Mayhem Night

Whoops.

That just earns another scowl, eyes glued on the ghoulish brunet as Mayhem slinks over to the desk. But Jenzen, as much as he wants to snap back, keeps his mouth shut. Instead, he bitterly chews at his lower lip and makes a scoffing noise— and he has to stop himself from raking a nervous hand through his hair (it won’t help if Mayhem has to come back over here and restitch the wound, will it?).

He allowed himself to blink, exhausted, before he forces his gaze on the door. Part of it’s him willing someone to open the door and find Mayhem lurking behind it, the other part of him calculating how futile it was trying to reach the door. …..Yeah, he can’t see either of those options ending well.

Just keep your mouth shut and wait it out— if anyone could do it, it’s Jenzen. He’s stubborn enough, at least; the blonde attempts rub the tiredness out of his eyes, and heave out a calming breath. After all, three hours isn’t that long, not in the scheme of things. Right?

"Really. You're picking silence huh? Well this is gonna be fun"

Sarcasm drips like molasses from his lips and Mayhem finds himself none too surprised at Jenzen's choice, but still equally ticked off.

"I already told you I'm leaving when the docks are open but nooo that's not good enough for you is it Jenny? Man you always did have a stick up your ass"

As childish as it is Mayhem seems as if he intends to pass the hours picking at jenzen bit by bit until the other man snaps.

His usual activities.

Whoops.

The blonde shoots Mayhem a glare from over his knees, one of his hands fidgeting to adjust the end of his tank top. Right. He just has to remember to breathe, just focus on breathing— he’s not going to be stuck in this room with him forever.

"Just— just stop talking to me."

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"Giving me the old silent treatment huh? That hurts Jenzen. That really hurts. You know I remember when you used to be nice"

A drawn out sigh and mayhem stands now, going to the others desk and seating himself down on top of it, leaning forwards propping his chin up on his hand.

"So we're gonna sit here in silence for three hours? Come on, you know that's bullshit. Talk to me buddy, for old times sake"

fairy kei Chilton idk

((Anyone interested in doing mayhem week again for the last week of October?))

Someone said they like Mike and Chuck together?

#loud screaming

Whoops.

He grits his teeth, muscles going rigid the second he realizes the jig’s up. Mayhem knows what he’s up to, there’s no way Jenzen could make it over to the gun in time. So what’s he supposed to do? If he tries fighting, the acid-eyed Mike’s just gonna pin him down, or worse, maybe bite of another finger. Or part of his arm. ..Jenzen’s just supposed to…let this creep sit here with him on the bed? For hours?

The blonde can feel the air stick in his lungs, a new wave of anxiety gurgling in his stomach. He can’t do this, he can’t stay here with his— his stalker. There has to be a way out. A smart way out. Jenzen swallows hard— he’s not going to fly into full-blown panic, he knows that’ll just get him killed. Jenzen has to be patient. He has to wait. Forcing out a breath, the cadet scoots backwards until his back makes a slight thunk against the wall.

"Don’t call me babe,” he hisses, bringing his legs defensively up to his bosom. …Maybe he can wait for Mayhem to fall asleep. It’s a better plan than trying to book it, anyway.

"I like how that's your main issue here, me calling you babe. Ok. What do you want me to call you instead, sweetie?"

He can smell the others anxiety gradually getting worse and worse, which is strange considering Mayhem is just laying there, but from previous experience he can't exactly blame him now can he? he did sort of maim the guy after all.

"You smelled fucking terrified, calm down or you'll pop a blood vessel"

"I saw the whole thing, Mike." Jenzen gives a disappointed look, glancing from Chuck to Mike. (Not like he wanted to even look at Chuck, watching someone sink into a pool of blood was quite.. Unsettling, really.)

"You can’t accept it, so your solution is to destroy him?” The look of disappointment only worsens, a hint of anger crossing his face. “You’re really nothing but a monster, aren’t you, Mike..”

M-monster?

"I- I'm not, I didn't- He just-"

Miek stammers, swallowing thickly as he runs his tongue over his teeth, looking down at his bloodied hands.

"H-he's not chuck! He's...he's not"

it's starting to sound less of a statement and more of a question now as Mike curls in on himself, digging bloodied fingers into his scalp.

"G-get away from me!"

[[ o 0o pLS DO]]

theexranger - Cool ex jeager pilot oc

thelanguageofthestars - Hermann blog run as if it's actually a tumblr blog but still rp's and stuff (it's a cool concept mhm)

black-rose-ranger - another super cool pacific rim oc, very friendly mun

cometrymykaijuparts- one of the best Hannibal chau blogs, mun is great, character is really great, I think Jenzen would have good rp's because of the kinda similar stuff between Hannibal and kane mhm

2500-tons-0f-awesome - me ayyyyyy

boneslumbehemoth - also me but my kaiju hannibal account

notjustacallboy - not a pacific rim blog but a really cool oc (the mun has a ton of oc blogs for all fandoms as well I just interact with this one the most but the mun is super nice and friendly and rp's with everyone!!)

THERES A FEW BUT YEAH THERE ARE A TON OF PEOPLE but also kinda not that many?? like I'd probably say there are 30 or so main active pacific rim rp'ers that I see on a regular basis but they are like the motorcity fandom where everyone is super nice and welcoming and relly friendly and theres no drama and its just great with the addedbonus of being more active mhm

The blood wouldn’t leave. It just kept soaking everything and getting stickier with each attempt to get it off.

Chuck was on all fours, barely holding himself up in the crimson puddle. He weakly scoffed. “That hurts, bro…” He muttered, his arms shaking under his weight. They gave out and he collapsed.

He seemed to start sinking into the puddle, as if it was an inch or two deeper than it appeared. Probably more.

"I can’t believe you, Mike." Another voice sounded behind Mike again. Jenzen’s voice.

He'd said that he was used to mind trips like this but honestly this was pushing his limit. Usually it was Mike making people trip balls, not the other way around.

At Jenzens voice he tenses up, a look of guilt flickering behind his eyes before he quickly puts up his mask once more, looking back at the blonde.

"Get outta my fuckin' head you little creep!"

Mayhem was surreal to hold onto and to hit. Like he was there but he wasn’t. He coughed up a lot of blood at the blow. Blood which splattered on the other. Blood which seemed to spread, dripping more as if blaming Mike for the bloodshed, making it look way worse than it was.

Chuck knelt over, coughing and soaking the ground beneath him with a deep red, a small puddle forming and increasing in size at such a rapid rateso much blood.

"M..ik…e…"

"The boosters…. aren’t… " He shouldn’t have to finish that sentence. His signs of weakness implied his point enough. Sure he was fearless and maybe strong, but his body was breaking down. A hit like that could’ve k i l l e d h i m .

"You're not him! You're not chuck!"

Mike was screaming now, furiously smearing his hand on the side of his jeans trying to get rid of the blood stains, watching his best friend drop to his knee's in a puddle of gore.

"Y-you're not him. No fucking way- You're not Chuck"

Chuck frowns, looking almost hurt by Mike’s denial. “This is what I get for bothering to see you again? That you think I’m some figment of your imagination??”

His hand strains a little, and he starts taking steps forward. Chuck twitched. Perhaps murder was on his mind? His posture sure doesn’t look like a happy one.

"All I wanted was to see you again.. Before…"

He hesitates before rushing forward and slamming his fist into Chucks gut, his other hand grabbing hold of the blondes shoulder to keep him in place and tighten the blow.

If it turns out it really is Chuck? Well shit.

"Oh, thanks. Just what I wanted to hear after all this time. What made you say that?" A small grin forms. "Been seeing things, bro?"

"I just saw you talking to, well, nothing. Was it ‘me’?" He looks a little fascinated by the other, crossing his arms.

"Shut up! You're not him, you think I'm gonna fall for this? Do you think I'm some kind of idiot?!"

He's yelling now, lips drawn back into a feral snarl while he clenches his fists closed tight, yet makes no move to attack Chuck, if anything he's taking steps away from him.

There is now a sheep-faced tikbalang sniffing Mayhem's jacket curiously. She's not familiar with clothing so she's trying to figure out what it's made of. ((sorry not sorry))

7ft tall titty monster sniffing at his jacket.

A usual sunday night.

"You've got five seconds to tell me what the hell you are lady...monster...thing"

"Been a while, hasn’t it?" Chuck tilts his head a little, allowing the red glow of his eyes to show. Not even expressing a smile. Not much expression at all, really.

His arm was bleeding a little around the dull glow of a booster.

He wasn't an idiot. He'd not seen his Chuck in months and then moments after seeing a hallucination induced copy of himself Chuck just happens to be here?

No way.

To convenient

Mike can't help himself from hoping it's true though.

"...You're not Chuck"

That grin weakens as Mike’s comment forces him to break character. Perhaps Mayhem truly met himself. Seems he was too unfazed by the attempts. There must be something he could dig up from the other! This is no fun!

"Hm." His appearance faded like smoke in the wind, and he was gone.

Only for Chuck’s voice to sound behind Mike.

"Mike?" He flatly called.