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Genos ([personal profile] wounds) wrote in [community profile] interstellar55552015-12-06 09:22 am

I know, won't forget

Who: Genos and YOU
What: Dealing with Cyborg eyes!
When: December 6, all day
Where: MANTICORE's penthouse, Pride HQ, various bars
Warnings: Foul language?

>MANTICORE penthouse, 8 am

[Genos has always woken up early. He's not sure why exactly he does, but changing a sleep schedule is a tricky business.

So he wakes up, pads his way over to a bathroom and catches his reflection in the mirror. His eyes are completely different, gold irises instead of blue, and completely black sclera.

Are they glowing?]


WHAT THE FUCK?! 

>Pride HQ, 4 PM

[Eventually he calms down. Eventually he just doesn't want to be in their penthouse. So he grabs a pair of sunglasses and pushes them on.

Except they don't exactly block out the glow of his eyes.

He grits his teeth and just shoves past whoever's in the way of him and getting out of the building.]


Sorry.

[He sounds more distracted and distressed than sorry.] 

>Various bars, throughout the night

[He makes it out onto the streets and he starts hitting up bars. Alcohol does nothing for him, but being out of HQ is comforting.

Except he keeps getting pictures taken, and on any other day he'd be willing to pose for them. But today has been stressful and all he wants is some time alone, which is why he keeps hopping from bar to bar.

And it's dark enough now that the sunglasses look stupid, but if he takes them off he'll have to explain the bright glow of them- which is only barely masked by the glasses in the first place.]
iitrebel: (askthestargazers) (I feel like the Devil slapped me in)

Bar time

[personal profile] iitrebel 2015-12-08 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[Artolo is trying to drown his own issues in alcohol too, although they're not nearly as pressing as Genos'. As CoT's percussionist, he doesn't really get as much bothering as some of his bandmates do. So he's generally ignored when he goes out like this.]

[This allows him a nice view of something, and he slides up to the blond's side at the bar.]


Hey. Knock knock.

[...Is he really opening like this, jfc]
iitrebel: (askthestargazers) (Good night I hope you dream about)

[personal profile] iitrebel 2015-12-13 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
Shut up and answer the joke, dumbass.
iitrebel: (askthestargazers) (I enjoy it and I rock at it.)

[personal profile] iitrebel 2015-12-13 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
It's a surprise.

[And, jackass that he is, Artolo sticks his pierced tongue out and wiggles it.]
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[personal profile] iitrebel 2015-12-13 09:26 am (UTC)(link)
A bunch of paparazzi leering at you from the corner.

[...This is probably not the pick up line Genos wanted. At all.]

[But true enough, if he decides to look around, there are some suspicious looking jackasses who keep glancing at him from one corner of the bar.]
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[personal profile] iitrebel 2015-12-18 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
[Hooked in by bored curiosity, he starts to get up as well.]

Problem all night or all week?
iitrebel: (askthestargazers) (I feel like the Devil slapped me in)

[personal profile] iitrebel 2015-12-20 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
Become a percussionist. No one ever gives a fuck about the guy banging shit in the background.

[Which is a pity, but what the goddamn ever.]
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[personal profile] iitrebel 2015-12-24 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
Oh wow!

[Cackling, Artolo smacks him across the arm.]

You're eternally fucked! I'm going to drink for your inevitable death by paparazzi at whatever bar we end up in. [Because he's decided he's tagging along for the night now.]
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[personal profile] iitrebel 2015-12-30 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
[DEFINITELY bonding. Or something. Artolo seems like he's having a good time, at any rate.]

You know what would lose them, right?
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[personal profile] iitrebel 2015-12-31 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
I was thinking "motorcycle theft".

[Artolo, no]
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[personal profile] iitrebel 2015-12-31 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Do you mean that in a general "is it possible" way, or me, personally, knowing how to hot wire a motorcycle?
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[personal profile] iitrebel 2015-12-31 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
No, but we could just find the owner and hijack the keys from them.

It can't be that hard, right? Keep an eye out for a bike you like the look of and I bet you I'll be able to get the keys.
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[personal profile] iitrebel 2016-01-01 06:52 am (UTC)(link)
You don't have to be a professional to know how to be an asshole who fakes it.
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[personal profile] iitrebel 2016-01-06 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Alright. [Encouragingly, he smacks Genos' shoulder and detaches from his side.] Be back in a second. Try not to get devoured alive by the paparazzi!

[For a second he can be seen around the outside of the nearest bar the bike is parked in front of, talking with strangers and making gestures to it, before he disappears into it proper. Another five minutes or so and he's hurrying out amidst a lot of yelling. Be sure that he's sending it right back.]

HEY HEY, I said I was sorry! It's not my fault you look like my boyfriend! Live and let live, buddy, damn!

[When he hurries over to Genos, however, he's inspecting a ring of keys taken out from his pocket.]

Okay, so, which of these looks like a motorcycle key to you? I sort of had to be quick.