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it's the terror of knowing what this world is about >> open
« on: January 05, 2019, 08:39:54 PM »
"speech" 'thought' text
tw: mentions alcohol, blood, profanity, themes of violence

The dark haired man had passed out a few hours ago laying over the bed, feet dangling off one side, arm off the other. His head was pounding, and everything seemed too bright, too loud, too... out there. He could guess what had happened, though there was a bit of confusion about last night that Mike felt he needed to clear up. Righting himself awkwardly, he looked around the room with squinted eyes.

His chair was broken, splintered into many pieces. There were pieces of glass strewn on the floor, mixed with dried, or drying blood and alcohol. It smelled, quite frankly, terrible. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to focus his mind on what he was doing, slowly, carefully walking towards where he knew water would be. With his eyes tight shut, his attention was drawn to a throbbing in his hand, and he opened his eyes far too quickly, looking at the poorly bandaged hand.

For not remembering much of anything from the last night though, he supposed he'd done a tolerable job at securing the wound that he was sure was on his hand. He fumbled around surface after surface, fingers finally gripping his canteen. He took a sip, then another. Shit, it felt like there was a stampede of elephants atop his head, his brain reverberating like the echo of a bell in a church tower.

An unsavory feeling came to him, and he lurched towards the door, throwing up right outside of the door. It was good that it was early, there didn't seem to be too many people around right now. Quickly retreating inside, he carefully changed his clothing, washed his face (finding out that he had a very painful black eye), and slipped out of the house, his canteen in his hand.

Now if only he could bum some coffee from someone he'd be grand. And by that, feel less shitty. The cold air was not all that terrible, it actually helped him feel better. Taking another sip of the water, he squinted against the light, wincing at the pain squinting gave his eyes. "Fuck." Was his lovely comment on that situation, and accurately depicted his attitude at the moment.

A few memories here and there were beginning to come back, including something to do with Russel, though the details were murky at best, he had the feeling he'd been less than civil to the boy, perhaps that was how he'd gotten his black eye. Or perhaps he'd gotten it by falling into the chair, and hitting his head on something. He wasn't entirely eager to find out.

God, he felt like shit. He hadn't drunk this much in a while, and yet, one of the things on his mind was alcohol. He rather wanted a drink after that awful night.
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Re: it's the terror of knowing what this world is about >> open
« Reply #1 on: January 05, 2019, 10:30:36 PM »
IF I COULD FEEL NOTHING
creed was never much of a drinker. she preferred being in control of her body rather than having the momentarily bliss alcohol gave you. drinking made you sloppy, you barely have a clue on what you're doing let alone what other people are doing. sure, maybe if the world wasn't as shitty as it were now, she would drink. that wasn't the case though. you couldn't trust people anymore and giving them the extra advantage over you because you were drunk seemed like a stupid decision to her.

the tall woman tugged on her jacket and pulled the beanie onto her head before she made her way out of 'her' house. her hands naturally found themselves in her pockets as she began wandering down the street. her eyebrows knit together when she saw the familiar figure enter from his house. creed stood still for a minute, analyzing the situation before the corner of her lips turned upwards into a small smirk.

"nice." she mentioned to mike as she began walking a few feet away from him. "can't handle your alcohol very well anymore, huh?" was she amused with seeing him have a hangover? yeah. it was probably all of the years of frustration and anger inside of her. sure, he helped her out, but she had an even longer list of reasons to be pissed off at him. "must be the old age starting to kick in, ford."

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Re: it's the terror of knowing what this world is about >> open
« Reply #2 on: January 05, 2019, 10:48:05 PM »
Drawn to the outside by the sounds of voices, Gabriel curiously peered around the corner at the two- Michael and... whoever that was. Apparently she knew the former, though. He pursed his lips and walked forward, tilting his head and looking at the messy and disheveled state of Ford. "You.. look like-" He stopped himself mid-sentence. Just because he was in the process of trying to "better" himself did not mean that he needed to cuss freely. That was one thing that he hadn't agreed on doing. ".. crap."

Was he... drunk? Or had he been drunk? Gabriel couldn't say he was an expert on alcohol. His father had drank but only rarely in excess ( and if he had hangovers then he did a good job at hiding the fact from his children ). He just knew that his dad tended to sleep and drink lots of water when he did have them. Michael, though? He didn't look so hot. "Are you okay?" Questioned the teenager, knitting his brows in concern. His facade was faltering, if only just for now. There was no need to be guarded and stubborn and "tough" in this situation. Maybe he could even help.
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Re: it's the terror of knowing what this world is about >> open
« Reply #3 on: January 05, 2019, 11:21:56 PM »
Cat wasn't the biggest fan of alcohol; they'd had it on a few occasions, but didn't like getting drunk, let alone properly tanked. Most of their drinking had been in the presence of members of Mourningstar, and they couldn't lose their head around those people. Things weren't all that different now in that sense - losing their head around these people sounded like a terrible idea.

Noticing a small crowd gathering with a rather fugged up looking Mike at the center, they walked over. Their eyes were narrowed, and their hands were tucked into their pockets. "Been hitting the liqueur a little too hard, huh?" Their gaze fixated on his eye. "What's with that?"

Spoiler: IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 01/03/19 • show
GENERAL   welcome to the end of eras, ice has melted back to life
⇥ Given name is Scott Mathew Darrow ⇥ Goes only by Catalyst or Cat
⇥ Assigned male at birth ⇥ Agender ⇥ They/Them pronouns only
Twenty-one ⇥ Born 11/27/17 ⇥ Sagittarius ⇥ Real time aging
Top Dog (leader) of the Badlands ⇥ Ex prisoner of the Badlands
⇥ Ex cultist (Mourningstar) ⇥ Ex member of the Young Rogues

RECENT EVENTS   done my time and served my sentence
⇥ 01/02/39 ⇥ Helped fight off Sheogorath's captors
⇥ 12/31/38 ⇥ Discovered Sheogorath's journal
⇥ 12/30/38 ⇥ Held their first meeting, which can't be summarized briefly
⇥ 12/29/38 ⇥ Confronted Jeremy, their old captor
⇥ 12/27/38 ⇥ Took over as leader of the Badlands

APPEARANCE   dress me up and watch me die
⇥ Catalyst is 6'2" tall; they possess a lean and muscular body, one that has a variety of old scars adorning it. They have two piercings, one in their tongue and the other in the cartilage of their left ear. They typically dress in dark colors (favoring jackets with some sort of writing on the back), and their hair is black. They're not all dark, however, as they have pale blue eyes that peer out from beneath medium-sized eyebrows.

PERSONALITY   if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine
⇥ Catalyst is ambitious, with the cunning and ruthlessness to reach their goals by any means necessary. They can be brutal when they feel it is needed, however when it's not they won't bother. They tend to be rather aloof and apathetic to most things and people, with some very rare exceptions. Provided those around them don't cross a few specific lines, they're content to leave them be, though they've been known to take an interest in some people, which seldom has a positive end for whoever their interest is in. They can be manipulative, and will often encourage people to make bad decisions. Those that stick by them will be rewarded, but those that do not will be cast out, as they've been outcast for their entire life and have learned to appreciate loyalty wherever they can find it. Even during the most stressful of situations, they usually keep a firm grip on their temper and keep their calm, though when they do snap and lose their temper, it is uncontrollable. They're remarkably observant, often able to deign much from subtle clues in what people say, how they say it and how they act.

RELATIONS   dynasty decapitated, you just might see a ghost tonight
⇥ Molly Darrow x Austin Darrow ⇥ No siblings
Pansexual/PanromanticSingle ⇥ No crushes or maybe crushes
⇥ Not looking but not not looking ⇥ Rarely forms romantic attachment
⇥ Holds most people at arms length and doesn't get close

INTERACTION   i'm taking back the c r o w n
Hard physicallyHard mentally ⇥ Doesn't let their guard down
⇥ Is most comfortable with close ranged-weapons ⇥ Dislikes guns
Brass knuckles ⇥ A variety of knives ⇥ Blunt objects like bats
⇥ Will kill/capture/maim in certain circumstances
⇥ Will leave things be in others ⇥ Will start & finish fights
⇥ No kill/capture/maim without permission
⇥ Peaceful powerplay allowed but they may react negatively
⇥ Dislikes almost any sort of touch unless they initiate or agree to it
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Re: it's the terror of knowing what this world is about >> open
« Reply #4 on: January 07, 2019, 02:23:17 PM »
YOU'VE ONLY GOT YOURSELF TO BLAME・゚*:・゚✧*:・゚
Russel had cleaned up after the previous night; the tear streaks on his cheeks scrubbed off and his nerves smoothed as much as possible, though the smell of alcohol and sweat still stained his nose and mind.

He didn't regret punching Micheal, though he certainly wasn't going to go and brag about it. It'd been a moment of weakness, to even let himself get in the situation where he felt it necessary to attack; he didn't want people to know about that. He didn't want people to think he was weak, of all things.

"Surprising you didn't drown in your own vomit, old man." Russel snapped, approaching the crowd with mild interest until he saw the person they surrounded. His movements grew tense, and he narrowed his eyes as he focused on Micheal; the others didn't really matter to him at the moment. He was surprised Micheal had come away with such a prominent bruise, but he did remember that he hadn't been holding back with his strike.
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I know your state of mind
You're not the quitting kind
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Re: it's the terror of knowing what this world is about >> open
« Reply #5 on: January 07, 2019, 03:49:25 PM »
"speech" 'thought' text
tw: mentions alcohol, blood, profanity, themes of violence

The sound of Creed's voice so near him almost shocked him. In his mind, the girl was still dead, so it was weird to have daily interactions with her. Not to mention he felt rather queasy, and all around just shitty. His brows furrowed, and he shoved his hands into his hoodie pockets, a scowl on his face. Furrowing his eyebrows, the man felt his fists curl into balls within his pockets, though he had no real reason to be angry, well at anyone but himself. He never lost control so spectacularly as he had last night.

Taking a deep breath in, and holding it for a few seconds, exhaling on the count of four, he felt better. There was something about taking a step back, breathing, and reassessing a situation that usually got him into a clearer headspace. Too bad he didn't remember that technique when drunk. Or maybe his drunk self didn't want to remember it. "Probably drank a bit too much." He admitted to the younger girl, a sheepish smile forming on his face. "Aye, that I am princess. You can practically see the gray hairs by now I'm sure." He added, attempting a joke, despite his more or less serious tone.

And then there was Gabe oh so worried, Michael fought the urge to be defensive, angry, and succeeded for the most part. He was no longer drunk, just stomach-turningly hungover. "Well, thanks for the compliment." He replied dryly. His eyes narrowed slightly at the next few words spoken by Gabe, a question, a question about his personal being. Mike didn't really answer those, and so he just shrugged his shoulders. "Fine." He added as convincingly as he could.

His body stiffened, and he straightened his shoulders as Catalyst showed up, surprising Mike with their appearance. Perhaps he had been too busy inwardly whining. As the boss spoke, Mike just remained silent, at least for a few moments before finally responding. "Boss." He dipped his head to the leader of the group, he was about to reply to Cat's question when Russel's presence was made known to him, the sting of the words keenly felt by the man, who was quite ashamed of his performance the night prior.

He clenched his jaw slightly, watching Russel, sure he could say that the boy had punched him, but that would reflect badly on Russel as well as himself. Finally he replied, "Think I must have hit it on the edge of a table boss." He wasn't much for lying, but also, he didn't feel like exposing the whole story. And he had fallen against a table, and crashed into a chair, and broken shit, and sliced his hand open. These were things he knew for certain because of his house's appearance.

He rubbed under his nose with a finger and sighed, keeping from rolling his eyes though he wanted to. He was about to make a lame excuse to leave when he felt the wet nose of his grey-blue canine companion, as the dog nuzzled the palm of his hand, The one that hadn't been sliced open. Looking down he smiled softly at the dog, and scratched the animal's ears thoughtfully.
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Re: it's the terror of knowing what this world is about >> open
« Reply #6 on: January 08, 2019, 07:33:30 PM »
YOU'VE ONLY GOT YOURSELF TO BLAME・゚*:・゚✧*:・゚
Russel waited, and watched, and most importantly he listened. He took in Micheal's excuses, gaze only growing more hateful by the word, though there was a hint of resignation visible to anybody who looked.

He thought he knew the reason Micheal had lied about last night; to save face, so that Gabe and Cat and "Princess" didn't know what sort of shit he got up to in his free time. Russel sucked in a breath, uncertain of how to continue; it was probably for the best if he left it in the past, and let it go. But he couldn't, he knew by the anger still boiling in his mind.

"That sounds pretty nasty, might wanna lay off the drink for a bit before you get more hurt." Russel suggested, the tone of voice making it sound more like a threat than a suggestion. Would he actually follow through with it? Hell no, but currently the words were spilling out of his mouth without much input from his brain.
Just drop it all because it turns out that you had bad luck
I know your state of mind
You're not the quitting kind
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Re: it's the terror of knowing what this world is about >> open
« Reply #7 on: January 09, 2019, 01:05:08 AM »
Something was off. It wasn't unusual to see Russel being aggressive, but this was... more than his usual venom. He was tense, his eyes were narrowed, and there was a bit of a suspicious pause before Michael explained what had happened. "... Right." They had a feeling there was more to the story, and that they'd almost certainly disapprove if they knew. Eugh, fugging hell. "Definitely ease up a bit. I like my men aware of their surroundings and able to stand without tipping over." Except when it was funny. Then they might get a pass.

Spoiler: IF YOU DONT KNOW NOW YOU KNOW && INFO && 01/03/19 • show
GENERAL   welcome to the end of eras, ice has melted back to life
⇥ Given name is Scott Mathew Darrow ⇥ Goes only by Catalyst or Cat
⇥ Assigned male at birth ⇥ Agender ⇥ They/Them pronouns only
Twenty-one ⇥ Born 11/27/17 ⇥ Sagittarius ⇥ Real time aging
Top Dog (leader) of the Badlands ⇥ Ex prisoner of the Badlands
⇥ Ex cultist (Mourningstar) ⇥ Ex member of the Young Rogues

RECENT EVENTS   done my time and served my sentence
⇥ 01/02/39 ⇥ Helped fight off Sheogorath's captors
⇥ 12/31/38 ⇥ Discovered Sheogorath's journal
⇥ 12/30/38 ⇥ Held their first meeting, which can't be summarized briefly
⇥ 12/29/38 ⇥ Confronted Jeremy, their old captor
⇥ 12/27/38 ⇥ Took over as leader of the Badlands

APPEARANCE   dress me up and watch me die
⇥ Catalyst is 6'2" tall; they possess a lean and muscular body, one that has a variety of old scars adorning it. They have two piercings, one in their tongue and the other in the cartilage of their left ear. They typically dress in dark colors (favoring jackets with some sort of writing on the back), and their hair is black. They're not all dark, however, as they have pale blue eyes that peer out from beneath medium-sized eyebrows.

PERSONALITY   if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine
⇥ Catalyst is ambitious, with the cunning and ruthlessness to reach their goals by any means necessary. They can be brutal when they feel it is needed, however when it's not they won't bother. They tend to be rather aloof and apathetic to most things and people, with some very rare exceptions. Provided those around them don't cross a few specific lines, they're content to leave them be, though they've been known to take an interest in some people, which seldom has a positive end for whoever their interest is in. They can be manipulative, and will often encourage people to make bad decisions. Those that stick by them will be rewarded, but those that do not will be cast out, as they've been outcast for their entire life and have learned to appreciate loyalty wherever they can find it. Even during the most stressful of situations, they usually keep a firm grip on their temper and keep their calm, though when they do snap and lose their temper, it is uncontrollable. They're remarkably observant, often able to deign much from subtle clues in what people say, how they say it and how they act.

RELATIONS   dynasty decapitated, you just might see a ghost tonight
⇥ Molly Darrow x Austin Darrow ⇥ No siblings
Pansexual/PanromanticSingle ⇥ No crushes or maybe crushes
⇥ Not looking but not not looking ⇥ Rarely forms romantic attachment
⇥ Holds most people at arms length and doesn't get close

INTERACTION   i'm taking back the c r o w n
Hard physicallyHard mentally ⇥ Doesn't let their guard down
⇥ Is most comfortable with close ranged-weapons ⇥ Dislikes guns
Brass knuckles ⇥ A variety of knives ⇥ Blunt objects like bats
⇥ Will kill/capture/maim in certain circumstances
⇥ Will leave things be in others ⇥ Will start & finish fights
⇥ No kill/capture/maim without permission
⇥ Peaceful powerplay allowed but they may react negatively
⇥ Dislikes almost any sort of touch unless they initiate or agree to it
But in all chaos, there is calculation Dropping glasses just to hear them break You've been drinking like the world was gonna end (IT DIDN'T)覧覧覧