dirty soul

death inspires me like a dog inspires a rabbit Jen Delacour, Draculoid.

[skyjacck-blog]

All Arounder || Sky & Jen

“Ronnie, I’m going home, it’s–I’m too hot, I got a headache…”

“What?!” The man looked at Sky in disbelief, yelling over the thump-thump-thump of the monotonous bass booming from the walls. “It’s only two-thirty, kid!”

“No, I’m–I’m too tired, Ronnie, I wanna… I wanna go home…” Sky slurred, shaking her head and pushing Ronnie away with limp fingers. She was too drunk, too high for this. The strobe lights and flailing limbs of people around her were just overstimulating and claustrophobic now, and she felt like death.

“But you were goin’ out for us tonight, remember?” Ronnie grabbed hold of Sky’s arm and pulled her back, making her stumble on her platform heels and grab onto his shirt. “We got another couple pounds we gotta shift and they’re not movin’ ‘emselves-”

“Ronnie, I’m goin’–I’m going home, a’right?” Sky shoved him away, stumbling back slightly with the force of it. “I’ll make it up to you, dickhead… you can stick it in my ass or somethin’, okay? I’m leavin’ now!”

~

After battling through what seemed like an endless jungle of bodies in the club, Sky let her shoulders fall hard against the brick wall outside as she fumbled in her jacket for a cigarette, flicking her sunglasses with her free hand so they fell back over her eyes. She really was drunk, she really did have a headache, and she really was tired… and she really was going home. Only home wasn’t her apartment. Not really.

Sticking her arm out for a cab, Sky took a deep, long drag on the cigarette and ignored the drunken holler from a passerby as she tried to plan out what she was going to say to Jen. But she gave up after realising she didn’t really have to say much at all… she knew how her friend’s relationship had been going, all Sky had to do was show up.

~

So, when the taxi driver pulled up outside a tall, dirty white apartment building, Sky let her mind go completely blank as she forced her legs to climb the steps inside, the uneven sound of her heels on the concrete echoing in the silent hallways. She pulled her hair back and tied it in a high ponytail as she walked, and undid the top button on her shirt, so that her bra was only just visible, then knocked on the door of Jen and Quinn’s apartment.

Which it did, showing a tired and slightly annoyed Jen standing in the doorway. Sky grinned and reached into her pocket at the sight of her, pulling out an abnormally full bag of off-white powder.

“Is your boyfriend home?” She whispered, tilting her head back and batting her eyes.

[gunstothank]

Jen didn’t realize she’d been asleep until she was awoken with a start by the knock at the door. Frowning, she dragged a hand over her face as she sat up and began to make her way to it. Maybe Quinn had brought his dumb ass home and forgot the fuckin’ key, or something…

Her mouth was halfway open to curse him out when she realized who was in front of her. “…Oh,” she blinked, her eyes immediately traveling down to Sky’s barely-exposed bra. “You look like you’ve been havin’ a night,” she said quickly, tacking a smirk onto the end of the sentence in an attempt to recover how stupid she must’ve looked. Jen told herself that the sudden increase in her pulse was from excitement at the bag in Sky’s hand, notbecause of how good she looked…

“Nah, the fucker’s not home,” she muttered, half-turning around as she slid her arm around Sky’s waist and tugged her into the apartment, shutting the door behind her. “Probably off fucking that new friend'a his. Dick. He drank all the booze, too…”

Jen sat on the couch and immediately started reaching for Sky again, tugging at her skirt. They fit so perfectly together, Sky’s body against hers… So much softer than Quinn. So much more real… She shook her head to clear the thought, grinning up at her friend. “What'cha got for me, babe?”

[whiteblondewashout]

Conscious of Jen inspecting him, Skunk couldn’t help but look away, feeling like his eyes were suddenly glued to the pavement. He knew how bad he looked and more than anything he was surprised she hadn’t noticed it already.

After spending the past two weeks with Red, his clothes were covered in blood, most of it his own and not all of it recent. It was in his hair too, and stuck to the skin on one side of his face and down his neck where an especially deep gash was made, bruised around the edges and spanning at least three inches. Smaller cuts were peppered over the visible parts of his skin, and he was grateful she wouldn’t be able to see beneath his clothes where they were much deeper and more plentiful.

“…yeah.” He said eventually, taking a drag on his cigarette and refusing to look at her. There was no point in even lying–she could tell when he wasn’t telling the truth at the best of times, and it was certainly more obvious then than him pretending he hadn’t shot up since he’d seen her last.

[gunstothank]

The longer she stared at him, and the longer her eyes had to adjust to the weird neon light, Jen was able to take in more about his appearance. He really didn’t look good, even from far away, and that had been enough to prompt her question. But something about the dejected way that he looked away seemed to draw even more attention to the cuts and bruises litttering his skin, and she couldn’t help but gasp slightly, suddenly repulsed by all of the blood congealed on his clothing.

“What the fuck have you been getting into?” She suddenly exploded, her voice louder than it should’ve been and her gestures too wild for the small distance between them. “What the--.. What the fuck happened?” A little too rough, she began to tug at the zipper of Quinn’s hoodie, pulling it down so that she could inspect the gash on his neck. Her brow was furrowed, and her anger really only masked the deep concern she felt for him--and she didn’t wanna think about what that meant. 

“The shit you’ll do for those drugs, man,” she muttered out, shaking her head with horror at the injuries. Oddly enough, the thing that bothered her the most was this strange disconnect, this idea that Quinn had once belonged to her, and she would’ve once known about everything that happened to him. She wouldn’t have left him scarred like this, he wouldn’t have had to go through whatever hell he was obviously going through for his high. The most she ever asked from him was some attention and occasional sex, not... whatever this was. “Don’t you worry about yourself? Don’t you care about staying alive?”

[missedmyhearts-deactivated20210]

tatiana on ‘the tonight show with jimmy fallon’

[gunstothank]

Jen took the cigarette greedily, in a quick, jerky motion, wasting no time in clamping it between her teeth before lighting it. She didn’t seem to relax until she’d taken her first drag, and as she exhaled out in a sigh, she gave Quinn’s lighter back, tossing it at him so she wouldn’t have to touch him. “...not the best,” she answered gruffly after a long pause, still refusing to look at him. After a few more drags on her cigarette, she kicked out at the ground with the toe of her boot, then finally peered up at Quinn, her eyes critical and searching. “What about you, huh?” Jen demanded, trying to see past how sickly the green glow made him look. “You still fuckin’ around with drugs an’ shit? Still gettin’ all bruised an’ cut up?”

[whiteblondewashout]

gunstothank

Waiting for Jen as paranoid as he was in the city was painful, and Skunk’s fingers shook as he held the cigarette between them to his lips. Every time he had to be there, even in the ghetto, he felt like this. On edge, as though he’d get jumped and arrested any minute. Man, a year’s worth of pent up charges must have added up to a lot, right? Maybe it didn’t work like that, even. He had no idea. All he could do was keep telling himself that they were no longer even looking for him and that they wouldn’t recognise him if they were.

[gunstothank]

Maybe it was just the air of unease that surrounded the neon ghetto, the constant sense that someone was about to witness you committing the sins you’d come here for, but Jen felt pretty nervous, too. She found herself checking over her shoulder every few steps, pulling her dark hood up higher over her head. She’d changed out of her uniform after work, not wanting to attract more attention to herself... 

After just a few minutes’ search, she found Quinn in the shadows under a glowing green sign, the end of his cigarette illuminating his pale hair when he inhaled. Jen sighed, immediately filled with an itchy craving at the sight of it, and she hurried over to him, huddling next to him with her shoulders hunched. 

“Hey,” she muttered under her breath, her eyes shifty as she avoided looking at his face. “You got any more? I could use a smoke.”

[gunstothank]

sickdestroyerr:

Bullshit.

Kobra.

Kobra? Like the Kobra? 

[gunstothank]

sickdestroyerr:

Stealin’ my shit, I see. Guess that’s what ya call flattery.

Fuck yeah I do. I’d almost be annoyed if it wasn’t fuckin’ awesome.

Hey, you put it out on the airwaves, man. It’s a free-for-all, now.

I’m Jen, by the way. 

[gunstothank]

sickdestroyerr:

Don’t gotta tell me that, I know. It’s fuckin’ bait and everyone tries to bite.

I almost wish I had to do more presentations at work, so I could walk into a big meeting room and just say “’sup, fucks?”. Ahaha, that’d be great.

Sounds like you’ve got the whole world on your dick, huh?

[sickdestroyerr]

‘Sup, fucks?

[gunstothank]

That’s a damn good way to greet a crowd, man.

[gunstothank]

theangelvoice:

When Jen turned to look at him, Frank felt something twinge in his chest and curled in on himself, shifting a little further towards the door. He glanced at her, then looked away, and nodded.

“Yeah, you got me – I’ve never seen a girl in my life.” he muttered, wrapping his arms around his waist and holding tightly, blocking her out. He stared out of the window, watching the people they drove past and wondering what their lives were like, though not in detail. Mainly he just wondered what their names were, where they lived, what their jobs were…

Jen frowned as she watched the guy withdraw from her, feeling totally offended. He was fucking weird, and she didn’t like it--he was creeping her out, but in a way that made her feel almost guilty, like there was something seriously wrong with him that she should have been cutting him some slack for.

“...alright, then,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes before she turned away from him again. She only lasted a few minutes, though, before she was turning back around to fully face him this time, something accusatory in her body language.

“I’m not gonna hurt you,” Jen insisted incredulously, although the look on her face seemed to say otherwise. “What’s your deal, man? We’re supposed to be working together, or some shit.”

[gunstothank]

viraldesigner:

//Malcolm really doesn’t want a fight. He doesn’t have time for a fight, now can he bear to afford one, so he allows the woman to drag him off, sighing heavily and pursing his lips as he glances at his watch, noting how much time he had left until his meeting. He’d still have time if he manages to ge away from her in the next ten minutes or so…//

… //He stares blankly at her, clearly unimpressed.// Malcolm Harris, //he introduces in a bored voice.// Pharmaceutical Director. //He gestures dismissively with his free hand.// You’ve probably seen me on television, I’ve done interviews about my work… and so on.

//Jen watches Mal with wide eyes, her lips parted as she desperately searches his face. Even with the information he’s given her, though, there’s nothing that makes sense, nothing that’s really clicking, and she can feel the memory slipping away through her fingers like sand...//

No, //she insists with a shake of her head, her brows furrowing in concentration as she tries to think, to grab onto more of the memory...// You... You did something to me. You were there in a white room and there were monitors and nurses and... Ugh--! //Jen suddenly throws her hands up in frustration, kicking at the sidewalk around them instead of kicking Mal like she wants to. There’s no reason for him to be this difficult... Suddenly, she grabs him by the collar of his fancy suit and shoves him backwards, walking them both back until he’s pressed against the wall of the nearest building.//

Listen, //she hisses, getting up close to his face despite the way she has to stand on her tiptoes to do it.// I wanna know why I know you, don’t fucking lie to me. You... you’ve gotta remember me, don’t you? What did you to do me? 

[gunstothank]

viraldesigner:

//Besides the second it takes to shrug her hand off him, Mal completely ignores her, concentrating hard on keeping his eyes staring forward. Annoying, bothersome, tiresome, the words build up in his mind as he tries to pull the traffic forward through sheer force of will. The second the light changes, he starts striding forward, but then he feels fingers groping into the sleeve of his suit, crunching up the incredibly expensive fabric under her hand, and his head spins to look at her, his expression caught between rage and bewilderment and a failing attempt to smother them both.//

Unhand me at once, you– //He tugs at his arm back hard, trying to dislodge her.// I will report you to the authorities-

//Despite the urgency of the situation, Jen has to fight back the urge to laugh at the way the guy talks. ‘Unhand me’? Who even talks like that? He seems like a total douche, but she still clings to him anyway, wrapping her hand around his arm and dragging them both to a stop the best she can.//

I am the authorities! //she exclaims with a look of indigence and impatience that nearly rivals his.// My name is Jen Delacour, //she continues with a bit more calm, although there’s an intensity under her voice that proves that she won’t leave him alone until she gets her answers.// I’m a drac and I was reeducated. Why do I know your face?

[gunstothank]

viraldesigner:

//Besides the second it takes to shrug her hand off him, Mal completely ignores her, concentrating hard on keeping his eyes staring forward. Annoying, bothersome, tiresome, the words build up in his mind as he tries to pull the traffic forward through sheer force of will. The second the light changes, he starts striding forward, but then he feels fingers groping into the sleeve of his suit, crunching up the incredibly expensive fabric under her hand, and his head spins to look at her, his expression caught between rage and bewilderment and a failing attempt to smother them both.//

Unhand me at once, you– //He tugs at his arm back hard, trying to dislodge her.// I will report you to the authorities-

//Despite the urgency of the situation, Jen has to fight back the urge to laugh at the way the guy talks. ‘Unhand me’? Who even talks like that? He seems like a total douche, but she still clings to him anyway, wrapping her hand around his arm and dragging them both to a stop the best she can.//

I am the authorities! //she exclaims with a look of indigence and impatience that nearly rivals his.// My name is Jen Delacour, //she continues with a bit more calm, although there’s an intensity under her voice that proves that she won’t leave him alone until she gets her answers.// I’m a drac and I was reeducated. Why do I know your face?

[theangelvoice-blog]

gunstothank​

Being on patrol in the city was never much fun, but it wasn’t horrible. It was what it was – Frank didn’t feel strongly enough about it to feel either way particularly.

Immediately upon getting into the van he looked around at who he’d been put on patrol with: two guys and a girl, the guys sitting in the front and the girl in the back, an empty seat next to her. Saying nothing and letting the others’ existing conversation take up the space, Frank slid into the van and sat right up against the door so that the girl wouldn’t touch him. It wasn’t as bad through clothes and when it was accidental, but he still hated it.

To anyone else the drive might’ve seemed awkward, as he just sat there silently watching the girl next to him as she talked to the Dracs in the front seats. His hands in his pockets and fidgeting with Donnie’s lighter, spinning the flint steadily with his thumb, he eventually picked up that her name was Jen, but he didn’t catch the others’. She was loud, and… funny, probably. The others certainly seemed to think so. He could never tell.

[gunstothank]

Another day, another shitty patrol. At least this one was inside of the City, where it wasn’t so hot and there wasn’t sun in Jen’s eyes and sand in her face. The people on the patrol were pretty alright, too--after a remark about what may have caused the strange smell inside of the van, she had the atmosphere loosed and the guys laughing. All but one. Even as she joked around with the other two, she kept an eye on the drac closest to her, confused and slightly put-off by the way he refused to even smile. He didn’t look offended by what she was saying, or disdainful like some other dracs did--sometimes at the fact that she was a girl, sometimes at the fact that she so blatantly disrespected her job. The guy just looked cornered somehow.

“Hey,” Jen finally nodded her head at the guy, turning a little more to face him where she’d previously had her back to him. “You never seen a girl before or something?”

[hailprodigalson]

gunstothank started following you

[gunstothank]

hailprodigalson:

Cool, cool.

Experiencing the worst fucking trip and trying to get in contact with a friend who’s about to go missing if she doesn’t answer her goddamn radio…

Er, sorry, that…

I’m Apollo.

//laughs// I know how that feels, shit. What’d you take? 

I’m Jen. That’s a fancy name, huh? Sounds like gold. 

[hailprodigalson]

gunstothank started following you

Hi. What’s up?

[gunstothank]

Not much, man, not much. Just flipping frequencies to stay awake. What about you?

[viraldesigner]

//It’s inevitable, in Malcolm’s opinion. The unfortunate spell that was cast on the population of the city upon his face and name becoming something as common as any household appliance one would find in their homes meant that someone was bound to recognize him at one point or another, and he abhors it. Unlike many of his counterparts - unlike one in particular - he loathes the idea of being accessorized, into being made to a celebrity for others to project their thoughts and desires onto. He, in particular, hates the fact that everyone attempts to approach him now that they can connect an image to the work he’s done for the city. He couldn’t bear another conversation with a stranger about anything he may or may not have done, to them or otherwise.//

//So he strides briskly across the streets, his eyes set on the sidewalk when it’s not fixed on the silver watch on his wrist, diverting his gaze to throw the occasional glance to make sure he’s still free of being disturbed. He only has a few blocks to go before he reached his transportation, and so far he’s managed to not be bothered. And then he hears it, and purses his lips together as he only walks faster, pretending he doesn’t hear the voice that must have been trying to flag him down. He only stops when the lights change, and he clicks his tongue in annoyance as he waits at the corner, tapping his foot impatiently and hoping whoever it was calling to him doesn’t manage to catch up.//

[gunstothank]

Hey-- //Jen calls out more insistently as she finally catches up to the man, putting her hand on his shoulder as she shoves her way to stand next to him.// Excuse me, I’m trying to-- //The incredulous tone in Jen’s voice dies out as she stares at the man’s face again, her eyes wide as more memories begin to flash before her eyes. He had something to do with her reeducation, she knows it... But she feels frozen, her mouth hanging agape like she’s forgotten how to speak.// I--

//Just as she’s about to talk again, the light changes, and everyone waiting at the corner begins to push forward, throwing her off of her balance.// Ghh-- //Jen grits out, her eyebrows furrowing again with determination as she latches onto the man’s arm, forcing her legs to move to keep up with him.// Who are you? //She finally manages to say, her tone demanding.// I... I know you. Do I?