<div class="floatleft">(https://65.media.tumblr.com/3bc240ec7380ce6e214b2388d48ef03e/tumblr_mwsld7YGQf1qhv5sho10_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Miles Radnie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12370610#msg12370610)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Nauru | October 23, 2016 | Around 9 PM<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Dara Kurova<br/><strong>Content:</strong>-<br/><hr/>As requested Miles took a seat and listened in – as he'd said he would if she wanted – to what she had to tell him about her past. Now the truth was that he didn't really know the first thing about Shae, they'd never even officially met. No doubt she knew about him as he knew about her, but they were divided by what they did. Miles was Dara's get away from it all, and he sort of guessed that if she let those two lines cross the waters would be muddied and that wasn't what she wanted. That wasn't what she needed. Yet still from the light that Dara had always cast on her sister, this revelation was something of a shocker. Even the way that Dara was describing it to him left him with some pretty nasty mental images, and he hadn't even seen it. How did sound... He shook his head. He wasn't even certain he wanted to know.<br/><br/>Worse was the fact that he didn't really feel like there was anything that he could say to her about it. He couldn't change what had happened, and he wasn't going to judge either of them for what they had done. Survival had to be about yourself first, and with powers that could melt people accidentally, he could see where that would create some problems for them. It admittedly made him a little leery about ever meeting the girl, but that was a bridge for later. That left him with explaining his own story.<br/><br/>Which was, unfortunately, fucking boring. And he hated it.<br/><br/>“You know how some people win the lottery, and their lives are changed forever? They suddenly have everything they've ever wanted. They can do all the things that they've ever wanted to. Life is suddenly this great thing for them?” He inquired whilst peering out over the ocean. “I didn't have to win the lottery. I was born into that shit.” Truthfully no matter how horrific, Miles was undoubtedly envious of the random chaos in Dara's life. “My family is old. Like really old.” He explained, “Like before Australia was a thing old. They've probably got money buried in wooden trunks in the out back and across Europe, old.”<br/><br/>“For a lot of people that's the charmed life. I got to see the world, have everything and my whole future was right there. I was never going to need to do anything... I could live life any way I wanted.” He chuckled and shook his head, “There's a surprising amount of captivity in that unlimited freedom though. Because you can have everything means that the mundane means nothing... Trips to Paris stopped being fun or even remotely entertaining. Seeing impressive feats of human triumph, like the pyramids, didn't stir up great feeling in me. It was all dull, because it was all so utterly normal.” He scoffed and looked to the basket, reaching for the second sandwich and pulling it out.<br/><br/>“The first thing I stole was a diamond brooch.” He said, musing with a happy little chuckle. How small his mind had been back then. “I was ten.” He added, for clarity. “That was the first time I experienced real choice and acted randomly without any regard to what might happen. It was the first time I felt thrill and excitement. The very first time I felt like I was a living person, not a shell. So I didn't stop.” He paused, “Now look at me, I'm an internationally wanted criminal!”