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Welcome. We're not quite sure where we are, either, and -- we can't decide on who we are. We all claim to be some version of the same guy. (I know the rest of them are lying.)
Or, a blog for all my au characters!
"Loving them more than they love me" would never happen to me because I'm nonchalant and do not care about anyone
> 20##, Open Chain Of "Burdock Casino"
* Vendetta leans back next to the entrance of that damned casino, arms crossed. Their voice is barely a whisper to their partner in crime. *
You ready to blow this place open?
* Their now-brown, disguised hair hits their mouth. They cough it up for a moment.*
Ew, fuck, hair dye tastes bad.
@spiral-sweets
Hell yeah I am.
He lets xyr partner walk past him, into the muffled music and chatter, into the smell of alcohol. It'd never liked casinos, the insidious institutions, the way they drive people to desperation -- he'd seen it happen one too many times. Xe would be glad to see this one be blown into oblivion.
Run me over what we got in recon, again?
Voice down, Lot, you always forget I can't fake sound too.
* They pointedly raise their eyebrows at the confused look on their partner's face hearing the fake name. *
Idiot. Right, I still have the key I stole from when I was last here, you distract the guy at the bar while I can sneak into the staff area behind him, they won't alert security even if they see me because I look just like that one Maya Dolon who went "missing" a week ago.
* They glance around to make sure nobody's picked up on them yet. *
Then around the open plan, try and avoid games, we don't have the cash for that — and we're absolutely wasted, remember. Accidentally trip the fire alarm, set it off, let it all wash ablaze.
Right.
The building seems to swallow him whole, suddenly in a bubble of unadulterated noise and flashing lights as he walks into the casino. Straight away, it beelines for the bar -- not wanting to waste time.
Hi-!
Xe makes sure to smile, twirl its hair, lean on the counter.
How are you?
Trying xyr best to add a playful lilt to his voice, he giggles when the bartender nods in return.
One Margherita please, sir.
Slurring his words, shooting the guy a clumsy wink. And-- just for a moment -- he sees a fragment of himself in the bartender. Tired; just doing his job. Axel doesn't falter. He doesn't. He leans in close, ignoring the barrier of the bar, drops the act for just a second.
Leave. Get out of here. You have a few minutes, maybe not even that.
He looks a little put off, as anyone would, but the guy has clearly worked at places like this (scum of the earth institutions, where vultures come to prey) long enough to know what's good for him. Axel lets himself fall back into swaying and giggling once again, looking around before quickly hopping the counter and following the bartender to the back exit.
Joe -- if what's on his name tag is to be trusted -- doesn't see xem. It simply catches the handle just before the door closes, lifts the plastic cover of the fire alarm and smashes the button. With a click, the door closes behind him.
Who are you? What-- what the fuck?
Axel realises, very quickly, that he'd made a mess of the whole ordeal. Now, xe was standing behind the casino with some bartender he'd never met before who -- by pure luck of Axel's newly decided upon philanthropy -- had been spared. Where to now?
* Vendetta (or, Maya, as they were right now) is halfway across the floor when they lose sight of Axel. There goes the whole "sneak into the back" thing, fuck are they both gonna do if they get distracted and its illusion slips? They're near to the bar, heart pounding to the beat of the music, as the alarm blares. *
What the fuck?!
* Now comes the very easy "impossible" question: did Axel fuck up for the umpteenth time or is there an actual fire the day they were planning to fake one? *
Oh sweet lord, I haven't checked the fucking— right, public space.
* Another ring of the alarm, sharp, painful, digging into her skull. Their partner's illusion is probably bound to slip at this point, because this is unexpected — they were meant to be running for it when this bitch came, and now they don't even know if the bombs are primed. *
Please, ma'am, get out.
Who are—?
Maya?
* Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. They put on the best city girl's accent they can and fix their posture to most represent the girl currently dead in the new Burdock CEO's basement. *
That's me, yes.
Alright, I— you didn't tell me when you— whatever, let's get out first. Then, catch up?
If I have the time. Got a train to catch home soon anyways.
I can walk you there, if you want.
* Oh fuck. *
Well. Slowly, Axel turns his head towards Joe.
Hah- not an ideal situation, really.
What?
Look, this place is about to blow up. [it mimes an explosion with xyr hands] So, uh-
Oh my god.
Yeah, well-
Eyes darting left and right, he grabs Joe's wrist, then takes off running.
Joe has some sort of sense in him, stumbles along behind Ax, feet periodically catching on loose paving stones.
Where are you taking me?
Away.
No, no thank you, I'm good, actually—
I insist.
Really, I can accompany myself.
* The outside is cold, and harsh, and windy, loud as the siren echoes from inside, lost hustling between drunken bodies and employees ushering out stragglers. And yet, this man, titled 'Lennon' by his name tag, keeps hold of her. *
You've been missing, dear, I just want to talk—
* To him, Maya is lost to the crowd, and Vendetta exhales in a different body, still not theirs, but just hidden. *
> Just Over Three Years Ago
* Gumi is eighteen and her shift manager walks right in front of her, guiding her around. *
Now, you might be transferred to another station of Burdock at some point. If this happens, no need to worry, the same regulations apply at each place. And, of course, the layout is exactly the same, too.
Right.
Oh— be careful where you step coming into here, the boss's office is just below. He insists on being underground, no idea why. Floorboards are loose though, so watch yourself.
* He steps cartoonishly over the carpeted floor. Gumi, for a moment, thinks she hears yelling below. It must be nothing. (It was everything. She should've ran when she could.) *
> Present Day
* Vendetta pulls the trigger on the detonator upon seeing a blurry Axel escape in the corner of their vision, his illusion lost to the siren, their own intact. That's what plays in their head as they braces themself. 'The layout is exactly the same.' *
* They don't all go off. Of course they wouldn't, they never got the chance to check it. The only few that do, though... *
* Even though they've only been in that building once before— *
Oh no. Oh God, oh fuck, not this, please.
* They clutch the gold earrings in their pocket, tight, the only thing left of her anymore. It didn't explode all the way, they failed, they can rebuild again, and all Vendetta did was just... help them, probably. *
* One less murder to worry about is probably helping them, right? One less body to hide. She's gone. Forever. *
What the fuck have I done?
Axel pulls both of them into an alleyway, hand on Joe's chest slamming him into the wall, his own back taking similar damage. Jerking xyr head back, it motions for both of them to stay flat against the red brick. Heavy breathing is the only audible sound in the alley for a while. Eventually,
I heard an explosion.
Great! Venn will've done their stuff then, I need to meet them now-
Xe peeks his head around the corner, moving as if it is going to leave.
Where are you going?
Exactly where I said I would.
Looking back, xe tilts xyr head at the guy opposite. His eyes look wider and slightly more lost than what really fits his face.
You can come with.
No-- what? I just want to go back to-- well. I'll settle for going home.
Ax looks him in the eyes again.
No you won't. You're coming with me. Aight?
...Okay.
Before he can be asked to explain, Ax has a foot on the drainpipe and a hand on a windowsill, gesturing for Joe to follow. He looks up at Axel, incredulous.
I'll die!
Not on my watch.
There's- something about him. It unsettles me. The other Scotts -- we all claim to be Scott, I've given up arguing -- they're all different, somehow. Him? Kae is just too similar to me.
Flinches at loud noises, almost comically in sync with me, where Floren enjoys the cacophony and clatter; its eyes dart in the same way; xe only wears green, a greyish washed out shade, like me; and--
The necklace. From Rhys.
Except, he's different too. Like me, but mutilated. Flesh falling off xyr bones, greyish thick blood -- blood? -- running from the cuts. Some sort of rabid look to kaem eyes. A mirror dimension, almost. I can't bear to be around him.
> 20##, Open Chain Of "Burdock Casino"
* Vendetta leans back next to the entrance of that damned casino, arms crossed. Their voice is barely a whisper to their partner in crime. *
You ready to blow this place open?
* Their now-brown, disguised hair hits their mouth. They cough it up for a moment.*
Ew, fuck, hair dye tastes bad.
@spiral-sweets
Hell yeah I am.
He lets xyr partner walk past him, into the muffled music and chatter, into the smell of alcohol. It'd never liked casinos, the insidious institutions, the way they drive people to desperation -- he'd seen it happen one too many times. Xe would be glad to see this one be blown into oblivion.
Run me over what we got in recon, again?
Voice down, Lot, you always forget I can't fake sound too.
* They pointedly raise their eyebrows at the confused look on their partner's face hearing the fake name. *
Idiot. Right, I still have the key I stole from when I was last here, you distract the guy at the bar while I can sneak into the staff area behind him, they won't alert security even if they see me because I look just like that one Maya Dolon who went "missing" a week ago.
* They glance around to make sure nobody's picked up on them yet. *
Then around the open plan, try and avoid games, we don't have the cash for that — and we're absolutely wasted, remember. Accidentally trip the fire alarm, set it off, let it all wash ablaze.
Right.
The building seems to swallow him whole, suddenly in a bubble of unadulterated noise and flashing lights as he walks into the casino. Straight away, it beelines for the bar -- not wanting to waste time.
Hi-!
Xe makes sure to smile, twirl its hair, lean on the counter.
How are you?
Trying xyr best to add a playful lilt to his voice, he giggles when the bartender nods in return.
One Margherita please, sir.
Slurring his words, shooting the guy a clumsy wink. And-- just for a moment -- he sees a fragment of himself in the bartender. Tired; just doing his job. Axel doesn't falter. He doesn't. He leans in close, ignoring the barrier of the bar, drops the act for just a second.
Leave. Get out of here. You have a few minutes, maybe not even that.
He looks a little put off, as anyone would, but the guy has clearly worked at places like this (scum of the earth institutions, where vultures come to prey) long enough to know what's good for him. Axel lets himself fall back into swaying and giggling once again, looking around before quickly hopping the counter and following the bartender to the back exit.
Joe -- if what's on his name tag is to be trusted -- doesn't see xem. It simply catches the handle just before the door closes, lifts the plastic cover of the fire alarm and smashes the button. With a click, the door closes behind him.
Who are you? What-- what the fuck?
Axel realises, very quickly, that he'd made a mess of the whole ordeal. Now, xe was standing behind the casino with some bartender he'd never met before who -- by pure luck of Axel's newly decided upon philanthropy -- had been spared. Where to now?
* Vendetta (or, Maya, as they were right now) is halfway across the floor when they lose sight of Axel. There goes the whole "sneak into the back" thing, fuck are they both gonna do if they get distracted and its illusion slips? They're near to the bar, heart pounding to the beat of the music, as the alarm blares. *
What the fuck?!
* Now comes the very easy "impossible" question: did Axel fuck up for the umpteenth time or is there an actual fire the day they were planning to fake one? *
Oh sweet lord, I haven't checked the fucking— right, public space.
* Another ring of the alarm, sharp, painful, digging into her skull. Their partner's illusion is probably bound to slip at this point, because this is unexpected — they were meant to be running for it when this bitch came, and now they don't even know if the bombs are primed. *
Please, ma'am, get out.
Who are—?
Maya?
* Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. They put on the best city girl's accent they can and fix their posture to most represent the girl currently dead in the new Burdock CEO's basement. *
That's me, yes.
Alright, I— you didn't tell me when you— whatever, let's get out first. Then, catch up?
If I have the time. Got a train to catch home soon anyways.
I can walk you there, if you want.
* Oh fuck. *
Well. Slowly, Axel turns his head towards Joe.
Hah- not an ideal situation, really.
What?
Look, this place is about to blow up. [it mimes an explosion with xyr hands] So, uh-
Oh my god.
Yeah, well-
Eyes darting left and right, he grabs Joe's wrist, then takes off running.
Joe has some sort of sense in him, stumbles along behind Ax, feet periodically catching on loose paving stones.
Where are you taking me?
Away.
> 20##, Open Chain Of "Burdock Casino"
* Vendetta leans back next to the entrance of that damned casino, arms crossed. Their voice is barely a whisper to their partner in crime. *
You ready to blow this place open?
* Their now-brown, disguised hair hits their mouth. They cough it up for a moment.*
Ew, fuck, hair dye tastes bad.
@spiral-sweets
Hell yeah I am.
He lets xyr partner walk past him, into the muffled music and chatter, into the smell of alcohol. It'd never liked casinos, the insidious institutions, the way they drive people to desperation -- he'd seen it happen one too many times. Xe would be glad to see this one be blown into oblivion.
Run me over what we got in recon, again?
Voice down, Lot, you always forget I can't fake sound too.
* They pointedly raise their eyebrows at the confused look on their partner's face hearing the fake name. *
Idiot. Right, I still have the key I stole from when I was last here, you distract the guy at the bar while I can sneak into the staff area behind him, they won't alert security even if they see me because I look just like that one Maya Dolon who went "missing" a week ago.
* They glance around to make sure nobody's picked up on them yet. *
Then around the open plan, try and avoid games, we don't have the cash for that — and we're absolutely wasted, remember. Accidentally trip the fire alarm, set it off, let it all wash ablaze.
Right.
The building seems to swallow him whole, suddenly in a bubble of unadulterated noise and flashing lights as he walks into the casino. Straight away, it beelines for the bar -- not wanting to waste time.
Hi-!
Xe makes sure to smile, twirl its hair, lean on the counter.
How are you?
Trying xyr best to add a playful lilt to his voice, he giggles when the bartender nods in return.
One Margherita please, sir.
Slurring his words, shooting the guy a clumsy wink. And-- just for a moment -- he sees a fragment of himself in the bartender. Tired; just doing his job. Axel doesn't falter. He doesn't. He leans in close, ignoring the barrier of the bar, drops the act for just a second.
Leave. Get out of here. You have a few minutes, maybe not even that.
He looks a little put off, as anyone would, but the guy has clearly worked at places like this (scum of the earth institutions, where vultures come to prey) long enough to know what's good for him. Axel lets himself fall back into swaying and giggling once again, looking around before quickly hopping the counter and following the bartender to the back exit.
Joe -- if what's on his name tag is to be trusted -- doesn't see xem. It simply catches the handle just before the door closes, lifts the plastic cover of the fire alarm and smashes the button. With a click, the door closes behind him.
Who are you? What-- what the fuck?
Axel realises, very quickly, that he'd made a mess of the whole ordeal. Now, xe was standing behind the casino with some bartender he'd never met before who -- by pure luck of Axel's newly decided upon philanthropy -- had been spared. Where to now?
> 20##, Open Chain Of "Burdock Casino"
* Vendetta leans back next to the entrance of that damned casino, arms crossed. Their voice is barely a whisper to their partner in crime. *
You ready to blow this place open?
* Their now-brown, disguised hair hits their mouth. They cough it up for a moment.*
Ew, fuck, hair dye tastes bad.
@spiral-sweets
Hell yeah I am.
He lets xyr partner walk past him, into the muffled music and chatter, into the smell of alcohol. It'd never liked casinos, the insidious institutions, the way they drive people to desperation -- he'd seen it happen one too many times. Xe would be glad to see this one be blown into oblivion.
Run me over what we got in recon, again?
There are a million ways to cope. She picks the worst ways.
Behind a tree next to the community garden where the wedding is taking place, she quietly listens. The vows are exchanged, only reminding her of the love she lost.
Something breaks apart within her chest, and the tears start flowing out. Not another word more, she won’t be able to stand it.
She runs, hoodie over her head, blind and directionless. As long as they won’t see.
She bumps into someone.
I’M SORRY, I- *hic*
@littlelydiverse
(let’s finish that sitcom meeting rp back in august :laughj:)
He looks down, spots the tears covering her face.
Your first time, huh?
They nod his head in the direction of the ceremony, a brief look of regret passing over his face, wiped away and replaced with neutrality before it could be studied.
The setting sun burns bright behind the wedding as it sets, and twilight hangs heavy over the whole scene. They steal a glance back, just long enough to distinguish two figures.
Mine too.
It's cold here.
I don't really know what to do anymore, I've exhausted all options for entertainment -- I cannot bear to ponder anymore. I do not want to talk to the others. I have started mimicking the finger placements of holding a clarinet; just moving through my favourite songs, as if I were practicing (it's cruel that he didn't let me take it with me.) I don't think I could ever forgive myself if I got home and had forgotten how to play.