Residential Goth

Leone Abbacchio|closed Sunset-Room 303 group

[leggiana-blog]

@moodylion​

morgiana walked into her brotherly figures dorm room with a huff, stomping her foot         angrily as she walked to his bed and collapsed on it. she readily threw a temper         tantrum, kicking her legs as she screamed into his pillow. this went on for about         five minutes, before she gave up and huffed, throwing the pillow against the bed         and sitting up in the pretzel position. she looked up to see her brotherly figure,         and she scowled even harder, pouting at the ground.

[moodylion-blog]

There was a distant thudding coming closer and closer to his door that made him pause as he adjusted a hanger in his closet. His muscles tensed as the sound got closer. Who in the hell-  Bam! Leone jumped as his door swung open, only to quickly collect himself as he saw who it was. He snorted. Next time he had to be sure to double check his locks. As she threw her fit, he continued to hang his clothes up, not giving her outburst a single iota of attention. Yet. He finally looked at her when he was sure she was done. “Good afternoon to you too,” he said dryly. Leaving his laundry for a later time, Leone placed himself next to her. Safe to say she was pissed. “What happened? Do I need to beat someone up?”

[worldclasspsychic]

@moodylion

Ah, good old convenience stores. Always there for the poor individuals who need some Cheetos or something. Well, Goldfish, in Jotaro’s case. He’s not really noticed anyone else around–probably because he tended to keep to himself– but there was this guy with black lipstick on, of all things. So, an emo. Great.

But who was he, the giant who loves fish, to judge? He left to buy his golden fish crackers, only to find the same “emo” in front of him in line. Well, okay, just so long as he gets his food, he doesn’t care if there’s a criminal in front of him.

[moodylion-blog]

Abbacchio tried to keep his focus on the back of the head that was in front of him, refusing to make eye contact with the cashier yet. He was here for snacks, not to be chummy with a coworker. He didn’t make a habit of shopping at the same store he worked at but when this was the only convenient store that sold his favorite BBQ chips. The guy behind him wasn’t exactly making this experience much better. He could practically feel his breath on his hair. 

“Hey.” He whipped around to face him. “Wanna back off a little?”

[sdv-shane]

Admittedly, maybe it was just his loneliness that made him more affectionate to Abbacchio of all people. Or maybe he really did like the guy? He didn’t know, it was just a mesh of mixed feelings, honestly. He did appreciate the drink though, so there’s that. “Sure has been. Thanks for the drink.” He’d keep that for later.

“I’m not perfect, after all. I suppose college has been taking it’s toll on me. Rest assured, this won’t become a problem.”

What was he doing? Well… “Taking a break from a project. The work tends to build up if I don’t take a break.” Safe or not, Giorno always carried a pocketknife with him, which was, of course, on him at the moment. It was a habit at this point, honestly.

[moodylion-blog]

Hearing Giorno admit that was...surprisingly anti-climatic for him. A few years ago and he may have had some snappy retort with some insults thrown in but now all he could do is his first response was to shrug and nod. Some may consider this progress. It was small, but still progress.   “I could have told you that but good to know.”

He took another sip of his drink. “That’s good that you’re pacing yourself or trying to at least. So- I assume all that work has been keeping you from even calling and saying hello? Maybe you make a better student than a boss.” He was teasing. Mostly teasing anyway.

[grooveonfight]

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(this goes for part 4 as well, nothing’s confirmed skipped or confirmed at all)

[bluexrain]

★ Moodylion

He hadn’t really known what to expect when he’d finally managed to get away from the school’s registration office and their constant nagging of him needing to have all his paperwork turned in by such and such date, regardless of the fact that he’d already provided anything and everything needed for his transfer. He didn’t really understand the need adults seemed to have to stress, multiple times, the importance of certain things, sometimes even the simplest of things. Brushing the thought off as just another idiotic adult habit, he decided not to think on it anymore as he glanced at the map he’d grabbed from the office’s shelves. The campus seemed a lot bigger than he’d originally thought when he’d first looked at the school. Eyes skimming across the page, he looked for the area his assigned dorm building would be in, idly looking at the other labeled buildings as he did so. After a moment of studying the map, he noted he actually wasn’t all that far from said building. Stuffing the re-folded map into his jacket’s pocket, he turned to his left and made his way across campus, all to happy to ignore the other lingering students. It wasn’t long before he’d found himself outside the dorm building and checked in, his room’s key in hand not long after being told of the building’s rules and other (probably) useless information. He hadn’t been too happy to learn he’d be sharing the room and had begrudgingly taken the assigned key when his request for his own room was shot down without so much as a second thought. With a put upon sigh he turned away from the receptionist, far too tired from his trip to fight with the receptionist, and made his way to the designated stairway and elevator, where he wasted no time and clicked on the button to call the elevator down. No way was he climbing three flights of stairs today. He’d been kind of surprised to find the halls on the third floor empty, having expected to at least run across some more lingering students. Sliding the room’s key into the lock he unlocked the door and pushed it open, having decided he didn’t need to knock to get into his own room; only to stop short when the door seemed to hit something on the other side, narrowing his eyes at the door, he pushed again, a little harder this time, causing the stuff on the other side to scrape across the floor as he forced his way in. “What the hell?” He said once he took note of the scattered mess that seemed to litter around the room, covering any and all open spaces.

[moodylion-blog]

Abbacchio sat on his bed, looking through his stacks of CDs, deciding which ones were still relevant to his life. This was just one pile he had to sort through. There was about seven more that he had yet to pick through. He had fallen victim to procrastination while cleaning. What was meant to be a quick job had begun to slip into him pulling more and more things out so he could ‘organize’ them. He had been told he would be getting a roommate sometime today and that prompted him that it was time to let some things go. After stuffing his unwanted CDs in a bag for donation, he carefully began to sort the remaining ones by alphabetical order by the artists’ names and putting them away. He mentally crossed that off his list and looked at the rest of the mess he had to go through. Carefully, he shifted off his bed and tip toed around his things. So far so good. He stilled when someone began to ram on the door. Who the hell was this and did they know who they were dealing with? Before he knew it the trash bags by the door were hurdling into the piles he made and mixing everything up into one jumbled mess. He then glared at the boy in doorway. “A little impatient, are we?” 

This kid was lucky that he hadn’t destroyed anything important...At least from what Abbacchio could tell. Everything remotely of value had been set on his desk. He quickly made a walk way for his new roomie so he could at least get to his bed. “If you step on and break anything, you’re paying for it.” 

[sdv-shane]

Giorno didn’t have much to worry about. Well, he did, but he liked to think that most of them could take care of themselves. He had confidence in his subordinates to not absolutely destroy everything while he was away. He only expected mild destruction. Hopefully they were all holding up well though, with minimal to no damage to headquarters. That might be wishful thinking though.

Ah, his friends. His most trusted subordinates. The original “my gang.” They surely were doing well. Giorno had been sure that his temporary move would cause the least amount of chaos, but the relief of knowing things were sturdy in their don’s absence didn’t exactly quell just how much he missed his friends. As much as he wanted to go home for a visit, Giorno was no idiot; he’d be better off focusing on the classes he was paying for at the moment. Who knows, maybe he’ll see one of them around.

Once again, wishful thinking.

He was silent up until this point, where he let out an uncharacteristic yelp at the sudden cold. Who–

Oh! Speak of the devil. Well, one of them.

“Abbacchio. It’s very nice to see you again.”

[moodylion-blog]

He grinned. That was just the reaction he was hoping for It’s very nice to see you again? That was something he certainly wasn’t used to hearing. Regardless if Giorno was joking or not (as if he ever did), he couldn’t help but feel a little happy hearing it. Abbacchio decided to repay him by offering him a bottle of juice. Unopened of course. “It’s been awhile.”

"You’re losing your touch though. Should you really be spacing out in a public space, boss? Hope you don’t make a habit out of it.” 

“What are you doing out here this late anyway? Not that I’m worried about you or anything.” Giorno had proved time and time again he was more than capable of taking care of himself. Besides, Soleil had been one of the safest places Abbacchio had been to in the longest time.  “Just curious.” He shrugged.

[wryyda]

giorno and abbacchio

[moodylion-blog]

[[ ( ~w o )9 I finally made a thread page! So you don’t have to dig to find replies and stuff

[rcdfox-deactivated20161104]

                   “Your point?”

         Gajeel admittedly isn’t very good with personal interactions, as can be seen by his previous display [ He’s trying his best !! ]. The man is very frequently irritable and most invasions of privacy end with one party getting battered in a song of growls and snarls from the Iron Dragon – as the pierced man calls himself.

         He tears off another bit of his food once the camcorder is out of his sight, and lazily chews, his crimson stare locked on the man before him who still insists on staying at his side.

         Ever watching.

         Didn’t this guy have better things to do?!

                   “Uh — Yeah, guess so.                    It’s jus’ chicken.”

         He isn’t a very good conversationalist, either.

[moodylion-blog]

“I guess I don’t have one.”  He shrugged.

Abbacchio met his stare with a blank gaze. Of course he was totally aware how awkward this situation was. If he walked away now though, it would be like he had given up his spot and that just wasn’t going to happen today. He was here first. He cleared his throat. “I’m more a beef person. Chicken has always been a hit or miss for me. It’s either too dry, too bland, or too greasy. Although, you can say that about all types of meat. Actually, the best chicken I ever had was-“ Abbacchio rambled on and on about his history with poultry with little regard to the Iron Dragon’s feelings about it.

If he couldn’t get his shot, this guy wasn’t going to enjoy this meal.

[wryyda]

@ anything giorno says (x)

[kyomutaro-blog]

Restock | Shintaro + Leone

   Even though spring was drawing near, it was still chilly at night, prompting Shintaro to remember to put on extra layers before heading out towards the convenience store. This was his first late-night grocery run in a while, but had been deemed necessary when he reached into his box of coke and came up with empty air and disappointment.

   He roughly shoved his hands into his pockets and burrowed himself into his scarf as he made the short trek from his apartment building to the nearby convenience store. The midnight air bit at his bare skin, and his walking speed increased. Thank god it was only a five minute walk at the max, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he finally entered the small store.

   Immediately heading over to his aisle of interest, he grabbed five boxes of 12-pack sodas and put them in his shopping basket. Eyes lighting up when spotting the yellow sale sign on his carbonated drinks, he added another five boxes. Deciding that he might as well get some other things to so as to avoid having to go out for groceries again anytime soon, he went ahead and added a generous amount of instant noodle cups, and two giant bags of chips.

   Shintaro was praying for a quiet cashier today. Last time he refilled his soda stock, the employee ringing him up insisted on asking him why he was buying so much soda, before he muttered a half-assed lie about having a party. It was embarrassing to admit to his very real dependency on the carbonated drink, so it was always a nerve-wracking experience. Fingers crossed, he lugged the heavy basket over to the cashier, and put it on the counter. He purposefully started digging through his wallet slowly to avoid any sort of potential contact with the cashier.

@moodylion

[moodylion-blog]

     Leone sighed and closed his book, looking at the clock. Finally, he thought. Thirty minutes until closing time. He stretched his arms up over his head and yawned.  Maybe he could close a little early tonight…So he hoped, until someone decided to do a little late night shopping. His eyes narrowed at the customer instantly, cursing him. Just one more then he could go home.

      He watched Shintaro carefully, expecting him to drop the basket at any moment. When he was able to make it to the counter,Leone calmed himself. “Find everything okay?” He asked, voice deadpan.  He picked up and scanned the soda packs with ease. Soda, noodles, chips and more soda; just typical college kid food. A diet he understood all too well. A sudden surge of energy flowed through him as he scanned and bagged the last cup of noodles. “Is that it?” He didn’t wait long for an answer. “That’ll be $18.54.”       Glancing at the boxes and back at the young man, Leone could only think of all the ways this situation could go wrong. Most of which ended up with him having to stay here longer. “Need any help with these?” He gestured to the soda.

[wryyda]

policeman abbacchio

[svitorpidor]

naptime!!

[rcdfox-deactivated20161104]

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          When it comes to being on camera, Gajeel isn’t the type of man that enjoys being filmed. As much as he appreciates being in the spotlight [ only while performing, however ], right now is not the time to irritate the dragon with a large camera lense staring directly at him, always WATCHING and putting everything he does on RECORD.

          Especially not as he had just been enjoying his hot meal!

          His lip curls into a snarl, indicating his obvious annoyance, and his [ for once ] decent mood drops down into a pit of aggravation. A low growl can be heard rumbling in his chest as he grows angrier before he finally barks, loud and clear, at the man doing his best to film him in unnoticeable silence.

          Again – do NOT bother a dragon while he is busy devouring a meal.

                    “Hey, would’ya knock it off?                     I’m eatin’ here!”

[moodylion-blog]

“No shit.” He paused, taking a moment to process what he had just heard. “Wait, did you…did you really just growl at me?” 

           Abbacchio quirked his brow, almost cracking a smile. He nodded, briefly reflecting on his wrong doing and put away his camcorder. Well, he was quite aware of his rude antics but something compelled him to film this guy. Chalk it up to inspiration or his sudden need to bother someone. He rested his chin in his hands, continuing to watch him.   “I guess I should apologize….”  He guessed but he wouldn’t.

“Whatever you’re eating, it looks good.”

[fag]

isn’t it amazing how minding your own business literally costs you zero dollars? no tax. no shipping and handling. absolutely free. Incredible

[worm-ghoul]

[moodylion-blog]

@wateridol

         When Abbacchio had been applied for this freelance job to conduct a filmed interview, he wasn’t told who the interviewee was until he was hired. An idol by the name of Haruka Nanase. Of course, like many others, he know of him. He just didn’t know anything about his music…or much anything else about him. In hindsight, he probably wasn’t the best person for this job.         Thank god the radio station had given him a list of questions and a small studio they rented for an hour. He wanted to curse at whoever the set decorator was. Abbacchio had to squint a little every time he looked at it. The brightly colored decorations and shiny, new merchandise combined with the lights was a bit too much. Plus the fact they only provided one chair, that was for Haruka of course, was even more annoying. But for $100, it would be easy to ignore his own discomfort and feign interest for the hour.

         Speaking of the time, he checked his watch. This guy was ten minutes late. Fantastic.