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Tweak says, "chilled banana sundae"

Ikeda Kiriko | 池田妃凛子 (apathyisboring) wrote in disappear_rpg,
@ 2011-05-26 00:49:00

Entry tags:

kiriko, reizo

Who: Kiriko, Reizo
What: we're all gonna diiiiiieeeeeee
When: Ridiculous-o-clock
Where: Butterfly House bar.
Why: Because.

The rec room was empty - something to do with it being ridiculous-o'-clock, most likely. The only person who was usually awake at this time was Isao, and even he was passed out on one of the common room sofas, as Kiriko had earlier discovered. She should be asleep, too, really - she had, for a while, before vague nightmares had woken her up and left her lying awake and staring at the ceiling until she had successfull fought down the post-dream paranoia. Her eyes had adjusted enough that the room didn't seem dark at all, and feeling far more awake than one should feel at ridiculous-o-clock, she'd pulled herself out of bed and started wandering the house in her robe and slippers.

Three aimless tours of the place later and she'd wound up at the bar. The hands, sympathetic, poured her a drink, one she was still nursing as she watched a muted infomercial from the corner of her eye and tried her best to settle down. Some kind of food processor with a shark's face painted on it - Mystic Shark, the TV announced, as a man and woman with fake smiles took entirely too much pleasure chopping onions in front of the studio audience.

Kiriko went for another drink.

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some_other_dog
2011-05-27 06:52 am UTC (link)

“Well, we have two options,” he started in between a gulp of peanuts, “we can either stay here for much longer than we should, which means you’d probably all end up fat and lazy, or we can get our shit together and at least try to beat them. I mean, don’t get me wrong, this place is pretty fucking cool, but if I have to stay here for much longer, I’m going to snap.”

He wiped his hand on his pants, ridding his fingers of the slightly sticky feeling they’d acquired from the honey-roasted peanuts, and downed the drink the hands had brought him. Reizo was, unsurprisingly, a very simple drinker. Surprisingly, and much to his chagrin, he was also a light one, so he would have to watch himself or be hammered within the next couple of shots.

He ran one big, slightly-sweet-smelling hand over the dark bar top, traced the reflection of the harsher lights on the other side of the room reflecting off it, and let out a huge sigh.

“I don’t think we’re going to die. I’m not stupid, but I am arrogant and confident, and I guess.. we didn’t get stuck with such useless assholes in the end.” He seemed to cringe a little at admitting that. “They could be better, though. So much better.”

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apathyisboring
2011-05-27 07:18 am UTC (link)

"I don't get fat," she answered, indignant, clearing the most important matter out of the way first and foremost. She was pedigree! Thin and gorgeous was in the genes, and one of the few things she was genuinely grateful to her mother for.

She watched the hands with vague interest as they brought his drink - they were dutiful and able barkeeps with a knack for working out what you were in the mood for, but they also seemed to hover nearby to "watch" with increasingly disapproving posture the closer their patrons got to being completely smashed. Her attention turned to Reizo at the sudden heaving sigh and caught his hand tracing the lights while he talked. It suggested hesitance to her - possibly because it was a habit she'd repressed many times before to avoid suggesting just such a thing. Her eyes lifted to his face.

"Well..." she mumbled, "I don't think they like us much better, for the most part."

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some_other_dog
2011-07-01 11:10 pm UTC (link)

The yakuza boy shrugged his shoulders.

“I don’t give a damn if they don’t like me. Better they find it out sooner than later.”

He lifted his glass, refilled, and gave it a gentle shake, just to get the ice tinkling again. He watched the hands through the amber of his drink for a time, adjusting hand and head to keep up with them as they moved around the bar top, and eventually sucked the shot down and clapped the glass back down on the counter.

“I’ve come too far, been through too much, and I’m not gonna let any shitty teenage feelings get in the way of what I got my eyes on. I’ll rely on them, because I need to, because maybe I want to a little bit, and I’ll be the most vicious, demonic son-of-a-bitch they’ve ever seen, because you don’t gotta like a monster to know you need it on your side.”

The smile that spread across his face was warm and, if you squinted hard enough, rueful.

“Hell, saving the world might even off-set some of the horrible shit I’ll be responsible for later.”

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apathyisboring
2011-07-02 04:42 am UTC (link)

"Oooh, look at you," she teased, the spark that had returned to her eye tempered with good-natured softness that reflected his expression. She leaned sideways, nudging him playfully with her shoulder. "Dramatic speeches, ready to save the world... very heroic."

The dark polished wood reflected her face as she looked down with a quiet laugh, leaning into him.

"Really, though, you give yourself too little credit. Bad people are still people. You have your good points." She glanced at the ceiling, reflecting on this for a moment. "Subjectively speaking, anyhow. And if you wanted to make friends, I think most of them know better than to try to interfere... Even if they don't appreciate your ambition quite like I do."

She chuckled at the last bit, canting her head and looking up at him with a sardonic smile as one of her arms curled around his.

"When it's do or die, I guess the both of us will do. Just, if our hands are tied much longer I'm going to end up making a bad habit out of this."

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some_other_dog
2011-08-05 03:08 am UTC (link)

The smile sharpened, turning into a toothy grin that was anything but heroic, when the girl ribbed him and leaned in against him. He just shook his head slowly twice, and pointed at his empty glass to indicate a refill, which didn’t arrive until the Hands had a brief conference.

His big hand came down on her smaller one, covering the back of it, long fingers slipping into the gaps to hold onto it, and he leaned his head in against hers. The vicious scar on the side of his mouth turned the smile he wore now into a lopsided smirk.

“We’ll be okay. If I don’t keep you safe, how’re we ever gonna take over the world?”

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