[ the jokes have tethered to a slow and the roars of laughter have dulled to post-adrenaline chuckles, of both a nervous and manic sort of nature. both bruised and winded and -- completely absurd with the residue of the after-party, the monk hauls both Their Winnings (creds, paraphernalia, a generally good time) and Badou himself, drunk and slovenly. ]
[ he deposits much of what he can on the old couch of the Shack that hasn't been used in a month, boots making a (second trail of) dust on hardwood floors (evident that he's been here once before, today) ]
[ with his greatest prize still looped under arm, he hauls the scarred man up, gnashing a still-excited, though calmer, grin ]
Re: {action}nicotine_patchNovember 15 2010, 09:33:59 UTC
[Badou's throat is a fiery scratchingburn, hoarse with the spent excitement and spent frustrations of A Day At the Track - the best of both worlds, really, somewhere you could get that fast winner's rush and let out a bad-ticket rage, too]
[now, he's far past that high-energy crackle of drunk and disorderly, and hangs from Genkaku's bulk as if his legs would clack together like an abandoned puppet's otherwise]
Pr'znt?
[the word is slurred clumsily, warmly around his bent cigarette, and it's no wonder - if it's not drunk and disorderly, maybe it's wasted and wanting]
[wanting the camaraderie, wanting the (never so common) human touch, wanting to be back here (back where it's safe), wanting Genkaku to stop swerving his meatfoot steps before he falls down to the floor and doesn't get up]
[he bares his teeth back at the other man (instinctual but unnatural, crooked as a bent ribcage), grappling the other's back and shoulder to keep above the churning tides of his own drunkenness]
Re: {action}prayforpreyNovember 16 2010, 03:12:09 UTC
Right now!
[ it's a quickthick parrot; he's won money, he's regained allies in the Thor's underworld (not the head of the hammer, no, but the handle is where it counts), and he's gotten his prospects going back towards brilliant horizons without spilling too much blood. acting like a bird for two seconds won't bring him down ]
[ there's a similarity there, as he drags Badou's display-skeleton-on-strings body deeper into their cave; disfigured-looking fiends racing towards the safety line the quickest, where they would no longer be suffering abuse or ... bad weather ]
[ now, they are the lopsided fiends and the finish line is the door to Genkaku's bedroom, furthest back and the one with the deepest trails in the dust, an evident thick-edged dragging that almost snuffs out old footsteps -- taking shelter from the torrential storm of mistranslation out there ]
I won't make ya close'yer eyes 'er no shit. -- Ah. Eye.
[ and propped up in the deepest corner of the room that smells like blood and the underground and stale sex and
( ... )
Re: {action}prayforpreyNovember 17 2010, 06:37:47 UTC
[ there's a patientproud grin that spreads on his mouth as the other's weight leaves him, only watching as there's a foxtrot distance put in between them, doesn't bother to hang on to the green coattails sliding in the dust. he folds his arms and checks a hip into the frame of the doorway, happy to be ... home -- running through the tape at the end of the track ]
Dual-layered. Firs' one's a retina scan an' the inside'a it's voice-activated.
[ a security within a guarded box within their dilapidated shack; Genkaku has made a perfect haven for his sliver, wedged it in so it can't getoutfallout and sealed it up so no one else could see ]
[ nodding his head, the gesture is clearly to the small Instructional Pamphlet: Your Safe & You! sitting above ]
Re: {action}nicotine_patchNovember 17 2010, 08:20:23 UTC
Dulayer? S'fancy... shit, s'really fancy!
[the smaller man looks back around, eye foggily taking in the safe itself - it's much nicer than his old code-and-fingerprint safe, the one a dying man had wrecked in pursuit of stolen secrets]
[he runs a rough hand across it's face, tapping the side and listening to the lack of sound as if it were an unopened gift]
[and, just like an unopened gift, suddenly, it's imperative he crack this sucker open]
[the pamphlet is grabbed in pale drunk mittens, flipped open randomly]
Re: {action}prayforpreyNovember 17 2010, 09:06:18 UTC
[ tonguebitten and tightlipped to keep from laughing, as he tilts his head to rest the joy-weary weight on the frame of the door like the rest of his folding body, he recalls what he'd scrawled in a big black marker after tearing out the pages like guts; ]
THE FUCKS WRONG WITH YOU YOU GOT A NEW SAFE AND YOUR READIN A GODDAMN PAPER ? ! ? ! ? ! BE A MAN USE YOUR SAFE LIKE A MAN
no instructions 4 u
[ at the bottom a simple and cartoonish snake slithers across corner of the page, sticking its tongue out ]
Re: {action}nicotine_patchNovember 17 2010, 10:49:45 UTC
[the barking laugh disturbs more dust than even his trailing coat, and he whips around, folding the papers up to properly wing them at the leaning tower of Super Monk]
Fucks'rong with you asshole! Why you gotta vandalize like s'chronic masturbation, uhn? M'never gonna get it open!
Re: {action}nicotine_patchNovember 20 2010, 15:48:57 UTC
[unexpectedly (despite Super Monk not-quite precognition), a beam flickers on, shining in his face in response]
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[a neon green graph follows shortly, and then replaces itself once more with a giant red X, and a rather obnoxious ERRRNNN noise]
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[Badou's eyebrows shoot up into his hairline, lighter poised and flickering flames just beyond thin lips holding nothing to burn but chapped skin and pain receptors]
[ he deposits much of what he can on the old couch of the Shack that hasn't been used in a month, boots making a (second trail of) dust on hardwood floors (evident that he's been here once before, today) ]
[ with his greatest prize still looped under arm, he hauls the scarred man up, gnashing a still-excited, though calmer, grin ]
Y'ready f'r that last present I toldja 'bout?
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[now, he's far past that high-energy crackle of drunk and disorderly, and hangs from Genkaku's bulk as if his legs would clack together like an abandoned puppet's otherwise]
Pr'znt?
[the word is slurred clumsily, warmly around his bent cigarette, and it's no wonder - if it's not drunk and disorderly, maybe it's wasted and wanting]
[wanting the camaraderie, wanting the (never so common) human touch, wanting to be back here (back where it's safe), wanting Genkaku to stop swerving his meatfoot steps before he falls down to the floor and doesn't get up]
[he bares his teeth back at the other man (instinctual but unnatural, crooked as a bent ribcage), grappling the other's back and shoulder to keep above the churning tides of his own drunkenness]
I getta present? Right now?
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Right now!
[ it's a quickthick parrot; he's won money, he's regained allies in the Thor's underworld (not the head of the hammer, no, but the handle is where it counts), and he's gotten his prospects going back towards brilliant horizons without spilling too much blood. acting like a bird for two seconds won't bring him down ]
[ there's a similarity there, as he drags Badou's display-skeleton-on-strings body deeper into their cave; disfigured-looking fiends racing towards the safety line the quickest, where they would no longer be suffering abuse or ... bad weather ]
[ now, they are the lopsided fiends and the finish line is the door to Genkaku's bedroom, furthest back and the one with the deepest trails in the dust, an evident thick-edged dragging that almost snuffs out old footsteps -- taking shelter from the torrential storm of mistranslation out there ]
I won't make ya close'yer eyes 'er no shit. -- Ah. Eye.
[ and propped up in the deepest corner of the room that smells like blood and the underground and stale sex and ( ... )
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[nevertheless, it takes him a few moments to see the box in the dim, and a few moments more to register what it is]
[he detaches from the other jaggedly, long legs too-wide and too-gangly as they eat up the dirty floor between them and the safe]
[rather quickly, he decides to sit down right in front of it, sending whorls of dust up into the air, embedding it in his hair and clothes]
[Badou's hand pulls clumsily at the familiar birthday-boy-bow, and he casts a hazy look over his shoulder, secret-seeking]
-- How'ssit open?
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Dual-layered. Firs' one's a retina scan an' the inside'a it's voice-activated.
[ a security within a guarded box within their dilapidated shack; Genkaku has made a perfect haven for his sliver, wedged it in so it can't getoutfallout and sealed it up so no one else could see ]
[ nodding his head, the gesture is clearly to the small Instructional Pamphlet: Your Safe & You! sitting above ]
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[the smaller man looks back around, eye foggily taking in the safe itself - it's much nicer than his old code-and-fingerprint safe, the one a dying man had wrecked in pursuit of stolen secrets]
[he runs a rough hand across it's face, tapping the side and listening to the lack of sound as if it were an unopened gift]
[and, just like an unopened gift, suddenly, it's imperative he crack this sucker open]
[the pamphlet is grabbed in pale drunk mittens, flipped open randomly]
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THE FUCKS WRONG WITH YOU
YOU GOT A NEW SAFE AND YOUR READIN A GODDAMN PAPER ? ! ? ! ? !
BE A MAN
USE YOUR SAFE LIKE A MAN
no instructions 4 u
[ at the bottom a simple and cartoonish snake slithers across corner of the page, sticking its tongue out ]
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Fucks'rong with you asshole! Why you gotta vandalize like s'chronic masturbation, uhn? M'never gonna get it open!
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[ right in the middle of the forehead ]
Yuh'll get it open. It ain't ever been fucked with b'fore, so it ... 'mediately asks for your eyeball'r somethin', I dunno.
[ has not, in fact, read the directions himself ]
[ but they are Men and they can figure this out ]
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[once he gets it in his mouth, he huffs, and it falls out of his mouth again, unnoticed as he frisks himself a second time, for his lighter]
Thassa shitty joke, too. I don't got no damn eyeballs to spare. You can't have it, you fucker, you hear me?
[with another hoarse barnyard laugh, he lashes a heavy boot at the fortress of secrecy]
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[Badou's eyebrows shoot up into his hairline, lighter poised and flickering flames just beyond thin lips holding nothing to burn but chapped skin and pain receptors]
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[he slumps forward toward the safe, ungainlyunrulyunrepentant, and leans close enough to kiss steel]
[with fingers surprisingly quick despite all chemicals and poisons, he fish-hooks the band of elastic on his face, stretches the shield out wide]
User detected. Beginning optical transcription. Please hold.
[as he shuts his good eye, he laughs again, and he's scanned a second time like a bushel of cabbages at the veggie market]
Optical transcription complete. User coded & verified.
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[ and trips over himself as he watches (imagines) the eyepatch on the other side of that faced-away head raising up ]
[ 200+ pounds of Super Monk crashing to the floor like a great limb, kicking up dust in a flourish ]
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[ COUGH ]
[ and the moment's passed ]
Nobody ever gonna break in'na that fucker now, goddamn.
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