#futuremyopia

[niratias]

@futuremyopia || handler!orange

There always comes a point when hunger wins out.

It's on day five of Gabe's latest tantrum, crated uncomfortably and entire body aching, when he finally caves and accepts food directly from Orange's hand through the bars, cheeks hot with embarrassment and anger.

In all of his time in this household, Orange has never threatened him with a feeding tube, so that's already one-up on the kennel he came from. That doesn't mean he hasn't balked at specific orders, though, and at the moment he's upset because he misses Clark and...that's it, actually. He fucking misses Clark.

So, fine- Orange wins.

He wants out of this goddamn crate. He wants to stand and stretch and limp off the stiffness, which he knows is going to be agony.

Which he KNOWS is Orange's way of keeping him on his knees. Which pisses him OFF...but he's hungry and sore and tired and he doesn't want to fight right now, so he lets out a very heavy huff and just nods when he's asked if he's going to be good.

Let me the fuck out.

[dividedbybinaries]

continued from this >. @futuremyopia .<

>."---Oh. He sounds like he could be a Tom of Finland enthusiast. Interesting."

There was really no personal investment in this mission besides favor for a favor -- but she'd be lying if she said she didn't enjoy the break from fucking things up for GrandTech and their associates once in a while. Believe it or not.

"Anyway, I think I'm ---"

C L I C K .

All the lights inside the control room flickered from her digital intrusion -- and shortly, all the lights gave out with a resounding pop. In the room with them, in the mansion-looking house inside the gates.

"...I'm in. Hacker voice. Whatever."

Looking quite pleased with herself, she pulled the wires off her devices -- slamming them together before promptly shoving all of them back in her duffel bag. Ready to get moving now that the electricity and security systems have been well taken care of.

"---- How do you want to go about this? I'm still not sure what we'll be doing once we're inside. Was kind of thinking of leaving that up to you."

[piperafterdark]

@futuremyopia

"Go. Go go gogogogo-."

She'd never been this rough with Orange before, her hands grabbing the material of his jacket to wheel him around and shove him away from the food cart they'd been loitering at.

Away from the cop who's nose she'd just busted open after he stepped up way too close and refused to take a hint.

The only thing they had going for them was the fact that the gonk in blue was too stunned to immediately react, after all, the NCPD weren't particularly known for being 'fair' or 'balanced'.

A corpse for an eye, or something like that.

And she barely had a chance to see the pure, unadulterated rage in his eyes before Piper was booking it.

[bckyclb]

@futuremyopia , picking don callis for this, purely for scientific purposes and fuckery.

skepticism radiates through hazel optics, gaze narrowing as the grip on her iwgp women's championship tightens. not that he would try anything, not that he could. however, it somehow manages to ground her, keep her from missing a step. this life is chess, not checkers. she'd learned that time and again, sometimes the hard way.

" — y'are not comin' around t' the man with any of that snake oil salesman shite, now are ya? " becky questions, almost a warning. a resounding slap to the brass plate of njpw strong women's championship, haunting reminder of who and what callis is dealing with. it's a gesture she's grown accustomed to. " . . . because the double champ doesn't have time f'r games, "

[drwlf]

cont. + @futuremyopia (Orange)

HE CAN STAND, WHICH IS A GOOD SIGN.

Conscious and coherent, which means the blood loss isn't critical yet. Still, the shoulder is leaking, and that needs to stop.

"Ibuprofen isn't going to do much for a bullet."

Not that I want to be a Debbie Downer. It'll help with the pain, sure, at least until the bullet is pulled out and stitched up. That's where I could step in, yes, but I don't have any gloves on me, and that's a problem because I won't touch that without them.

"Come with me. I can probably get that fixed."

I don't expect him to follow me right away, but I'm already moving, gesturing for him to follow.

"You're the third one of your people I've patched up, by the way."

In case that helps.

[powertobite]

@futuremyopia & continued from here

She looked like she was in over her head, eyes wide at the sights she saw. It was more the blatancy of some of the other handlers. "So it's that obvious?" she asked. What was a dog show if not the evaluation of breeding stock, who could pass on the traits that were desired. A client had sent her here, she had no need for an intact male, or female for that matter, but that's what they wanted, and they hired her to pick the best stud she could find. She had argued that this probably wasn't the consulting she should be a part of, but she'd trained their bitch, and now a stud should be selected for her.

"It doesn't feel like the most ethical thing in the world, but I suppose now is not the time for me to gain a set of morals." She did have a bipolar mad dog in her own home, who had been debarked, as well as shock implants surgically implanted to stop him from raging and killing, something she wasn't proud to admit she used.

Before that, she had one who was obsessed with her and simply went along with whatever she asked. He made her look good, smoothed the rough edges to make her a successful trainer. She was handling the new one okay but he was not the same.

"You think he resource guards?" Her attention turned to Clark's kennel, peering in slightly as if she could see something that was worth protecting to him. For someone who felt a little guilty for what she did for work and the world she was a part of, she had no problem talking about a dog like they weren't there. "Maybe…." she said at Orange's comment, or maybe she'd just frustrate Clark because she was not in a fertile period and she was not for him in that way. She had heard about males who just became mindless breeding machines. "Has he bred yet?" Had she shown the clients Clark?

[niratias]

@futuremyopia || Orange

"You need to lose my number." Shane was lured here with the promise of fruity cocktails and daydrinking on the patio of a gay bar, both of which they are doing in abundance. "I can't keep spending time with you. You're ruining my chances."

There is literally nobody else single here for him to flirt with, but that isn't stopping him from pretending it matters anyway.

[niratias]

you're my favorite bad idea. - orange to mox

The thrum of music from the amphitheater across the river, hum of traffic noise, buzz of a dying neon sign behind them...this particular spot is where Mo.x tends to come when the world is too much and too loud but he still wants to be part of it. It may not be the rooftop where their life together began, but there's symmetry all the same.

Mo.x fishes his cigarette free of his lips, pinching it between two fingers and squinting at the cherry like the response he needs is hidden in its glow somehow.

"I thought your favorite bad idea was joining a fucking gang. I guess I got it twisted."

A joke. His fallback. If he doesn't know how to connect emotionally, that's his angle. It means he's vulnerable. Means it's real.

all-out party