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prayforprey in stop_panicking

CLOSED ⤧ my love my love oh he falls to pieces his heart's diseased and he knows he knows oh

Dec 29, 2010 10:23

Who: prayforprey & nicotine_patch
What: SHIT WENT DOWWWN okay I don't actually know what's gonna happen;;;;
When: After this.
Where: Genkaku's run down houselike thing in the slums
Warnings: To be updated!

( i wish i had more of me to give you to make this easy now but i am full of greed -- it's curious and twisted just to throw yourself away )

genkaku, badou nails

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nicotine_patch December 30 2010, 10:33:12 UTC

[getting to the shack is something that, for the uninformed, would be an enormously difficult task even if the keepers of it's location drew up express directions, an accurate map, and stapled a Universal Positioning Satellite to the seeker's dick]

[as it is, the path to the shack isn't only twisting and winding, backtracking and unassuming, but also organic. the ship's corridors never changed, but what populated them (the human and alien fungi leaning against walls and the sentient trash lurking in shadows) dictated the seeker's journey far more than left-right-right-straight-on-'till-shack ( ... )

nicotine_patch December 30 2010, 10:43:49 UTC

[the Undergrounder doesn't announce his presence; he's never needed to]

[boots and coat are kept on, hands resting on low-slung holsters, the disaster zone of their space unheeded]

[he's not sure what to expect as he turns into the bedroom, remembers (always) the last time they'd really snapped at eachother's wounds in this barren room]

[this time, though, a bonfire (for a roasted bird) would be more than acceptable]

[the redhead doesn't hesitate in approaching, the sweated-out pile of Genkaku greeted with a cold stare]

What'cha playin'?

prayforprey December 30 2010, 11:42:43 UTC

[ the door to the bedroom had been left open -- a rarity -- like all them fresh pains, as if to swap out air. it's not the keycard beeping the man's arrival he notices first, but the sound of his boots crunching on glass and debris on the floor (breaking down all those slivers, making them smaller so maybe the monk could actually ingest them) ]

[ he knows that tone well enough; he doesn't need to look at the hard, green eye further nailing him to the wall ... and he definitely doesn't want to. ]

Nothin'.

[ which certainly is (as it always is) the truth: hands are lingering low on the fretboard, fingers close together and bent as if he were trying to make a tribute to a spider crawling in its web, bending silverly strings with minimal sound ]

[ -- did He fuck it all up? the shard of glass buried in the toe of Badou's boots certainly doesn't have any answers. ]

...I'm sorry. I thought I was -- fixed, better'n this. Right ready to let go, t'be filled.

[ he knows better than anyone he's all broke again (but he's not talking about ( ... )

nicotine_patch December 30 2010, 20:22:48 UTC

[Badou ignores the apology, and it's a good thing Genkaku keeps his gaze down, because the look from the Undergrounder could probably give frost bite]

[there is no sputtering glow of a cigarette to offset it - he's not smoking, but he hasn't forgotten to light up]

[on the long trek over, he's had time to steel his resolve, to go over the tentative facts, to turn over the Wise Buzzard's words and poke as many (unfillable) holes into them as he can]

I didn't. You ain't too good at fendin' off frenzy.

You still think it's him?

prayforprey December 31 2010, 05:03:51 UTC

[ the uncocked knee pulls up then, too, and the body of the V spans across his lap almost uncomfortably, hooked into the curve beneath ribs (her heavysteel face protects his belly, all the softness blocked from Badou's hard words) ]

[ with his chin slumped into a palm, the tiredness wanes to a despondence and his expression looks just a step below bored ]

Quit. You're just bein' hopeful.