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Hey all! Sorry for late/nonexistent reponses from me as of late. I was on vacation seeing my gf @feyericheskiy for a week so I didn’t really have time/energy to do anything while I was there across the country. And now that I am home I am readjusting to the timezones and getting back into work. I get out earlier tomorrow so I should be able to get what I have done! Sorry for the wait! Zzzz
“Once I thought that, it started to seem to me back then, Otabek was the god of victory in the tournament. And maybe Yurio was loved by that god.”
My love for this boy will never diminish.
I used another reference for this one because I won’t even pretend to know what I’m doing.
toorucikawa:
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Let it be known, that Tooru Oikawa was not a creep. No, he was simply a very observant fellow who happened to be home at the same time as the new tenant moved in. It would have been creepy to rush out of his apartment in nothing but boxers and a t-shirt, offering to help him move in all because he had a certain bad boy look that Tooru found interesting. Instead, he waited a respectable couple of days before finding his way to one of the newly occupied apartments - fully dressed, mind you.
Knocking thrice upon the door, Tooru waited patiently to welcome the new resident in the apartment. He’d even gone as far as to bake some fresh milk bread (his prized possession), now carried on a plate he held in his other hand. Humming playfully, the volleyball player waited and listened to the sounds inside the apartment, hoping he hadn’t picked too bad a time to interrupted his new neighbour.
“Yahoo~! Is anyone home? I’m one of your new neighbours~! I come bearing gifts!!” Tooru called, feeling a little impatient as he stood outside the apartment. A small pout made it’s way into his expression, turning it sour for the moment.
Perhaps he should have spent the first few days in his new apartment setting up all the rest of his furniture. That’s not to say it was completely bare. There was a couch...television...and bed. That’s it. So, not too shabby, right? Instead, Otabek was in his room, on his computer, listening to music. The headphones were the ones that conveniently blocked outside noise as well.
Or maybe not so conveniently in this particular moment.
Otabek had decided to go and get some food when he heard what seemed to be one of many knocks on his door. Well, hopefully they hadn’t been there for too long, right?
Wrong.
The displeased look on the person’s face told Otabek that he had been there for a bit. Was this a neighbor of his? He hadn’t paid too much attention since he was trying to get into the lifestyle of living on his own. Which, now that he thought about it, was probably failing miserably at right about now. Considering his minuscule apartment...
Might as well start by cheering up his new neighbor.
“...Hello. How can I help you?” That bread looks delicious though.
xprincecharmless:
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Either there was plenty of fish in the lake or Etros was looking after him today, but Noctis has never- in the entirety of his fishing record- ever experienced this. Or maybe his skills were too superb and these fish wouldn’t resist. Yeah, it was probably the latter. Catching half a dozen fish within minutes of each other didn’t happen to just anyone.
Although his usual circle of friends weren’t present to take pictures of his record, or give him lip on his fragile line (he w a s going to change it after another catch), a feline took their usual spot a few feet back, appearing just as excited as the next caught fish would be its meal.
Shortly after the cat’s tail twitched, there was a bite.
“Got it!” A force on the other end of the line almost pulled him in, but with quick instincts he firmly planted his feet on the deck and mustered enough strength to reel the line all while keeping up with the direction of the fish. Wide blue eyes caught a glimpse of the enormous red monster as it splashed near the surface of the lake, making him all the more determined to catch it. The battle carried on like this– pointing the rod, reeling, pointing the rod again– and it turned out luck was not on his side.
The line eventually snapped, causing Noctis to stagger back, stumble over his container of iced fish and fall on his ass.
“Great, just great.” He placed the rod nearby, allowing his hands to curve into fists as frustration took over. The Prince was clearly displeased with the embarrassment that had just transpired, and after a minute of sulking, he gazed over at his furry companion. At least someone was enjoying themselves.
“You know I can’t catch our dinner if you keep chewing on the lures.”
Otabek had always had a bit of a gentle disposition towards animals. In fact, if someone looked in the right place, they could easily find a small collection of teddy bears in his apartment. It wasn’t because of a weird...interest or anything. They were mostly given to him from fans and his sister, he had a hard time parting with them. Bears were always incidentally his favorite animal (or maybe not so incidentally?)
So it was of no surprise when he happened to find a cat lurking around the neighborhood, that he decided that he needed to help it. He normally did homework on these days but...the sun was shining so bright, he couldn’t help but get outside at least for a bit. Which led him to finding this cat and trying to approach it. He wanted to see if it had a collar or anything on that would indicate that it was owned by someone. From the looks of it, however, it was not.
Which....ultimately led to a game of cat and mouse, with the cat being in the wrong position. If he couldn’t find an owner, then he could at least do the right thing and take it in until he could get it to a veterinarian and maybe to a shelter.
One thing had led to another, dipping and chasing the little four legged escape artist all over one end of town. It wasn’t even keen on hiding itself, just keen on keeping itself out of reach of Otabek’s grasp. Which eventually led them down to a small lake of sorts, where kids were running around the shore, couples were having picnics, and everyone else was simply minding their own business and enjoying the gentle breeze that bounced off the lake’s surface.
The cat had decided to move down a small deck and sat there, right behind a male in all black. Most people would probably criticize the young man for wearing all dark colors, but Otabek didn’t have much say, since most of his wardrobe were dark colors as well. However, judging by the cats behavior, it seemed that Otabek had found its owner, much to his relief. He had felt content enough to simply walk away from the pair...
...That is until the young man, very ungracefully, fell onto the deck with a loud thud, startling Otabek completely.
“Ah...” Awkwardly approaching, Otabek moved over to the man on the ground, wondering why he had even fallen when he was just standing there? The cat didn’t seen phased, was this a common occurrence?
“Are you...alright?”
tacticivns:
Morgan was lost in her own little world, as usual.
The park was often the best place to read, aside from her own little room. The ambient noise provided comfort for her, as she found it easy to concentrate. The crisp fresh air and smells of the various flowers also added to the environment. All in all, one of her favorite places to escape to.
This time, Morgan paid heed to one of her customer’s words (Shugarl was it?) and had checked out Anthem. Another dystopian novel but one that was considered a classic.
She was immediately enraptured, turning page after page as her imagination took her to a far away place– a dark future where everyone was branded a strange name. And boy did time fly. Morgan finished the book and decided it was time to return it back.
Except, by the time she got to the library, Morgan noticed one particularly large detail: her book was missing.
“GAH!”
Did she misplace it?! Rummaging through her bag and finding nothing, Morgan racked her brain for all the possible places she could’ve left it– when someone asked her a question, with a familiar book in hand.
“Yes that’s me! Is that my book?!” Oops, she had said that a little too loudly in the library, if the shushes were anything to go by.
“...”
Well, that answered that. Though it was a rather...passionate response, Otabek was just happy that he found where the book belonged. Especially after going through an ordeal to find them. She seemed to be quite relieved as well, which made the end product that much more satisfying.
“I wasn’t sure if it belonged to you or the library, but I’m glad I could find you.” With a small smile adorning his face, he handed her the book she very clearly wanted back. He wasn’t bothered by the loud hushes in the room at all, merely giving his attention to the person in front of him. Honestly speaking, the hushes were louder and lasted longer than her momentary shout of relief.
“Anthem, huh. I never did finish it. Did you enjoy it or was it just for a class?” He could only assume that she was here attending college just like him, since not many younger adults visited libraries nowadays without that reason. Though if she liked it...maybe he could pick it up and read it again.
feyericheskiy:
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Yuri probably should’ve hated clubs. They were loud, stuffy, and had far too many people. However, there was something which drew Yuri to the idea of clubbing. Maybe it was because of the dancing, a different way of moving ones body. He definitely enjoyed dance, and he was very good at it, however, he preferred ice skating. There was also a certain crowd which went along with people who went to clubs, and Yuri was definitely a fan of that…punk style (though he often times didn’t quite pull it off properly himself.) So, when a few of the other guys from school had insisted though on going to Club Rapture on Friday night, Yuri found himself unable to refuse. The idea of going dancing actually did sound…kind of fun to him, even if he wasn’t going to admit thought out loud to them. He’d grabbed his black jeans, and amazing black and leopard print jacket and made his way to meet them at the club. He’d only been there one other time, and Yuri was surprisingly excited to hear there again tonight. Though currently he was annoyed he couldn’t find the people he was supposed to meet. The music was loud, pumping against his rib cage as his heart beat seemed to beat in time with the song. It was a catchy beat, and while he leaned against the bar, he tapped his foot, wanting to move more to the song. Since no one was here yet, he supposed it wouldn’t be all that terrible if he decided to take to the dance floor for a little bit by himself, as long as he didn’t do anything stupid. He didn’t wanna look like an idiot. Making his way away from the bar, he kept his hands tucked into his pockets, moving to the rhythm. It was then he noticed the DJ. From up on the stage, he looked kind of tall, and holy shit, Yuri couldn’t stop thinking about how damn attractive and cool he was. He stood in front of the equipment as though he didn’t have a care in the world. Obviously, DJing came easy to him, as he moved his head ever so slightly in time with the music. He moved so little, and yet his dark eyes were fixated on the track in front of him. His dark, under cut brown hair moved with what little movement his body did, looking completely lost in the music he was creating for the dance floor.
Yuri stared. He couldn’t help it. His mouth dropped open, and he watched as the DJ seemed to control everything from up on that stage. Damn he wanted to talk to him, but he had no idea how, and there was a small part of him that thought he could watch the other boy like this for as long as he was on stage.
For some reason or another, Otabek was on fire that night. It was as if the melodies of his music swam through his fingertips like a knife cutting through soft butter. Easy, smooth, and so satisfying. Brown eyes were lidded closed as he swayed from side-to-side, right along with the music’s soft thumping beat. Otabek was never one for the really dramatically obnoxious music that the other DJs seemed to use. His was more electric and sleek with softer undertones, the type that gave one goosebumps. That made you wanna close your eyes and imagine being in a world that wasn’t your own. On that specific night especially, Otabek was taking the entire crowd away from this reality...and he couldn’t be more pleased about it.
Though if someone was peering at his face, they wouldn’t be able to tell. Otabek wasn’t the best at physically showing emotion, but he did well enough at displaying it through other means. Fingers gripped his headphones tight against one ear while his other hand simply did what it was naturally meant to do. It was good...so damn good. Like drinking ice cold water after a day under the sun, or eating that food that had been craved for days, or that satisfaction when a task much needed was finally accomplished. So satisfying...
When the song was in it’s crescendo, Otabek opened his eyes to see the crowd. They were moving, in their own little worlds. Some couples, some friends, and some people flying solo; none of that mattered to him, only the look of tension fading from their bodies. It was easy for him to scan a room and continue to play and it wasn’t until he noticed a person staring at him...that he nearly fumbled. It wasn’t the fact that he was being looked it, he was quite used to that. He had been told on many occasions after a set that he was...well, desired, by both men and women. Whether it was his looks or his talent or a combination of both, Otabek was never swayed by such things. No, it wasn’t because he was being looked it but rather that he was being stared at.
By two shining green orbs.
It was like a lion staring at it’s...prey? Strange, this was such an odd feeling for him. The person seemed...enraptured almost. They was small, much like himself, the crowd almost engulfed him, almost to the point of it being concerning. His browns were glued back onto the other’s, simply looking back at him, playing the music, giving the person his melodies. To them alone right now. Was the music? Was it Otabek? He wasn’t sure, but this one felt different than the rest....
...And it wasn’t much longer until the song was over and his set was done for a bit. Otabek set his headphones down and moved away from his stuff. He needed to sit down, he needed a break. Water, too. Perhaps, whether he liked to admit it to himself or not, he needed to escape those hungry green eyes. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but he was certain that if he met this person face to face, that his world would surely change.
psiker:
Edward’s work mainly focused on repairs, as most mechanics were assumed to do. Of course, he wasn’t incapable of office work but his job was centered around the repairs of motorcycles and cars. He held himself in a rather high status, taking pride in his work and making the casual remark about his expertise and abilities among co-workers and some customers.
When a lost customer had called out in the attempts to get their beloved bike fixed, the white haired male lifted his head and pressed a button one the wireless earphone in his left ear. Letting out a soft chuckle, Edward cleaned his hands and made his way towards Otabek, folding his arms over his chest, a grin on his features.
“The name’s Edward, and I’ll be your guy. You can roll your motorcycle just in over there.” He pointed towards a motorcycle bay that was currently unoccupied. Turning his attention back towards the man, he let out a hum in thought. “Rattling noise? Motorcycles are capable of making many noises, so I’ll have to ask you a couple of questions. How old is it? When was your last repair or have you had any issues with it before?” There were a couple of more questions but he wouldn’t want to overwhelm the customer, along with giving him a brief idea of any possibilities.
Otabek wasn’t sure if it was the smirk, the posture, or the confidence that emitted from the man in front of him, but he could tell that, at the very least, he was competent in what he was doing. Which quite honestly, was a relief to him. Otabek certainly wasn’t one to goad or brag, but he really was quite proud of his bike. It shined under the gleaming hot sun as he kicked the stand up on it and rolled it into the garage with a acknowledging nod. There, he parked it and handed the white haired man the key in case he needed it for anything, which he more than likely would.
“Edward? Nice to meet you. Thank you for taking time out of your day suddenly to help. Ask away.” The short male crossed his arms loosely over his chest as he listened, thinking back a bit on the answers. “Only a couple years. I can do basic sort of stuff, mostly self taught.” Maybe he should take some mechanical engineering classes? That...would actually be quite interesting, a back up if his musical career didn’t pan out for himself. Though he wasn’t sure if he would be smart enough for that...
“No issues. It’s been a project of mine since I was old enough to leave the house. I suppose the last real repair by a mechanic was about half a year ago, just a basic standard tune up and tire change. I thought the ratting was just something loose but I didn’t see anything?” Not that he couldn’t have missed it. “I suppose that’s where you come in, since you’re the professional. Any ideas?” Perhaps it was something he could also prevent from happening in the future, if he knew what it was.
babaecheva:
Mila had been out grocery shopping when she crossed paths with someone from the press. And although encounters like this was rare, Mila wasn’t the type to do random interviews but for this, she made an exception. After finishing the random interview, Mila took a seat on one of the benches on the sidewalk.
She fished out for her phone and decided to go through her social media, deciding whether she would head home or stop by a cafe first. Her thinking, however, was stopped when someone had approached her and spoke up.
Mila turned to face him when he had mentioned Yuri Plisetsky, one of her closest friends. “Otabek Altin?” She almost shouted when she saw him, a shocked expression on her face as she never expected to see him there. She had seen him perform previously on the Grand Prix alongside Yuri and admired him for his hard work and dedication.
“Yuri? Of course, I know Yuri. We’re rinkmates. I represent Russia in the female division.” Mila smiled.
Otabek was glad that he could meet someone that knew Yuri. Perhaps he could learn a few things about the smaller blond male. It did make him feel a bit silly not recognizing the woman in front of him, now that he got a good look at her. She was in many magazines for her talent on the ice, a leader among the women. It was surprising to see her here, perhaps she didn’t practice during the off season?
“Right, sorry. I didn’t notice who you were until now.” After apologizing, he sat next to her with a soft sigh. He was hustling about all morning, a small break couldn’t hurt.
“I didn’t interrupt anything with that reporter, did I?” Chocolate browns turned over to look at the female, hoping he wasn’t really being too much of a nuisance. He could only imagine hearing Yuri’s voice shouting because he had met the woman, and would probably (most definitely) talk about him. The thought drew up the corners of his lips in a faint smile. “Though it’s a pleasure to meet you. What is it that he calls you....annoying grandma? Does he always act like that, even with you guys?”
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If there was one thing Otabek wasn’t fond of at his new job, it was the painstakingly hot lights that beamed down on him during his sets on stage. With a combination of the body heat in the air, he would always find his lungs tightening with every breath he took, and beads of sweat slipping down the back of his neck. If anything, his job was a good workout. From an outside perspective, one would think he looked to be in pain, if it weren’t for the music that swam through his nerves and set his mind at peace. It made this job worth it all and so much more.
Otabek hadn’t been working at Club Rapture for too long. The owner seemed pleased enough to Otabek’s demo that he had been bumped up past the other DJ’s and given the prime spots of weekend nights. Where the most people would be there, expecting the best music. Though he was certain he made some enemies doing that, he admittedly felt prideful about it. Here one week and already doing quite well for himself...all because of his natural talent.
Teeming with young college kids, both actually old enough to legally drink and classy fake ID holders alike, Friday nights were always slammed pack. It was a popular dance club, after all. Everyone employed was working themselves to the bone. Drinks to make, music to play, messes to clean, orders to take; it was one lively place to work at. Otabek found himself not minding at all, actually. As introverted as he was, it was nice to see everyone bustling about, enjoying themselves...and listening to his music. No matter how busy he’d get.
If there was one thing Otabek was fond of, it was that he always slept beautifully when he got home in the morning.
With his set done for the next hour, he placed his headphones on the little hook made specifically for them. Everything had it’s place on his set up. When a DJ wasn’t playing a set, music from well known artists played on the speakers to keep everyone pleased and moving. It was his designated break time, and Otabek was going to spend it at the bar. Not to drink or really chat that much, but to cool down and hydrate. Maybe get some food in his stomach too.
With the weight of his body pressing down on a nearby bar stool, a bit away from the excited socialites, he gave a soft wave to a bartender behind the counter. A heavy relaxing sigh passed his lips before the other came up to him, ready to take his order. He should really start to learn the names of those he works with...
“Hi. Water, please.”
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Ah, it was good to get a break between his classes. Normally he’d spend it in the library doing the homework that didn’t require his sound boards and editing laptop; however, today he found himself outside, enjoying the crisp air and watching the hustle of the other students as they went to and from classes.
Otabek found himself on a bench under a large tree, one of his class books in hand. Large brown eyes scanned over the words, enjoying the story that was unfolding in it’s pages. Though a serious student, he always took one extra elective class a semester. Sometimes he’d use it as inspiration for his work and sometimes he simply took it because it sounded fun. This semester it was a literature class. Fantasy. It was secretly one of his favorite genres, he always found enjoyment in escaping to worlds that weren’t his own.
And so, he lost himself for the next half of an hour, turning page over page. He hadn’t really noticed that someone had sat next to him and even managed to get up and leave. His mind was elsewhere...at least until his watch chimed that it was time to get going to his next class.
When he looked up, his eyes trailed down to the bench and... saw a book....that’d been left behind? Curiosity led him to pick up the book and open it, discovering a name on the inside cover. Morgan?
Well...if he hurried up, maybe he could both find the owner and get to class. If not, well, it wouldn’t kill him to skip one class a semester, right? And so the next few minutes were spent going to each student, simply asking if the book belonged to them. If it wasn’t, he’d move on.
Many times he was denied...and he had started to give in quite honestly. It wasn’t worth spending the entirety of his afternoon over it. So his path changed course to the library. Just giving it to the lost and found seemed to be the better option anyways. He did decide to ask the people he came across on his way over there, but wasn’t going out of his way any further than that now. When he got to the library, he asked the last person as the door before stepping inside and conceding that his mission was a failure.
“Excuse me, is your name Morgan?”
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Hammerhead auto...this place had been recommended to him by a classmate just a few days ago. Otabek’s motorcycle had been making some...rather concerning noises the past few days and he couldn’t figure out why. Normally he was pretty good at the upkeep of it, learning most of what he needed to know on his own while growing up. However, for the bigger things, he always took it in to have it looked at. This bike was precious to him, earning it by his own hard work that took a few years. It was a good, dependable bike.
That noise however, wasn’t something he could put off for long. That’s all he needed was to get stranded on his way to work or school. So he took the short drive over from his apartment that morning on his off day and parked it outside the building. Stepping into the door, he looked around a bit until someone came up to speak to him. Hopefully it wasn’t going to be anything too serious, he wasn’t really flowing in money at the moment.
“I’m...looking for someone who is good with bikes to take a look at mine. It’s been making a rattling noise the past few days.”
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He had simply been walking down the road minding his own business when he heard a voice. The voice itself wasn’t familiar, it was the accent that caught his attention. She wasn’t from around here originally, but he had an idea of where she came from. It was similar to a new friend he had recently made. Russian...Just like him.
Though he wasn’t really one to start conversations, he couldn’t help but allow his curiosity to get the best of him. Hoping that he wasn’t interrupting whatever she was doing, he approached her with an inquisitive tone in his voice.
“Excuse me. Do you know Yurio Plisetsky? He lives around here and you both...share the same accent.” Was she also a skater? Maybe should could learn more about his life by meeting the people in it. Or maybe they didn’t know each other at all and he was going to look like an idiot. Hopefully not that.
//Apologies for taking my sweet time on my starters. Probably not the best way to get started but this weekend was pretty dang busy. I’m a dog groomer and lemme tell ya, it zaps the energy outta me when I have a lot of dogs to do in a day. Plus, I had to do another groomer’s dogs because she was ill. I’ll be getting started on them tonight/tomorrow! I’m down to plot things too so toss a message my way if you’re interested! Thanks friendos!
//AYYYYEE It’s Otabutt mun here! Had a super busy day at work so I was mega tired (lazy) and couldn’t get started on here but it’s nice to meet you all. Can’t wait to get the RP train rollin’ Go ahead and like this if you want to start up something random and causal. I’ll cap at 3! Or you can drop into the inbox and we can hash out an RP!
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