Your part of town against mine
Who: Axel and YOU! Very very open
When: BACKDATED to yesterday, Feb 14th, afternoon into evening
Where: Various
Summary: After a stint near the mall, Axel's enjoying a night out on the town. Feel free to run into him
Warnings: None so far!
((ooc: It's a choose-your-scenario post! He'll be at the mall, at home, and drinking at a bar, in that chronological order, or you can meet him on the streets anytime. If none of those work for you and you want to hit him anywhere else, feel free to pick your own location! I'm seriously open to anything.
He's been hit by pheromones, but not so badly he can't control himself. Anything could happen with chemistry, but if you'd rather have him without any effects, just set your thread at the mall before he gets hit. My post is prose but feel free to go with whatever format you prefer for tags.))
Axel doesn't make a habit of scouring the mall too often, not being particularly consumer-minded, but even a Nobody needs to do some window shopping every now and then. Especially when he has another Nobody to look after. He's going to have to find a place for himself and Xion soon, which is why he's at the underground mall to look at some furnishings--futons, pull-out couches and so on. When he's had enough of looking around, he ends up sprawled on a bench eating a pretzel, watching shoppers dash around. Somebodies seem to take money very seriously; as for himself, he's never had much of a problem getting it when he needs it.
*
He clicks through TV channels from the couch in Riku's apartment; his eyes are fixed on the screen, but he's not really watching anything that comes on. He's restless on one of his rare nights off, wanting work or something to do, in no mood to sleep. He'll end up fighting something tonight, he's sure, or someone--that would be even better. With a brusque sigh he clicks off the TV and gets to his feet, looking around to see where Winner's gotten to. He'll check in with Xion, maybe, and then see who or what is feeling restless enough to take him on.
*
The bourbon burns going down, not that he minds; mostly it's a good feeling. Finishing one glass, Axel slides it back across the counter and gestures for another one. Coat's torn in a few places, slashed to skin by impetuous claws, but he isn't bleeding. There's nothing to bleed, so when he inevitably goes back out to find something else to fight, he can collect as many more of these as he likes; maybe more with the alcohol in his system. It's fine, though. With the night he's had, the most he wants to do is keep moving.
When: BACKDATED to yesterday, Feb 14th, afternoon into evening
Where: Various
Summary: After a stint near the mall, Axel's enjoying a night out on the town. Feel free to run into him
Warnings: None so far!
((ooc: It's a choose-your-scenario post! He'll be at the mall, at home, and drinking at a bar, in that chronological order, or you can meet him on the streets anytime. If none of those work for you and you want to hit him anywhere else, feel free to pick your own location! I'm seriously open to anything.
He's been hit by pheromones, but not so badly he can't control himself. Anything could happen with chemistry, but if you'd rather have him without any effects, just set your thread at the mall before he gets hit. My post is prose but feel free to go with whatever format you prefer for tags.))
Axel doesn't make a habit of scouring the mall too often, not being particularly consumer-minded, but even a Nobody needs to do some window shopping every now and then. Especially when he has another Nobody to look after. He's going to have to find a place for himself and Xion soon, which is why he's at the underground mall to look at some furnishings--futons, pull-out couches and so on. When he's had enough of looking around, he ends up sprawled on a bench eating a pretzel, watching shoppers dash around. Somebodies seem to take money very seriously; as for himself, he's never had much of a problem getting it when he needs it.
*
He clicks through TV channels from the couch in Riku's apartment; his eyes are fixed on the screen, but he's not really watching anything that comes on. He's restless on one of his rare nights off, wanting work or something to do, in no mood to sleep. He'll end up fighting something tonight, he's sure, or someone--that would be even better. With a brusque sigh he clicks off the TV and gets to his feet, looking around to see where Winner's gotten to. He'll check in with Xion, maybe, and then see who or what is feeling restless enough to take him on.
*
The bourbon burns going down, not that he minds; mostly it's a good feeling. Finishing one glass, Axel slides it back across the counter and gestures for another one. Coat's torn in a few places, slashed to skin by impetuous claws, but he isn't bleeding. There's nothing to bleed, so when he inevitably goes back out to find something else to fight, he can collect as many more of these as he likes; maybe more with the alcohol in his system. It's fine, though. With the night he's had, the most he wants to do is keep moving.