Rudies

YOU just aren't on MY level [[Indie JSRF Beat and Yoyo]]

[feellikeawinner-blog]

April 21st.

Fuck he hates this date. He’s been in a foul mood most of the day and the rest of the gang has given up in trying to figure out why he’s so pissed. He doesn’t mind, for once he’s kind of glad to be left alone.

The worst part is probably that he can’t just... visit because that would requires days of hitchhiking and he doesn’t want to show up late. And he doesn’t want to find out if his family bothers to visit. That’s a whole other can of worms.

He’s been wandering Tokyo all day and letting loose his feelings on the wall. Lots of reds, harsh lines, ghastly faces that make more than one or two kids cry. He’s taken a break from Jet Set Radio and while that’s not exactly supported (it’s how they know police positions) he doesn’t care.

It’s nice to drown his thoughts in harsh beats and grating sounds. Hell he’s had the same song on repeat for at least an hour.

Only when he’s painted and bathed his brain in numbing music up to nightfall does he finally make his way past the komainu on Chou Street, habitually reaching up to pet one of the foxes on the side. He’s emotionally drained, but he’s spent all his negative energy. It actually has him smiling as he pours the water and assumes the familiar position.

The usual prayers. That their base stays safe. That they don’t starve. That a rival gang doesn’t try to chase them off their turf. That everyone stays in good health. Stuff he’d be embarrassed to admit to the others, but he does it anyway. It feels right to.

Then comes the thanking. Really just general thanking for a bed and a roof under his head. And of course a family. Even if a lot of them are assholes, they accept him and he likes to think they loves him.

He waits until he’s off the shrine grounds before leaning against a wall and just... crying. It’s too late for anyone to be out, shit he’s glad for that, but he does his best to be quiet anyway. He does abuse the fact it’s dark and no one is around to take off his shades and rub his eyes with his palms.

He’s not really sure when he sits, finding himself trying to hide in his hoodie while staring at his yellow skates. He just knows he’s sitting and a crying mess and glad that no gangs really bother with this turf besides the GG’s. And there’s no need to tag it, no one has tried to invade or take it. No one is going to catch him bawling his eyes out.

It’s not fair. It really isn’t. Everything wasn’t great but he was content. Yeah, everyone was mean and mocked him for losing the genetic lottery but he’d at least had one great person to look forward to seeing.

And then April 21st had come around and all he’d found was an empty room and one of the nicer nurses waiting for him to tell him that he was gone.

He’d never even gotten to have closure. The last he saw of him was the day before. He didn’t count a coffin as seeing him. Not really. Because it had been empty, he knew because his mother had mumbled that they were wasting their time when his sister had a competition to practice for.

None of it is fair. None of it.

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shinjukumusetriad:

Senya sighs. Children. Children without parents too. Though… she could understand not wanting to deal with parents completely, but there was a reason that having someone around to know when to… say, eat an actual meal and know not to eat a mouse pad was valuable in the long run.

She’d be fine with ignoring Yoyo now that she’s fairly certain his pride might be bruised more than his butt, but that doesn’t work when she gets tackled. It takes a lot of focus to not reflexively use her powers to stop her from getting a face full of cement but… well, down she goes, scraping up her hands and knees again as she all but faceplaints. She’s really gotta get some knee pads and gloves, this is getting annoying.

“…You’ve got five seconds before I spray you twelve different colors. Start running.” Said threat is slightly muffled by the ground, but it’s still gonna be valid. She’s coming after him with spray paint and he better hope his skills keep him ahead of her.

His knee is scraped to shit, but that was totally worth it. He’s only grinning at the threat and the thought of being chased has his heart thrumming with excitement. Because if he’s being chased, he’s actually worth something.

Maybe it’s going a bit too far, but he takes out his own can of paint and points it directly at Senya’s shoulder blades. The only warning she gets before his shoulders have wings painted on them is Yoyo giggling like a smug maniac as he starts spraying.

Afterward survival kicks in and he rolls off, skating as fast as he can towards one of the Garage exits as soon as he’s back on his feet. 99th Street just happens to be the direction he ends up going and that means he can grind on the rail in the center of the highway leading to it. Though he’s slowed down a little by the sting of his scraped knee.

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shinjukumusetriad:

Yeah she’s not even going to grace that argument with a response. Every single apparent nickname they’ve picked for that game they’ve been playing has been utterly juvenile. (She’d overheard the argument about nicknaming something that learned ‘harden’ or whatever it was. She’d zoned out after that one.)

“You’re both idiots.” ‘Mom.’ Well, technically speaking she was definitely old enough to be that, but she couldn’t just tell anyone that. It would blow her cover out of the water. “And someone has to make sure none of you do anything too stupid.” She snorted. “Not my fault you all act live 5 year olds half the time.”

Children, honestly. She was going to keep these idiots alive, and the compliment was noted, but that didn’t mean she had to tolerate them all being absolute children at times. For now she’s just going to cross her arms and frown at him and pretend like her ankles aren’t still wobbling a little because of her skates.

“Hey we are awesome 5 year olds that rule the streets and outskate danger when we aren’t arguing over naming a Metapod PENIS or DADDY! I still think Nidoking should be named DADDY!”

The last bit is yelled up the stairs. There’s laughter and Cube flips him off and says too late, they’ve named the Metapod DADDY. Gross. Yoyo is half certain she named the wrong thing DADDY because she’s still sore about him tagging up Poison Jam.

There’s an opportunity with Senya wobbling like that. He’s grinning and skating off a bit to find a rail to grind on. Everyone up on the higher platform is too busy and he’s feeling the itch to be the center of someone’s attention. And he’s going to get it the only way he knows how.

Inhale, exhale, dash at the rail, grind...

Leap in the air and latch onto Senya’s back with the intent to make her lose her balance so they end up falling in a pile.

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shinjukumusetriad:

She’d say she doesn’t get paid enough for this, but she brought this on herself. And she definitely makes enough money to cover all of this. That doesn’t mean it always feels like it, though. With a sign, Senya carefully skates over to Yoyo (the stairs give her a little trouble, all her yen for the ability to use her wings right about now) to haul the Rudie to his feet.

“Arguments away from the stairs next time. And grow up, I’m not calling an ambulance if you do something dumb.” And even then she’s not leaking their location to anyone. But still. 

“Yo, it’s Beat’s fault. He’s got everyone calling our Pidgey PECKER instead of COCK. COCK is way better.” Granted Combo is the one that caught the bird, so it’s more Combo’s fault than Beat. But Beat is the one that stole the game so Yoyo is blaming Beat.

Though after rubbing his sore tail bone he laughs. “Geez, Senya, you’re such a mom! Yo, you’re lucky you’re our age and an awesome tagger, a lot of us ran away to get away from our stupid moms. Not that it upsets me, I ain’t got mom issues.” Not like that anyway. He’s grinning like an idiot, so it’s pretty doubtful he’s talking about someone in particular.

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shinjukumusetriad:

…Yeah no she’s not touching that one. She has no idea what’s going on with that whole… game thing. She’s just going to practice skating around and not running into things or falling over.

There is much yelling and arguing over how to battle with ‘BUTTS’. As well as horrible innuendo and things that can be taken the wrong way out of context.

Really it’s typical teen behavior and all fun and games before a shove goes a bit too far and Yoyo’s tumbling down the stairs. No serious injuries, just a bruised bum and childish insults when Beat laughs.

[feellikeawinner-blog]

Someone stole a GameBoy and Pokemon Yellow from a game shop.

Needless to say the entire gang seems to be reenacting Twitch Plays Pokemon.

[some-rp-meme-blog]

Send ‘Flashback’to see one of my muse’s old memories

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Deep Ass Starters.

Sometimes it's hard to get in depth with your muse and their backstory, because you can't figure out how to bring those things up with others. Here are a couple of starters intended to make things a little more personal!

"What's holding you back?"

"I'm not comfortable with this conversation."

"Will you /ever/ be comfortable with this conversation?"

"Let me in sometime!"

"It's not that easy, you know."

"Help me understand."

"It's hard to connect with someone when all they do is push you away."

"Why are you always so cold?"

"Why are you always so happy?"

"Are you really happy now?"

"Who hurt you this badly to make you this way?!"

"What, did your ex mess you up that badly?!"

"Why do you keep fighting it any time you feel?"

"It's a problem, I get it."

"This is all kinds of messed up."

"That's not exactly a good coping method."

"So what happened, with your parents, really?"

"What was your childhood like?"

"Everyone has at lest a little bit of mommy/daddy issues. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

"My parents aren't exactly perfect models, either."

"You were bullied? What for?"

"Was it hard? Coming out, I mean."

"You can't just run away all the time."

"You can't just hide all the time."

"Are you still thinking about them?"

"I'm not the enemy here. But this makes me wonder who the real one is for you."

"Is the reason you're so cold and defensive because you feel threatened?"

"How long has it been since you last spoke to them?"

"You never talk about it, why?"

"How come you're so different around them?"

"It's like you don't have a care or worry in the world."

"You seem so perfect. I don't get it."

"What was your ex like?"

"I don't think I was ever good enough for them."

"Are you not comfortable being intimate?"

"Why don't you feel comfortable being intimate?"

"Letting someone see you that vulnerable, it's a scary thing."

"Are you scared of being hurt?"

"Have you ever been taken advantage of?"

"Why are you afraid of saying I love you?"

"I never understood how someone could say those words so easily."

"You're hurting others the way you've been hurt in the past, don't you think that's ironic?"

"You use people to make yourself feel better."

"I'm scared of being used again..."

"Losing someone isn't easy, but you're making it harder than it needs to be."

"How long has it been since you lost them?"

"You're too attached."

"I'm not attached, I'm just comfortable with what I'm familiar to."

"Maybe the real reason you're so controlling is because, deep down you'd rather have them in your grasp than lose them."

"Why did you ever break up?" / "Why did we ever break up?"

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Emotional Starters

-Send one or two in my askbox and I’ll write a starter where my muse feels….

☀️- Joyful 🌙- Thoughtful ☁️- Gloomy 🌧- Sad 🌦- Hopeful 🌪- Angered 🌈- Proud 💨- Afraid 💥- Disgusted ⚡️- Surprised 🌟- In Love 🌨- Ashamed 🌑- Pitiful 🌝- Envious ❄️- Cruel ☄️- Courageous ✨- Kind 🌤- Shy 💦- Guilt

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xvxnitate:

‘No nutty nuts. These ones can do that. These ones not much like nutty nuts anyway.’ It wouldn’t ask why, but they would be sure to keep an eye out to keep those nuts away from Yoyo at all costs. Those things didn’t taste too great anyway. And no noodles. It had been planning on instant ramen, but it could do better.

‘These ones not know. Will find other soup. Tasty, no nutty nuts. Also bring lots of water, yes. Water help, yes?’ It was trying to remember what was good for illness and what wasn’t. Van hadn’t had many opportunities to be sick under Xehanort’s care and actually have any recovery time.

“Why people would even put nuts in soup is a mystery to me, yo.” Granted peas are... technically like peanuts or something? He isn’t sure why the not cat’s rambling has him trying to remember some stupid thing his older sister had once mentioned, but he distinctly remembers her making a fuss over it.

Okay, yeah, maybe he needs more of the stuff for fevers. Preferably not made with kids in mind.

“Yeah, sure, water. Think Corn went and stole some bottles of it. That or he was stupid and got cheap booze instead.” Not that he’s against the stuff, if the gang wants to get shit faced and they spot an opportunity to get their hands on alcohol, he’s all for them seizing it. It’s just not his cup of tea.

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xvxnitate:

‘These ones still help. Wordy words is gang with mind. Wordy words get help from these ones. And if wordy words not need now, can use later, yes yes.’ It purred, gently draping itself over Yoyo’s forehead. It could squish itself enough to be slightly cool to the touch. Maybe that would help.

‘Wordy words need eat more. These ones steal more food, yes yes. Saw bigbig cars with foods. These ones still figuring out best way to steal that.’ All of the truck. Or at least its contents. They’d figure it out eventually.

Mm, nostalgic. Minus the cool, how the not cat is laying on him reminds him of when Pots was younger and they’d sleep in bus stops. He guesses he’s fine with it, it’s not like protesting is going to make it get off.

Does it have to mention food? He’s not sure about food, his throat feels too raw for that. At the same time though he’s kind of starving. “... J-Just avoid peanuts. You know, those small tan things that apparently are crunchy. So probably avoid those cars with noodles... Maybe... Would those have peanuts even?”

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xvxnitate:

‘This one can help with that.’ It didn’t want to leave its cozy spot, but wordy words was sick sick, and that emant help. It wiggled itself out of the skate and skittered up onto Yoyo’s bed, flopping down beside him and gently bumping its head into the side of his face like it was a cat demanding attention. It purred softly.

‘These ones going to get wordy words soup stuff. Mind help these ones find things for wordy word’s sick that help, yes.’ Unversed couldn’t read, but that was what Van’s eyes were for.

These things are just weird touch wise. Like... He doesn’t even know how to explain how that feels, it’s not at all fuzzy like a cat. Jello? Sure, jello works he supposes. Just not as cool and a bit more firm. Really it’s a poor comparison.

Wait, they’ve been around long enough that he’s picked up on what some of the terms mean and that last bit has him moaning and digging his palms against his eyes. “Yo, I ain’t that bad anymore. I slept most of it off thanks to the shit Beat stole months ago.” Even if it wasn’t really much and more tailored to kids than teens.

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xvxnitate:

‘This one is staying in wordy word’s skates. Wordy words always has words but also has skates that smell least like feet.’ Plus skates were a nice warm place to hunker down for a quick and nice nap. It wasn’t going to leave, but the Flood was going to poke its head out.

‘Wordy words sound sick sick. Should be sitting, resting, not skate skate. Wordy words go sleep, yes. Sleep sleep. These ones bring good soup later.’ Mind approved of wordy words so wordy words would get treated like one of them, yes. Good food they could steal for him and make sure that bad nasty cough went away.

... Right. The not cats can friggin talk.

“I’ve been sleeping, yo. I’m fucking dying of boredom here.” He will flop back on the bed though, there’s no point in trying to shake the thing out of his skate. Van and his weird not cats are like him and Pots.

In other words, they only listen to one person.

And hello more coughing, man he’s sick of coughing, can he just stop this ride of hacking and sore throats and not being able to go out there and do what he loves? Preferably after figuring out where the hell he put his shades.

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There is a weird ass not a cat in his skate.

He’s too tired for this shit.

“Yo, Van, get your damn-” A cough. “Whatever the fuck it is out of my-” Another cough. “Skate.”

The road to recovery is still long for the liar. This sucks balls.

... He’s not even sure if Van is even in the Garage.

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xvxnitate:

…If there’s one thing Beat’s good at, it’s making Van feel like he’s doing things the right way and making good progress. He smiles goofily for a split second before he catches himself at it and manages to force his mouth into a confident smirk instead. Next time he’s definitely going to make it.

“You know it.” He skates after Beat. There’s a lot of stuff around here to tag, and his fingers are itching to go to town with a can of spray paint, and he’s glad that he’s managed to snag a few. Not enough for much but… well, Beat’s saying to do a small tag. Hm…

He crouches down to the right spot, spins the spray can in his hands a few times (he fumbles it a few times, but he still tries at least), and sprays. A copy of Beat’s tag - splotchier and runnier, but still the same shape and colors - is the end result. For a moment as he pauses, then adds Unversed eyes to the little smiley face. There. Much better. He stands up and nods, smirking. He likes that one. And anyone that knows him well enough (which, at this point, is basically only Beat) can tell he’s trying really hard not to just grin like an idiot at how well his tags are turning out.

The eyes are a really good addition to the tag. And really, the swearing in the tag fits the younger Rudie. It’s like Van is back talking to his old ‘guardian’ and the thought of just how far he’s progressed has Beat smiling fondly.

It’s pretty damn obvious at this point he’s adopted the kid and wants him to succeed and flourish.

“Nice. Feel free to paint the next street however you want. You get the entire street, I want to see you go crazy and unleash everything you’ve learned so far. Only rule is don’t hold back.”

To emphasize that this is going to be Van’s show he sits on a bench, draping his arms over the back of the structure and tapping his fingers to the rhythm of the radio. He’s there to answer questions and give guidance, but this is Van’s moment to shine and claim Dogenzaka with his own art.

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nekosandkeyblades:

Sora gave a soft little squeak, turning a bright shade of red at the words being whispered right into his ear. He quickly put his hands over his cheeks, rubbing them as if it would either hide the reddened cheeks or make the blushing go away faster.

“Y-You don’t need to keep doing that!” He muttered in a harsh whisper, tugging his hat as if to try to pull it to fit even tighter on his head so the other couldn’t try that again. “I’m going to go and see if I can find any sign of the heartless.” He huffed, starting to head off in a direction.

Take care of the Heartless, make sure the world is safe before departing, head off to receive the next mission. Easy peasy…

He really shouldn’t be this amused. Yet Beat is nothing but grins as he chuckles and parts ways. He tags a few walls, picks up a few scraps of metal for Corn, even scours the area in case there happen to be a few Graffiti Souls.

The only sign of what happened in the past really is the mechanisms that are scattered around the area and doused in spray paint. Each one brings a bit of a sour taste to his mouth, but they’re completely dead and at no risk of ever blowing up. Besides all the rust begging to cause infection if someone is stupid enough to get cut, this place is completely safe.

Well... except for the threat of monster graffiti, as he’s going to call it. He hasn’t seen any yet, but then again he’s not actively searching for any. And he doesn’t want to search. That’s going to be the kitty cat’s responsibility since he seemed to bring them with him.

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shinjukumusetriad:

Old man…? Senya’s - well, Chorus’, if they were gonna work around that - entire expression darkened. For a moment she almost forgot herself and her ‘disguise.’ “The older generation forgets themselves once they get a little power.”

She shook her head to clear it. Breathe. Calm. No reason to accidentally spike her Vibe and put her new apparent family on edge. But oppression by adults really got on her nerves. She saw it everywhere when she visited Tokyos, any district. Pressure and oppression could kill. She abhorred it. Calm. Concentrate.

It was definitely a territory thing, she could get behind defending a territory. She needed to learn its limits. And even before the can touches her hand she knew exactly what she wanted to do.

“Spray and it’ll work, huh?” She doesn’t hesitate to spray, crossing out the heart and siding it with a pair of canine behinds accompanied by a pair of dogs - one orange, one purple, one tosa, one akita - marking their territory on the heart she crosses out and covers in purples and oranges and whites, painted on almost smirks on their muzzles. Each dog with a single angelic wing, mirrored. 

“If this city’s gonna make the call for help, I’m in.” She was going to fight anyone that was oppressing the city. Not so directly that she’d be noticed, but she’d find her ways. Reapers would help. She’d add Imprints. Speaking of that, there was just enough paint that she could try something simple.

A single angel feather. A small Imprint. She wasn’t even sure it would take, but she had a message on it, if it worked. ‘Live.’

“Hey, sweet tag! Really like the guardian angel dogs.” Beat laughs, seeming to have finally recovered from his blundering earlier. The dogs oddly fit Chorus a lot. And the fact he’s not being judged for being the son of scum helps.

Yoyo remains quiet though, eyeing the tag. Something about it leaves a kind of buzz in the air, like static electricity after walking on a carpet with wool socks. It’s definitely not unpleasant. It’s just... weird and has him kind of curious if it’s only him feeling it.

Which would be a yes, since Beat isn’t showing any sign of sensing something weird. No, the redhead has already moved to start leaving tags all over the place, though he pauses and touches his headphones. “Yoyo. Radio.”

Well that doesn’t bode well. Yoyo digs his radio out and turns up the volume, letting a police report fill the air. Great, there are forces coming their way. SWAT teams with tear gas. Man he hates tear gas.

“And that, Chorus, is our queue to leave. We have Professor K to thank us for the heads up. He’s in charge of the underground pirate radio station Jet Set Radio. You’ll be hearing a lot more of it, he’s like a god figure to us.”

Even if it’s said in a joking manner, it rings pretty true. Beat’s voice holds nothing but respect for the man and even Yoyo is smiling a little fondly as he starts to skate towards the Garage. They’ll resume their reclaiming later, when things die down.