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Tweak says, "Viva la Tweak!"

Izaic Longton (staticxshock) wrote in nextxplayground,
@ 2009-04-05 23:32:00

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char: izaic lonton, char: levi cuckoo, r: pg-13, stat: complete, stat: incomplete

Who: Izaic Longton, Levi Cuckoo
What: Drink and Dares
Where: 1st Avenue Station, Levi's
When: April, 5th, late
Rating: PG-13,Some blood, some nudity, a lot of swearing and devilishness
Status: Complete

Izaic stepped emerged topside, head bobbing to the music from his head phones while hsi fingers were busy punching away a text, yet somehow he didn't miss a step, casually maing his way through the crowds of people without so much as bumping shoulders witht them. He glanced up, blue fading from his eyes as he caught sight of Mr. Seemevil himself. "Hey, found ya. Where are those margarittas you promised?" he asked with a smirk, pulling the headphones from his head.

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seemevil
2009-04-05 11:23 pm UTC (link)

The winds from the water snaked through buildings, just the tallest crowns red now with the last strike of sunlight and their bases already lit by alternating stark, flashing neon and warm, constant lamplight. Levi huddled, exhausted of this easy 180 of temperatures in this season, sticking close to the wall for shelter and craning his neck to watch the last blaze of the day's colour slide off of the reflective glass and commit him and the city to the night's chill. He pulled his toque protectively over his ears and regretted his casual rejection of a jacket.

Regret was a thing easy to forget for Levi, though, and this one was forgotten as he was addressed by a voice not completely familiar-- without the filter of radio and tinny speakers, Izaic was startlingly real. Taller, even, than Levi expected. Well, Levi wasn't sure what he expected. Some sort of electric gremlin, really.

His greeting wasn't immediately vocal, but a sudden flash of a camera which was gone as quickly as it came out. "Eager, eager," he accused, smiling and tugging at the toque again, belatedly wondering what it was doing to his hair. "To my lair, where I will inebriate you and you will learn the dangers of meeting people from the Internet."

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staticxshock
2009-04-05 11:37 pm UTC (link)

"What, you need proof you met me?" he asked, blinking spots from his eyes and giving a small laugh. He'd seen Levi from time to time in te real world, never spoken to him of course, but he was easy to recognise from his pictures. Izaic had, in the past, pointedly avoid putting a picture to his face, though he'd change that with today's self portrait. Today was a day for breaking rules it seemed, for here he was, standing before Levi, whom he tormented on a near daily bases as PluG, and then chatted with as Izaic.

"What you think I came for your sparkling personality? Can get that at home, where it's nice and warm. I'm after your booze, good sir," he said with a wink, "And what fun would life be without a little danger." Besides which if he did go missing no doubt Kyle would be knocking down his door.

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seemevil
2009-04-05 11:58 pm UTC (link)

With a grand and fluid beckoning with one hand, Levi started them off down the sidewalk, backs to the winds with purpose in his stride only spurned by this chill. Any other time this walk would be a casual meander.

"Just making sure you weren't a vampire," he said. The picture would likely be lost amongst unsorted folders of much of the same. The first one of anyone was never any good. They all looked the same as the first one of anyone else.

"I would appreciate it if you kept the conversation honest. I am obviously irrisistable, there is no need to hide it. My ignorance of age limits is just a single facet of my dazzling charm." The hand that waved to enunciate this statement dropped to tuck into Levi's pocket as the other and his head cocked to the side to watch Izaic out of the corner of his eye, his confident saunter uninterupted by the flow of pedestrian traffic around him-- they could fucking well get out of his way, as far as Levi was concerned.

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staticxshock
2009-04-06 12:09 am UTC (link)

"Twenty is the new twenty-one," he said with a shrug, hurrying to keep pase with him, "Besides, I could change my brithcertifate again, that ones always a riot when they try to look it up; or just change the damn law. The wonders of the internet, gateway to all the world. Though you are irrestiable, I have to admitt, the promise of alcohol was only an added bonus. Imagine what kind of trouble I can get up to with you in the flesh. Your fun enough online, your real life persona better measure up."

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seemevil
2009-04-06 12:28 am UTC (link)

"I will admit, I do take my clothes off a little less in real life. It's a bit colder out here. Not quite as insulated," Levi replied. He wasn't sure how he felt at the moment about that 'change the law' business. It wasn't the sort of power a kid like this should have been able to handle, he was sure, without the gentle guidance of a far more maturely devious mind. But that was quite convoluted trouble, and Levi was a man of instant gratification. The kind of trouble they could be getting up to this night of nights would be a bit more tumultuous.

A couple of blocks, some zigging and some zagging brought the pair to a street of low rise, semi-durable stucco buildings broken up about the middle of the street by a pair of larger lots facing and mirroring each other, but only one had new paint and a fleet of identical trucks guarding it. It was towards the other that they headed, bouncing up a graffitied loading ramp for Levi to slap his palm against a tin garage door, making it shiver and the metallic crash disturb the relative quiet of the twilight on this commercial street. This was merely an announcement. It was through a man door nearby that Levi invited Izaic, without apology for the noise that spilled out of it with the fluorescent light.

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staticxshock
2009-04-06 04:51 pm UTC (link)

Izaic was unsurprised by the factory style living, it seemed to suit Levi's fast, down and dirty, streetwise attitude. The flurry of activity and people within was unsurprising as well. People like Levi needed attention, the more the better, there was no such thing as too much.

"Nice set up," he said with a grin, looking about, "You'll have to show me your comp setup. It's always exciting to see it from the other end."

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seemevil
2009-04-06 06:10 pm UTC (link)

Amongst the scattered, random, eclectic selection of furniture and not-really furniture that covered much of the floor of the uninterupted space sat and meandered and existed an array of humans, mutants and whatever business came with their living. Today, it seemed, was a sort of internal garage sale; the winter over, the spring cleaning begun, the money to be made from ones bunkmate. Always a profitable and raucous season. "Hey-" Levi called sharply as a boy, maybe 15, attempted to whiz by with something under his arm. He was stopped, snapped back by a quick grab around the shoulders by his landlord. "Who said you could have that?"

"Lyndon! Five bucks, I paid!" the boy insisted, face screwed up, squirming to escape the tight hold against Levi's chest. Levi didn't consider for long, shit he thought was Etienne's could very easily be Lyndon's. Too easily. Etienne probably didn't have much of his own shit, really. Just his gloves, and Levi stole a pair of those today in fact.

He left the kid with a warning- 'Don't run, you'll break something'- and a very unwelcome sloppy kiss to the crown of his head before he was released to continue whizzing as he was advised against.

"Now, now, I don't think we're that intimate yet," Levi said to Izaic, abruptly jerking the hat off and scrubbing a hand through his flattened hair. "At least let me get you a drink first."

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staticxshock
2009-04-07 02:02 pm UTC (link)

"Busy place," Izaic muttered with a small smile, "S'like the inside of a computer." They were like a big...jumbled, mismatched family, he concluded with a smile. A big, chaotic, insane family.

"I've seen you practically naked and yet your computer is your area of modesty. I like it," he said with a laugh, "Lead on," he said with a wave of his hand, and soon they had found their way into the kitchen.

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seemevil
2009-04-08 12:57 pm UTC (link)

"Practically," Levi echoed, incredulous. His online antics were never practically anything, they just were, hook, line and sinker. In his most pompous, badly affected English accent, he continued, "I assure you, sir, I am not the sort to commit myself to such devilry. Your accusations wound me and my commitment to full nudity."

In the kitchen, an industrial looking space divided from the rest of the room only by a bank of counters, Levi pushed himself up to sit on just this bank and kick his legs restlessly. Next to him, the blender, and around him, people trying to go about their lives and toast and peanut butter to command into retrieving necessary margarita-making accoutrements. Mostly he got what he wanted with little trouble, a bit of whining here and there which got someone sweared at and then brightly (often physically) thanked once they gave in.

"So where are all your real friends?" Levi asked as he carelessly went about assembling their beverage. He watched Izaic closely, certain that real, physical, reality-based friends were a rarity in the boy's world.

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staticxshock
2009-04-09 09:59 pm UTC (link)

"I'm behind a screen so often, I tend to forgot who my real life friends are," he said with a laugh, "There's Kyle, childhood friend; don't think he's too happy that I'm here actually. But hey, drinks. Plus you're fabulous. I've been dying to meet you in person. I follow your stuff. Don't comment much, but ya know." He shrugged, brushing back his bangs. "So how many of you live here then? This legal? Follow health code...fire codes," he asked with a laugh.

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seemevil
2009-04-09 10:50 pm UTC (link)

He took the time to be baffled at the fact that Kyle seemed to surround him and seep into his relationships in his own dastardly way, not to mention the idea that anyone could handle Kyle long enough to consider him a friend, but that wasn't nearly as interesting as how fabulous Levi was himself. "I am," he agreed, glancing away from the blender to flash Izaic a grin. "It's okay, I know you're there."

He didn't bother to attempt to answer over the grind of the blender, the sound drowning out the clatter in the kitchen but facing healthy competition from a nearby stereo. Blended to satisfaction, as he poured Levi said, "We are above codes here. There isn't much that goes on that is legal, living-wise. The city pretty well leaves us alone as long as we're not selling crack, 'cause otherwise these kids would be all over their park benches and scaring the respectable people." He shrugged and handed off a mug full of margarita and took a drink straight from the blender himself.

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staticxshock
2009-04-09 11:04 pm UTC (link)

No you don't, he thought with a grin, thinking of all the fun he had with him as PluG.

He gripped the mug, arching an eyebrow in amusement and taking a large swig. He gave a small cough, laughing and eying the cup. "Interesting mix," he teased, but he tipped back the drink again. Alcohol was alcohol. His eyes gave a small flicker, and his lips curled into a small grin. "So what all do you guys do for fun around here, hmm?"

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seemevil
2009-04-09 11:39 pm UTC (link)

The noise Levi made might have been agreeance, but it was lost somewhere in the blender as he tipped more of the drink into his mouth. Izaic was bold enough to ask a very open question then, so Levi didn't have to defend his haphazard mixology.

What do they do for fun in the Factory? Well, that depended entirely on the mood, the crowd, the amount of money floating around and the type of snack food. It wasn't often that they came together for a community effort of entertainment, and more often bizarre things happened in scattered pockets of established cliques-- each with individual and growing cultures of their own. Levi could vouch for at least one inhabiting posse that might have their own language. So how to answer?

Any fucking way he liked. The question made him entirely in control of their evening. How far could he take it?

Well, that was easy, really. What was it that let him keep on pushing? A game of dares.

"Reckless endangerment," he answered first, which very well could have been true. It certainly was said straight faced. "Truth or dare is cheap thrills. And how this place has been furnished mostly." He stayed casual, eyeing the blender and sipping again, taking on an air of pondering, either remembering old games fondly or thinking of better ways the Factory has kept amused. But his eye wandered back to Izaic, and around the edge of the blender his smirk could be spotted.