fuzzy around the edges. For a man who typically held a strong drink in his hand, he wasn't much of an honest drinker. At most social venues he attended, he simply grabbed a drink, then discretely dumped it at the conclusion of the evening. The only reason he'd been so liberal with the alcohol at this particular event, was due to it's guests. In particular, the only ones he bothered to avoid.

He needed to keep his discipline, any more drinks may spell the end, and he'd once again be all to happy to spill his own thoughts and dreaded 'feelings' into the crowd around him. The only other time that happened, it had somehow resulted in the addition of a new friend, Rose. Now wasn't the time for such foolishness. Lloyd needed to try and pull himself together, and try and get what he could out of the night.

Turning back towards the main crowd, his eyes landed on his former 'group', now disbanding completely as the host and one of the other female residents, Parker, begin to make their way towards the back wall. They were already to far off to simply walk up to, and the final remaining member, Kadriyan, was beginning to turn his way. Just what the night needed, more unwanted attention from more of his unknown residents. However, she wasn't looking at him. Following her gaze, he noticed the large crowd of people clumping about two notable figures.

Making their way from the stage's back entrance, Luca and Malcom were slowly meandering between admirers and fans, Luca pulling Malcom ever closer to the bar. Lloyd looked away. The last thing he wanted was to run into the fool in the afterglow of achievement. It was horror enough that even after hearing the wretched performance, people still rushed so quickly to give praise. Another glance back that direction proved his newest fear. Kadriyan was intercepting them, and they were all headed directly for the bar.

Taking a final sip of his drink, he turned and walked through the crowd, feigning a happy, yet apologetic expression as he made his way further and further from the bar. He had just begun apologizing to a man who he'd jostled, laughing lightly and pointing at his drink with that dammed silly expression people loved to see, when his eyes landed on a small duo before him. Two friends, clearly intent on either drinking the night away, or talking themselves into oblivion were talking on about late-comings and sleepless nights.

Lloyd had somehow managed to stumble directly into another set of residents from his humble apartment building. One of Rose's rather strange friends, Dana was talking to another little anomaly that presented itself in the form of Holden Jacobs. Lloyd renewed his smile, almost genuinely, as he realized the night perhaps wasn't such a waste. Perhaps Malcom's intrusion was one of Rose's 'miracles in disguise'.

Lloyd quickly walked in, holding out his free hand.
"Hi! Dana, and -Holden Jacobs, was it? Fancy seeing you here. How're things, if I may?"

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Drinks were necessary, especially in a setting such as what he’d heard a couple of drunk college kids refer to as “the most wild rager of their lives”. It was a fantastic party, Dana knew that. Come tomorrow, there’d be nothing on his social media feed but the celebration and specifics. In fact, he himself would be posting. After all, it was already well established by the whispered rumors circulating around that anyone who was somebody, at least around this area, would be there. And he knew drinks were what determined who’s who when it came to socialising.

Back home, at least in Busan, those who couldn’t survive a night filled with alcohol were referred to as mood-killers. Dana was never an avid drinker, but he usually managed to get through at least a couple of cups, depending on the strength of whatever they handed him. Over the years, he’d discovered a handy trick that helped tremendously, particularly on nights when getting drunk was the last thing on his mind. Always bring a bottle of water, the lightweight learned. A small diversion coupled with a quick sleight of hand, and it was miraculously easier to drink. Unfortunately, having woken up later than expected, Dana was not prepared this time. Thankfully, his friend had poured him a glass of one of the lightest out of the array. Rolling his eyes at Holden’s joke, but also smiling, Dana lifted the cool liquid to his lips and felt the substance slide down his throat appreciatively. Champagne, although stronger than diluted Soju, he could handle without water.

“Ouch. How did you even live through the day without sleep?”, Patting Holden’s arm sympathetically, Dana winced, sucking in air through his teeth. “Tough work, saving lives.” At the other male’s question, he laughed sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. “This sounds horrible, especially now that I’ve heard your reason for being late, but don’t judge me!”, Dana paused to look at Holden straight in the eyes and continued in a serious manner. “I was sleeping and I couldn’t wake up.” Smoothing his shirt and running a hand carefully through his styled hair, the fashion blogger admitted, “I’m really slow, especially when I’m groggy.” Then, recovering from his moment of slight embarrassment, Dana drank the rest of his champagne and poured himself another glass of alcohol. This time, he chose something stronger. Giving the EMT a half hug by wrapping his right, drink-less arm around his waist, Dana gave him a blindingly white smile and chirped, “Look on the bright side! If you hadn’t promised Genesis, and dragged your butt to this warehouse, we wouldn’t have had this splendid opportunity to discuss why we were late tonight!”

They exchanged a few more sentences, along with laughter and more poured alcohol before their conversation was brought to an end by the arrival of another tenant. "Hi! Dana, and -Holden Jacobs, was it? Fancy seeing you here. How're things, if I may?" Rare, but familiar, Dana realised that the voice belonged to Lloyd Lexington, the roommate of his friend, Rosaline. Prior to the party, Dana’d encountered Lloyd a little less than five times. The fourth and a half time, which was most recent, he’d only seen the back of his head before the older man disappeared into his side of the floor. While Dana did not know the man well, he was a good friend of his roommate. When stuck on a song, or simply when he needed a small push in the right direction, Dana dropped by to see the talented music student. However, now’s as good as any other time to get to know someone, right? , Dana thought to himself, turning his attention to the blonde. “Why, hello there!”, Greeting him cheerfully, Dana gave Lloyd a smile just as bright as the one he’d given to his companion on his right. “Things, are good. We’re both just the tiniest bit tired, though. And how are things for you?” He asked, after shaking his hand.

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Genesis loved the fact that she had a steady supply of alcohol. Well apparently so did everyone else. If everyone kept up the way everyone was drinking they would run out before the night is over. It only took one phone call to get more, but she was hoping that she wasn't in the mood for that. Then she would have to promise to another date and her weekend was already booked up for next week. So whatever alcohol they had, that needed to last for the rest of the party. Gen didn't really tell anyone when the party was over. She just figured people would start leaving after they become ridiculously drunk or completely exhausted. That had to be around midnight.

Out of no where, she was being pulled into a hug. For a moment she was confused, but then she recognized the person as Bittor. "Sorry I'm fashionably late, Genie." The hostess rolled his eyes. of course that was his excuse. She pulled from the hug. "Well you missed a great performance and you are missing out on all the good drinks." She said, gesturing to the open bar. Excusing herself from Parker and Matthias, she guided Bittor towards the open bar. "I'm assuming you are going to make this up to me later?" She said with a wink.

She started to get herself another drink. She was planning on walking at least half-wasted before leaving. If she got any more intoxicated past that, then she would not be a very good host. She handed a drink over to Bittor and took a sip of it from her own glass. "So tell me why you showed up so late. I know it wasn't spent getting dressed, since I have seen you get dressed and you manage to get it done in record time." Genesis teased.






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“Ouch. How did you even live through the day without sleep? Holden shrugged and took another sip of champagne. He still doesn't even know how he is surviving on the few hours of sleep he had a few days ago. In fact he definitely needed deep sleep o be able to recover from his work. "But I love my job. And oddly enough the lack of sleep that goes with it." He joked taking another sip of his of his alcohol. Genesis was going to need a really big thank you for the fact that she had the best alcohol ever and threw the best party. But now he was going to have to beg Mal to play for him or share when his next performance. He had been looking forward to that. When Dana shared what made him late, Holden laughed a tad. "Horrible reason to be late, but I can't judge. I would kill for the nap you had." Holden said to him.

Dana got more alcohol and gave the EMT a half hug. Holden decided that he needed something stronger as well. He was definitely not going to be out drank by someone who doesn't drink that much. [b]“Look on the bright side! If you hadn’t promised Genesis, and dragged your butt to this warehouse, we wouldn’t have had this splendid opportunity to discuss why we were late tonight!” Holden laughed. "And what a splendid opportunity it is." He replied, clinking his glass with Dana's. After a moment, someone joined the two. Holden recognized him, but did not really know him. "And you're Lloyd Lexington." He said with a small smile, shaking his hand.

Dana answered for the both of them and he nodded. "Tired is almost an understatement."

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Date: July 5, 2016

Time: 9:39 A.M.

Occasion: Who doesn't love a good party? The question was asked. And answered. Well, to some extent. No one from the apartment building on the corner of Pike's Place and Turnstone doesn't, that's for sure.

The initial performance by local singer Malcolm Lewis really set the ambiance for the rest of the night, which was pretty spectacular. Host Genesis Carter truly brought her A-game, with a phenomenal food and drink selection, and one of the best DJs in the city. Few frowns were seen throughout the night, as people enjoyed the good vibes within the warehouse, simply dancing and letting loose. But now it's time a second question.

Who actually cares for the day after a party? It sucks in more than one way. For instance, for those who drank much more than they could handle, the morning is accompanied by a pounding migraine. Others may have made some questionable choices whilst under the influence. Some drank responsibly enough, but it's still never fun to wake up after a night of great fun and have to return to a mundane life of normalcy. Just how are the residents of the apartment building getting on?

Location: The apartment building on the corner of Pike's Place and Turnstone as well as affiliated locations.

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"What... Happened?"
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Lloyd stirred to the feeling of a phone in his pocket buzzing. Opening his eyes, he found his head was also buzzing. Perhaps the performance had forced him to grab more drinks than he really needed. Sighing in the cold acceptance of the headache that would continue to rage through his head for the rest of the... morning? He raised his head, looking out his window. Luckily he was still able to return home, and clamber into his own bed. The sky was bright, and that's all Lloyd could see. He couldn't determine the time of day, as the window simply seemed to bleed a light that was intent on piercing his eyes and bleed a dull pain into his mind.

Fantastic. Not only had he failed to get a single meaningful conversation underway last night, he had somehow managed to get a hangover in store for later. Lloyd begrudgingly pulled the phone from his pocket, squinting against the artificial light. A new message from Dana. Staring at the contact, Lloyd ran the events through his head. Had he even talked to him? Yes, he had, but had they exchanged numbers? Intrigued, he selected the notification him, bringing him to a line of text messages, the newest reading:

Morning~ I’m pretty sure I saw someone with long auburn hair who bore a striking resemblance to a beloved friend of mine at the party last night. I’m hurt that you didn’t say hi... nothing will heal my broken heart < / 3

Something was off. He turned the phone in his hand.

"What the hell?"

Lloyd had no idea how he had managed to aquire Rose's phone, but somehow, here it was in his hand. Hoping his own phone was somewhere safe, maybe a trash can, or even better, lost in his room, he reasoned it wouldn't be a big loss buying another phone. Well, holding the phone in his hand, he decided he had a few courses of action. He could send Dana a text, playing to be his housemate, or he could simply return the phone to Rose herself.

He already had the messenger open again, attempting to find something to say that might not only match her voice, but also keep himself in some sort of favor. Clearly he couldn't be too direct, but perhaps simplicity was the key. Tea, perhaps later this afternoon, sounded like a good time to rekindle the conversation, and something that might quell his head throbbing.

But after an hour of trying, he simply couldn't do it. Nothing he wrote sounded like her. Groaning in defeat, he pulled himself out of bed, and walked out into the main room, walking on over to Rose's door, rapping his knuckles on the door, calling out.

"Rose, you'll have to invite that Dana fellow over to tea." Then, after a pause, "I'd love to learn more about your 'friend', no ill meanings, I promise."

Then only after his little speech, he pondered the possibility of Rose not even being home. His mind was acting slow today.

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Rosaline wasn't one to sleep in late. "Early bird gets the worm!" her cheerful mother would always say, but after last night it was nice to sleep in for a change. She had no appointment, lessons, or rehearsals that day so she decided to simply relax and stare at the ceiling of her bedroom. Her bed was fluffy and her room was messy and colorful, but there was hardly anything else that truly represented her than those two words.
Last night flew by in a whirlwind of dancing and laughter and she smiled at the memory. Of course she didn't drink or anything like that, she just didn't particularly like it, but some definitely did and she found herself giggling at the memory. Even Lloyd seemed to have fun, but of course one never really knew with him. No matter what the man did, whether it was eating or simple chatting you better believe he had an agenda.
The simple thought of Lloyd made her come back to reality and she threw her covers of to use the facilities and brush her teeth. Idle handle and all that, she also needed to practice and she was lucky enough that her roommate liked to hear her playing. She did her hair quickly, scrunching it until it had volume and adding random things in it just because. She decided to stay airy with her wardrobe and accessories and tried her best to be conservative. It never worked of course. Once she was done, she went to check her phone messages and discovered her phone was switched out with Lloyd's!
"Well that's weird!"
She stared in wonder at the plain black case and was perplexed how she could mistake this boring phone for her covered-in-daises one. Just when she was about to go and investigate this mishap she heard a knock on her door.
"Rose, you'll have to invite that Dana fellow over to tea",to which he paused then stated,"I'd love to learn more about your 'friend', no ill meanings, I promise."
And suddenly everything slid into place. She didn't think Lloyd took her phone on purpose, or else she wouldn't have his, but she's not so naive as to believe he didn't have plans for this new "meeting". If nothing it was to at least intel and he should at least expect her to assume such.
As she opened the door to her messy room with the most convincing mothering look she could muster. She grabbed her phone in his awaiting hand and replacing it with his own.
"Shame on you Lloyd Lexington. A girl's phone is private."
She looked through her phone and saw the message from Dana and quickly replied.
To Dana:
"Of course Dear! I'll make us some lunch!Come whenever!"

She turned her attention back to Lloyd and kept her serious look up the best she could while leaning closer to him.
"You're lucky I'm secretly in love with you."
She then proceeded to kiss his cheek and wink before sweeping past him towards the kitchen to make lunch for her best boys."Is salad and sandwiches okay for lunch?", she called to him as she gathered ingredients.

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The young adult snoozing in bed stirred half an hour later, hearing the tea kettle whistle loudly, signalling that its contents had been boiled sufficiently. When brewing a cup of tea earlier, Dana’d realized that his supply of drinking water was running low, judging from his nearly empty pitcher. Now, as he turned off the fire and set the kettle aside to cool, there would be enough water for the rest of the day. Ding. Ding. Ding. The familiar sound of new notifications alerted Dana that his phone had slipped off the corner of his bed, where he’d hastily thrown the mobile. Breathing a sigh of relief after double-checking that no damage had been done to the valued possession, he leaned against the door frame and opened the newest message, which was a reply from Holden. I feel the hangover and regret drinking as much as I have. Though he knew he was a terrible person for laughing, Dana couldn’t help letting out a chuckle at his friend’s regret before sifting through other messages. Once business on his phone had been taken care of, he left it on his bedside table to charge since the low-battery mode had automatically been switched on, and sat at his desk.

There isn’t much to be done on this particular Tuesday, mused Dana as he checked his daily organizer which he filled with notes for his blog and additions to his to-do-list. His article of the day had been written the afternoon before, in anticipation for the party that would take up much of his night. As Dana finished adding embellishments to the introduction and wrapped up the conclusion, he copy and pasted what he’d written onto his blog, and clicked the rectangular button labeled “post”. I’m officially done with work for today. Lifting his arms above his head in a stretch, Dana leaned back against his chair, so much so that he nearly fell backwards. Thankfully, he regained his balance by flailing ever so gracefully. That was embarrassing. He laughed at himself. Had he not been alone, he was sure he wouldn't have been the only one laughing. For that, he was grateful that if he had to nearly fall, he at least did it alone. However, as time passed, he began to think that if someone else had been there, he wouldn't have to deal with finding something to do.

Normally, extra time was spent idly by lounging on the couch, or even doing a bit of light cleaning here and there, but it seemed that there truly was nothing on Dana’s agenda for the day. Ding. Well, nothing until now. Dana’s face lit up with a glee as his eyes skimmed the reply to his earlier message to Rosaline. "Of course Dear! I'll make us some lunch!Come whenever!" Happily, his fingers flew across the digital keyboard, sending a new message.

Rosaline:
I’ll be there in… twenty minutes? :)

Dana selected an outfit with greater concentration than necessary, considering that the trip would take less than five minutes and he would mostly be indoors. The difficulty stemmed from an array of clothes on a rack that was actually only a small fraction of his extensive collection. He’d tried to downsize, but couldn’t bring himself to part from even clothes he’d worn only a handful of times. Much to the relief of a friend who’d had enough of his slight hoarding tendencies, the fashion devotee did donate the pieces he hadn’t touched, which took up quite a surprising amount of space at the back of his closet. Nevertheless, when he reached the point at which no more could be stuffed into the built-in wardrobe, Dana resorted to hanging clothes on a recently bought rack.He gave himself a quick once-over before appearing satisfied and locked the door behind him as he made his way up the stairs to the seventh floor.
True to his estimation, Dana arrived at Rosaline’s door in just under twenty minutes from his text. He raised his hand to the door and knocked before stepping back to wait.