the basement man (oi_starsmore) wrote in beyond_evo, @ 2018-02-22 12:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | chamber, husk, jubilee, loa, skin, steampunk |
WHO: Jono and open to Angelo, Alani, Paige, Jubilee, and Luke
WHAT: Let’s go out they said, it’ll be great they said. (aka THIS.)
WHERE: Uh, Moscow apparently
WHEN: Thursday night 2/22
Jono had not realized that when he’d finally agreed to go out with Alani and the others that going out actually meant being dropped off across the bloody world by the school’s teleporter. He’d only gotten half a second to say ”Is that-” before he was being tugged along, suddenly staggering disoriented out into frigid night air, onto an icy, snow covered sidewalk. ”....the Red fucking Square... Yep. What the hell?” And here he'd been expecting one of their usual haunts in NYC. There was something about ‘needing to party at a castle’ and 'celebrating medals and being alive’ and then there wasn’t much choice but to follow along to get in out of the cold if nothing else. Less for his own sake (Jono was his own heat source after all) but more for the half of their party that was already shivering violently. They’d left in the afternoon right after classes were finished for the day, which at the time had been highly suspicious but now meant that it was after midnight in Moscow. Which in turn meant that despite it being a Thursday, the nightclub that Alani brought them too was already in full swing. Jono kept his trepidation to himself as they got in line to enter. They were already here, might as well see it through, get everyone off his back for a bit. There’d been a time in his life where he’d practically lived in places like this but now they only made him anxious. He didn’t like crowds, not to mention the fact that even now the pounding bass and flashing lights always brought him right back to another packed nightclub in London, to the screams and the flaming rubble he’d reduced it to. He forced himself to try and focus on the excited conversations of his friends instead. As they got closer to the door Jono couldn’t help but notice the glances their group was gathering. He assumed it probably had more to do with the fact that they were all carrying on loudly in English than anything else, seeing as they looked decidedly human tonight. Alani’s markings were covered by makeup and Ange was using his powers to make his skin appear 'normal'. There was a scarf bundled around Jono’s neck over top of his bindings which wasn’t exactly foolproof but was better than nothing. Either way, he hung silently near the back of the group, not wanting his telepathy to accidentally give him away. He was relieved when his friends were able to pass through the door ahead without more than stern looks but as Jono moved to follow the bouncer’s arm suddenly shot out, blocking him from going any further. The huge man eyed him warily and said something gruffly in Russian, the only word of which Jono actually caught was “I.D.” ”Well, fuck.” That wasn’t going to work considering the only I.D. he had was the one he’d been given after he’d been involuntarily registered back in England. He hadn’t thought he’d need a fake and he couldn't exactly explain anything. He glanced uneasily to the others as if to say, little help here? The bouncer grew impatient however, demanding I.D. again and pointing presumably for Jono to get out of line. Another security guard from inside the club was already approaching to see what the problem was and Jono knew this wasn’t worth the scene that was inevitably going to unfold. Yeah, it was bullshit but he had to pick his battles. He raised his hands as if to placate the man and took a step backward. ”It’s fine,” he projected his thoughts tersely to the rest of the group alone. ”I’ll text Jack to bring me back. Just go.” |