#naoki-tow

[ricorper-tow-blog]

naoki-tow liked your post:hello from the middle of nowhere, the mountains,...

/squishes u belatedly. Ilu. How you doing. Aaaaa.

[beck-tow]

naoki-tow replied to your post:naoki-tow replied to your post:Okay but which one...

of course i love you. now what’s the number for pest control?

/bites u.

[beck-tow]

naoki-tow replied to your post:.

/wraps around. I would but I really need to sleep. but ilu and we will play things soon okay my dear. i am looking forward to it.

/hugs ur face close. it okay. yes. that would be a good.

[shane-tow]

“No,” Naoki agreed. “You didn't really seem the type to be parading around in front of crowds.” That smile was a welcomed sign, and he had to fight back the urge to push it farther. This was a dance of careful steps, and this partner, unlike so many, was wavering, uncertain that it belonged on the dance floor at all. He had to be careful. If he pushed ahead to fast, he'd scare him off. “Competitions? What is it that you do?" Always a welcomed sign that his prey didn't know how to say no.

“Not on a stage, in that sort of limelight.” Shane couldn’t help but laugh at that sentiment since thinking on it now--his job involved exactly that. A hand came up unconsciously to rub the back of his head as he thought up the proper way to respond. “Well, I--before I came here, I mean. I still am. I just took a break from it for a while, but I’m a surfer by profession.” In that way, he’d done his fair share of parading, but out of at sea and much farther from view. “It’s the one thing I know I can do.” 

[shane-tow]

The demon in him was fixated on Shane, and when those eyes finally met his, it was received with what was almost a purr of satisfaction. Naoki's expression barely changed though; he was long practised in this little game. “I really do think that I'm a lucky bastard.” His tone was still soft, smile beatific, but the hidden meaning to those words were Hell's creation. Absently, he turned the menu over in his hands. “I was surprised to learn of your participation. You don't really seem the type.”

Wide green blinked back in surprise, but Shane took no notice of the ill intent behind the words or the soft smile he was offered. The shifter felt flustered more by the surety behind the statement. There were expectations behind the comment, despite the reassurance seemingly interlaced in it. He neither had the confidence nor the wit to meet something as foreign as those. Still, he desperately wanted to try for once, despite all his doubtful thoughts. “It’s not really something I’d usually do. No.” Shane smiled once more, brighter this time around. “I mean...I do have a fan or two from competitions though, so the nice women running it were very determined. It didn’t seem right to turn them away.” He had always been bad at it anyway. 

[shane-tow]

“I told you that whoever won you would be a lucky bastard,” Naoki murmured, voice soft against the background ambiance of the restaurant. With mild interest he scanned the wines listed on the menu, his attention diverted in fleeting glances at Shane. After a minute, he gave up his attempt. The demon had its sights set on prey, and after the incident with Fern it was hungrier than ever. He gave an antique lopsided smile that belonged nowhere near a monster. “I hope you don't mind that it was me?”

Shane was meanwhile pulling at his collar nervously and glancing at everything but his date, taking in the atmosphere as it were. He wasn’t used to this and it really hadn’t occurred to him the semantics of it all. Blinking up at the demon bashfully, the shifter attempted a smile that seemed just slightly deflated. “Oh, no. Of course not.  I’m glad that you think so, I just...” Pausing, the surfer swallowed. ...hope it wasn’t just out of pity. 

“I’ve never really done this sort of thing before.”  That was certainly the truth and Shane was sure his inexperience was showing. 

[goose-tow]

No way out with Naoki and Newt

His fingernails were bloodied from trying to scratch a hole in the wall. Were the situation different, Newt could’ve easily fled via fire and brimstone, but the situation wasn’t different. It was what it was. Chicago’s bitter Winters had stunted his flame, and the power Naoki had over him had done much the same.

Naoki, of course, hadn’t been what he went by back then. It had been something much easier to fly under the radar. The 1920’s weren’t exactly a forgiving time for anyone who picked a name outside of Johnny or Sue. Newt himself went by Albert; Albert Pennyworth, for better or for worse, and Naoki—Newt didn’t even want to think about him, much less his name.

Plastering himself to the wall, Newt turned to stare his employer in the face—or what was left of it. Naoki’s vessel was wearing thin, his lips creased in an unforgiving and downright ugly little snarl—the mask was slipping. There was a monster underneath the rubbery remains of a once-proud gangster. Newt felt bile bubble up the back of his throat and had to force it down, his legs shaking.

"You’re impudent," Naoki remarked airily, as if commenting on the color of Newt’s hair or the manner in which he dressed. "You’re boring, you’re defiant, and you need to be taught a lesson. So I’m going to leave you down here," Naoki said, looking around the dingy, dimly-lit ice box of a warehouse basement’s storage containment, adjusting a sleeve cuff. "You haven’t done as I asked, and you deserve to be taught a lesson."

Newt’s bloodied fingers dripped crimson onto the dirt-packed floor. Naoki’s lip curled back a little more, revealing teeth that threatened to expose themselves as something other than human. Newt closed his eyes and thumped his head back slightly against the wall, wishing he was anywhere but here. He had so little energy left—Naoki had devoured it all. 

Or almost all, as Fates would have it. 

"When I say ‘kill’, you say, ‘how brutally’?" Naoki stepped forward and Newt braced himself, feeling fingers dig into his chin to jerk him around. Brown eyes remained tightly-cinched, the salamander refusing to look at his master. "And when I want something done, you do it quickly. You don’t dally around just because you happen to take a fancy to one of these…brainless, pathetic, spineless humans—!” His grip tightened on Newt’s face and Newt whimpered. “Look at me.”

It was the signal Newt had been waiting for, honestly.

His eyes flashed open; red with fire, and his bleeding hand slapped a symbol behind his back he’d etched on the wall and hidden with his body. The surprise on Naoki’s face as he was ripped from the fabric of time and space in the warehouse to somewhere else entirely—the harbor, if Newt was lucky—was delicious. Downright sinful.

Newt threw up on the warehouse floor and buckled to the ground. 

His energy spent, he in turn spent the majority of the next hour crawling out of the storage area and up the steps to freedom.

It was only the warmth of a brothel light glowing this late at night that kept Penderghast alive.

He slipped toward it like a moth down a drainpipe, and threw himself on the mercy of its flames.

They were more accepting than the fires of hell, at any rate.

[beck-tow]

naoki-tow replied to your post:-throws character up in the air.- do people wanna...

on second thought, i’m going to go for a walk to wake up some, but if you want to reply i’ll get to it when I get back.

okies -v-

sonia-tow replied to your post:-throws character up in the air.- do people wanna...

we can do things ye

-dumps children on u.-