The Life I Live

Independent Oblio roleplay blog, mun is of age as well as muse. Semi-selective, Oc and cross-fandom friendly.

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electronoiz:

✘ .This Punk Kid. ✘

’ the– fuck? ’

This guys talking like some kind of.. fucking, fortune cookie or something like that. And frankly, it’s pissing Noiz off to no end. Where does this.. this.. FREAK get off talking to him like this? Spouting some stupid mumbo-jumbo that made Noiz want to crack a bottle over his head.

When the guy turned around, Noiz actually had to look up at him to glare – four inches wasn’t too much of a height difference, but it was enough to make the teen puff out his chest and cross his arms to seem a little more intimidating ( he probably just looked like a pissed off bunny, in all honesty. )

The next words have him giving a smirk, arrogant and sure of himself, his head cocks to the left; green eyes giving off a sort of mischievous twinkle.

’ I’m banking on that, you damn fortune cookie. Where do you get off telling me my problems, anyways? If I wanted to heard about what’s wrong with me, I’d go to a shrink. ’

“ Fortune cookie? So quick to acknowledge my asian heritage. Sounds like some sort of pet name. Certainly this is a first as far as flirtations go. “

This had Oblio grinning, sure he might have been playing with the kid; after all this sort of behaviour has some sort of charm to it. Or else he would’ve simply walked away. Giving the kid attention, which it seemed he so desperately craved.

Although not the kind he desired clearly.

“ A name would be appreciated, you appear to be the type who would haunt these sorts of night clubs. “

He wasn’t as oblivious as he may have seemed of the anonymous figures intentions. Looking to rile him up, to ruffle his feathers. Such things proved to fail on Oblio, a rather passive person.

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Yes! Dance Battle! Let's Dance!

“ Gladly, I will accept any challenge which comes to face me. “

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cherryvanilladancer:

♥–”Think you can handle a challenge from the future then?”–♥

“ I’m quite sure, trust me. I have been trained well in futuristic music genres.. “

A smile was quick to mask those typically emotionless features, clearly enjoying a good challenge; hoping she turned out to be quite the opponent.

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“It doesn’t. I’m just curious since I’m bein’ accused of following you.” He unzipped his bag, moving around what seemed to be several flasks of glowing liquid. “And if you are, I can help you shake them off. A favor; for the misunderstanding.”

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“ I don’t mean to sound rude, but I highly doubt that. We are talking about a powerful man here... “

Oblio shoved his hands in his pockets at that, giving out a low sigh, perhaps one of relief as his expression remained soft, almost neutral. Retrieving a hand to gesture at the expressed polite behavior.

“ Although- the gesture is greatly appreciated.. Thank you. “

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electronoiz:

✘ That punk kid. ✘

              There it was.

That grasp on his arm that stopped him mid-step, a large part of him was in the mood to shake the grip off and jam his elbow into the guys face; break his nose and maybe a few teeth too - if he was lucky and hit hard enough.

And then those words; they freeze him in his tracks - green eyes conveying shock, normally he’d already have a fist to the solar plexus - but this is different; this is.. this is not what he wants. He wants a brawl, he wants to go home bloodied and bruised. He wants to kick someones ass, or get his own kicked and slink home to lick his wounds alone - bask in what pain he could feel.

’ What the fuck? Of course, I approve of myself - I’m fucking awesome. Now get your fucking hand off me. ’

His feelings, whatever ones there were - were conflicted right now. And all he wanted was to be punched, to get beaten down and have something break. It’s what reminded him that he was alive, it’s what made him FEEL. Eyes narrowing towards the other, he tugged roughly - attempting to break his arm from the others hold. His thoughts just a mess of ( fight me, fight me, just fucking hit me already; just fucking FIGHT ME. )

“ The hostility you speak with convinces me otherwise. You deal with great internal conflict. “

Slowly, his hand leaves the kid’s shoulder, turning his body slowly to face this aggressive anonymous character. Normally peope don’t hold such malice towards mere strangers. 

Oblio had quite a few inches on the kid so it seemed, standing at an impressive 6′2. Blue eyes washing over his form almost inquisitive, alluding a distant air althogether; not an ounce of him seeming malicious. Strange given the abrupt introduction of character.

“ I’d advise you be careful... Not saying that in any sort of threatening manner.  I am fully aware some people aren’t as- peaceful. “

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electronoiz:

✘ electronoiz​✘

     There’s a slight glare, light green eyes narrowed suspiciously. Chin coming to rest in his palm, elbow on his knee as the other hand tucked into the pocket of his pants. One leg bent, foot resting on the step just below where he was seated, other leg stretched out. Usagimodoki still in its proper place on his belt - part of him tempted to bring out the keyboard and hack into something.      But there was a lack of interest in doing anything productive; as usual.      Settling his gaze on one being in particular, something about the guy caught his attention - Noiz wasn’t sure why, but he found himself oddly interested in him. ( at least in the prospect of pissing him off. )      ‘ Hey, you. ‘      He called out, tapping his tongue ring against his teeth in no particular rhythm; he stood up - long legs taking a few fast strides over towards the man. – Though, he instead brushed past him; bumping into him rather rudely as if he’d been talking to someone else.

     That should do it.

He frequented these sorts of clubs often enough, being one of the main dancers on the floor. Oblio was just about ready to turn in for the night, letting out a low sigh as he pushed white sunshades up on top of his head. Vibrant blue eyes dilating to the display of vibrant neon hues around him.

Sliding that steelplated leather jacket on, he was ready to leave for the night. That was until he was so abruptly met by a kid with quite the temper.

Expected from someone so young, the horomones and all.

Turning on his heels with expert precision, he grasped this kids shoulder before he had any sort of time to get far enough away.

“- A temper never gets you anywhere in life. Only when you find peace in yourself, will you truly be happy. You may have other’s approval, but do yoy have your own? “

His grasp on the kid was firm, yet his words held absolutely no malice as he spoke.

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Yes! Dance Battle! Let's Dance!

“ Gladly, I will accept any challenge which comes to face me. “

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this is a baby crow. this is fucking cute. this is fucking adorable. the end.

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Up, right! Left, down! Chu-chu-chu!

“ Are- you trying to persuade me into dance? “

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“Huh. You’re right, I do seem to be following you.” He put the bag down, deciding to rest his arms. “But I gotta say, I could very well just be walking this way. Which makes me reach the following conclusion.” He put up his hand in a mock-pistol shape. “You did somethin’ to warrant being followed.”

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“ I may have, although why does that concern you? “

Arms fold over his chest, deeming this other person as little to no threat to him. Ceasing any movement as he stuck around; lingering. It wasn’t as if anyone besides his bird was waiting on him. He was a loner, and often times enjoyed the solitude. Although being humoured from time to time was enjoyable.

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Goliath looked up in curiosity as the person before him stopped. He was carrying a large duffel bag behind his back and was dressed rather plainly for once- giant handcuffs nonwithstanding. 

Slightly taken aback by the sudden curiosity, he figured the man with the pretty hair must have thought he was being followed. He smiled slightly. “Just a merchant tryin’ to get home. You?”

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“ Pardon my interruption.. But you seem to be following me. “

Oblio eyed the smile which masked the other’s expression. Hands sliding into his pockets, expression seeming quite blank as he spoke, of course not to be rude, just uncertain. He alluded an ominous air, questioning the smaller males motives.

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A patter of feet walking at his own pace was heard behind him, it was an early early morning; when these streets he often walked were dead. This kept Oblio well wary, wary that he might have to find himself on the run again. 

A brow raises as his movements stop abruptly, light on his feet as he swiftly turned around; eyes fixed onto the smaller form, somewhat shocked, this was not at all what he was expecting.

“ -Who are you? “

philistinegenius

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