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interstellar55552016-02-05 06:41 am
cleartranquil) wrote in interstellar55552016-02-05 06:41 am
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I'll tell you all how the story ends
Who: Ghost Quest kids and all those who want to see them.
What: So as it turns out, going against the label might've been a bad move. Who knew, right?
When: Feb 3rd and after
Where: Pride HQ
Warnings: Talk of torture, aftermath of violence, aftermath of brainwashing, dudes there's some dark stuff.
For the past three days, the troublemakers and ghost helpers of Pride Records were kept locked away from their friends and their bands.
As far as everyone else knew, they were just gone. And then they were back.
They are all worse for wear, some far more than others and some much more mentally than physically, but they are all returned to their penthouses, finally, at the end of their ordeals.
But, at least they're back. Somewhat in one piece. For the most part.
What: So as it turns out, going against the label might've been a bad move. Who knew, right?
When: Feb 3rd and after
Where: Pride HQ
Warnings: Talk of torture, aftermath of violence, aftermath of brainwashing, dudes there's some dark stuff.
For the past three days, the troublemakers and ghost helpers of Pride Records were kept locked away from their friends and their bands.
As far as everyone else knew, they were just gone. And then they were back.
They are all worse for wear, some far more than others and some much more mentally than physically, but they are all returned to their penthouses, finally, at the end of their ordeals.
But, at least they're back. Somewhat in one piece. For the most part.
Terry | OTA
[When they're brought back, he goes straight to his room. He can't sleep, so he just sits on the bed with his knees hugged to his chest. Starving, but the idea of food seems repugnant right now. All he can do is think about how he's toxic and dangerous to be around. How people get hurt because of their proximity to him. He's a monster and that's why his mom's gone and his dad sent him away and his best friends don't talk to him and--]
[Sorry everyone, this is him for at least the rest of the week unless someone can pull him out of it.]
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Somehow it's not really a surprise that the biggest obstacle in her way is a door, and yet it feels like a pretty big one, to be honest. She doesn't want to just barge in, at least, not right this moment. They've all spent the past couple days being randomly barged in on. She doesn't want to do that. But, she will if she has to.
After a few moments of standing awkwardly outside, Yuffie finally pulls herself together enough to knock.]
Ter? Hey. It's..It's me? Can I come in?
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What in the world happened? Where is Terry? What...what did they do to you?
There's a slight knock on the door, though it's hectic and terse. As if she'd done it the past few days, as well.]
Terry? Terry, are you there?
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That's why, sometime late at night after Garnet's stopped her mothering and the world has settled down, Koumei enters the room with barely a click of the door. In his hands is a hot mug of ginger tea, a plate of pork dumplings and a bowl of rice congee--simple food. Comfort food.]
...It's been a few days, Terry. [He said quietly, knowing that his bandmate was still awake with an intuition only a fellow insomniac could have.] Please eat something.
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Tell me you're in one piece.
Not okay.
Just in one piece.
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Genos | MÄNTICORE
He doesn't look to worse for wear, because all of his torture was mental. As soon as he gets back to the penthouse, he goes straight for all of the lyrics he's written about Saitama and starts ripping them up. The songs have already been recorded, but at least he hast the satisfaction of destroying these words.
How could he? How could he think so highly of somebody who killed his entire family?]
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[ He's both relieved and a little enraged when he finally hears the familiar steps, spots the familiar faces, they're back, they're alive, but also WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN? WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!! and he's just about to scream that at Genos' back once he realizes what he's doing. ]
[ Alright, so he sometimes ripped up an unsuccessful rhyme, but this was... extensive. He approaches very carefully. ]
...what's wrong?
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[Whoa, whoa, not cool! At the sound of destruction, Jecht stalks over, reaching out to try to catch his wrists or put a halt to this or something.]
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[After Terry, of course she looks for others she knows. Such as Steven...Steven, and Genos.
When she does find him, she sees what he's doing, and goes to bring a hand to his shoulder, as if to stop him.]
What...what are you...
[What happened to you?]
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[ Roy talks through the bedroom door just in case it's too soon and Genos needs to be alone. It's been ten hours since they were released and delivered to the penthouse. ]
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Mai | Crown of Thorns | OTA; February 4th (Evening) + February 5th
The second day she stays cooped up in her room for most of it, though bandmates will likely hear the strains of her violin. She plays a variety of songs, from soft and somber to harsh and loud. It's like she's testing her limits and that's precisely what she's doing. They had threatened to break her hands in the messiest way they could and there's enough fear in her to need to reassure herself that they never did.
(A)
The evening of the second day she emerges, looking somewhat put together. She's dressed extremely casually, chiefly black clothing paired with red gloves. She can be found after dark rifling through the CoT's kitchen. The chefs have left their usual meal and she eats it with a decent, heavy appetite as she perches at the bar in the kitchen.
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The next day Mai emerges into the rest of the HQ in general. She may be on the lookout for certain people, though she gives no overt indication of such. Instead she seems all the world like someone who wants to bury themselves in the life of the clubs and lounges Pride HQ boasts. She filters from one to the other as the day goes on, though she doesn't seem to be precisely drinking all that much or doing anything illicit. It's more like she doesn't want to be completely alone and like before her disappearances is looking for company without being directly in the company of anyone else.]
(Wildcard)
[If you have an idea for a prompt, feel free to hit me up. PM me or PP @ goodluckstarfighter if you have any questions, etc.]
B
[ He doesn't know much of her, aside from the fact that she's Tamara's bandmate, the resident "Ice Queen" and that she's went to a decent music school. But, hey, no time like the present to rectify that, right? Plus she does look a bit out of her element somehow. Maybe she knows something about what happened. He turns toward her from his seat near the bar, sort of leaning on the counter a little. ]
You seem... mingley today.
[ A+ no wonder ladies throw themselves at you Squalo. ]
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A
[Right now, however, as Mai tries her food, one hand slides over to her a card for some sort of club.]
[Artolo, every lanky asshole inch of him, looks incredibly awkward as he just glances around and avoids eye contact.]
I... won't ask whatever the fuck went on.
But. If you ever want to get the fuck out of this shithole. I know a place. Can get drunk as shit, or worse, if that's your thing.
[He has no idea if it's Mai's thing. He's pretty sure it's not. It's just his thing. But it's an offer.]
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A
[Tooru's been alternating sleeping on the couch and sleeping in his room. He's never been a heavy sleeper, and ever since... ever since that he's been an even lighter one so the sounds wake him up. Groggily he sits up and hisses in pain. Good as time as any for the pain meds they gave him.
He gets up, grabs his crutches and makes his way to the kitchen]
Do you remember where I put my pills?
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B
Hey there. Fancy seen' you out and about.
[Yuffie does have a drink in her hand though she looks like she's probably touched it about as much as Mai has touched hers. ]
How are you?
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B
He heads towards Mai and leans on a wall close to her. He doesn't want to bother her but she looks like she's looking for someone. He can't help her with that, but at least he can make sure no one stops her from finding who she needs. He can do that for her. For the girl who supposedly went to the same music school he had.
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Kido | System Crash | OTA (CW: Suicide)
She’s young, but not much younger than she is now. It’s her father’s voice, her father from the memories with the glasses who she’s seen playing games with her and her brothers and her sister, the family that had taken up residence in her heart. It’s his voice. And it’s saying something awful as she sits with her brothers.
Even as she hears it again, she doesn’t remember exactly how it sounds. But she knows. It’s awful. Everything is awful. Because Ayano is gone. Ayano is gone and she’s gone forever. Just like her sister, just like her mother, just like everyone who’s ever loved her but her brothers. But it wasn’t an accident this time.
She jumped. From the roof of the school.
And all Kido can think is that she’s alone. And this time… there’s no way to deny it. It’s got to be her fault.
That guilt is all she can feel. Her chest must be caving in on itself. And when she’s in the penthouse—she can’t be there anymore. She can’t—she doesn’t want them to see her. She doesn’t want Tiger to see her, she can’t be a danger to him anymore.
She just doesn’t get far. Being blind makes it kinda really hard to get anything at all done. Or to get anywhere. So she just… slides down the wall. And stays there, staring at nothing, curled up on herself. Somebody please take her back home. She’s kinda in the way and not a very fashionable statue.]
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[Pinkie's known for days she screwed up. They didn't tell her where Kido or Tiger went, but they weren't fired, and she knew. She never should have let them out of her sight.
Kneeling down in front of her bandmate, she puts a hand on Kido's arm. She doesn't know what to do. Things have been strange for her, but none of the weird memories or dreams or whatever have given her anything to help deal with stuff like this. The people in those act like she's a good friend.]
Hey.
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Superbia Squalo // MÄNTICORE // OTA
[ Some kind of evil spirits haunt his kitchen, and next morning, half his band is gone. ]
[ At first he just thinks maybe they got up early, went to record, went out somewhere. That shit happens, yeah? But they're not back in the evening, or the next day. Or the next. ]
[ Panic starts growing around the second day. He doesn't sleep and keeps pacing around the penthouse, then the whole HQ, the look in his eye relatively growing crazier. ]
[ Kid has conveniently slipped off somewhere, and nobody's answering his questions. Or even acknowledging they know what he's asking about. Nobody tells him anything, though when he does catch their manager on maybe the third day, he either shuts him out or vaguely threatens that things will be worse if he tries making another scene. So he does his best to restrain himself from hitting fucking everything and waits. ]
[ And he's still not sleeping, so it's quite easy to run into him any time. Obsessively checking Genos' and Roy's rooms every five minutes. Pacing in the hallways. Playing in the lounges or rec rooms until his fingers start bleeding. Drinking at the bars, because that's the best coping method? Aside from dark areas under his eyes and his hair looking a bit messier than usual, he looks mostly normal, if rather jumpy. ]
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[ They're back. Not really okay, from what he can tell, but at least alive and there, and that's what matters. Of course, he'll dedicate a few hours to scream in their ears, and then, surprising even himself, he starts the mom routine, since clearly Genos isn't in the mood for it right now. ]
[ He'll cook dinner in between really loud lectures, bring it to them if one of them refuses to leave the room or whatever, and generally react to any sort of unusual signal from... any of his bandmates, really, but Genos and Roy especially, with extreme attention. Looking upset? Have a really prominent bruise? Sneezed out of order? He's gonna be fucking there in an instant. ]
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Not having them, he's backsliding hard into bad habits from when he was in metal. This means being constantly drunk or high or both. And while he can't stand the white haired asshole at the bar, he's run out of booze in his penthouse.
Yeah. Xanxus managed to drink all the booze in Crez Carnie and lived to tell about it. Or at least stumble his way to the stool next to the asshole and reach for the bottle the other man is using. He doesn't even care anymore what it is. It could be rubbing alcohol at this point.
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Tooru Oikawa | OTA
The main reason for this is the fact his right knee has been broken. It's broken badly, and it's set wrong. He doesn't know how he knows this, but he does. He's going to need surgery in order for it to get set right soon, but he'd need to go a surgeon for that, and he's scared to go outside of Pride's services.
He can be seen hobbling along on crutches, wearing shorts and a red cast that comes up mid thigh. If asked what happened he'll only answer that he had an accident and then say he doesn't want to talk about it.
His dream is dead. He can't.. he can't play volleyball anymore. Maybe one day, for a neighborhood rec league, but his dream of playing professionally is gone.
Which is stupid. He never even played for a team before. He just had stupid dreams about wanting to be one. Then why, then why does it hurt so much?]
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She drops down into a chair beside him, like she's completely expected, somehow. She looks nothing like her rockstar persona, no makeup or spikes to be seen. She's in a sweater that clearly doesn't fit her, and the side of her face seems to be mostly a bruise, having gone a really disturbing shade of yellow around the edges, the split over her cheek does seem to be healing though.
She doesn't say anything for a moment, before she turns to look at him. She draws herself up and then finally speaks. ]
I'm sorry.
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TIGER UNIVERSE | SYSTEM CRASH | OTA
Tiger is lying on his back, and the ceiling is spinning. His vision seems unfocused and shifting, like his eyes aren’t quite working right. He’s back in his room, he thinks, hazily. But nothing is the same anymore.
There’s a spiderwebbing crack across the gem on his belly, and it feels like that same crack must be going through his whole body – like he must be on the verge of splintering apart. Being back on his bed is more comfortable than any other position he’d been in during his imprisonment, but it doesn’t even really feel like it makes a difference, like being in a cage is just the natural way of things.
He wants to cry, but it’s like the urge and the function won’t connect. He feels like he’s underwater, like he isn’t breathing.
After what feels like a really long time, he finally gets up. All he’s wearing now is a tank-top and his boxers, and he is suddenly reminded of the presence of the patches of glowing fracture lines that have appeared across patches of his skin, as if mimicking the break in his gem. He ends up in front of his mirror – his eyes no longer have any pupil or iris, instead filled with cloudy pink fog and speckles of light. It almost looks like stars.
He’s broken, he thinks. He doesn’t know why, but that’s the word and concept that comes to mind. He isn’t working right. He’s been thoroughly wrecked. He’s incapable of contemplating how it’s going to get better.
Eventually, he makes it out into the hallway, but before he gets far he sinks down onto a random spot of floor, staring into space.
PRIDE HQ
He ends up outside of his penthouse, at one of the common Pride HQ pool areas. He feels like he wants to be in water, for some reason, like this horrible state of being is something that has a chance of just washing off. He walks into the water in his boxers and tank top, not really thinking about how anyone might object.
And then he just finds himself standing there, alone in the pool, his arms wrapped around himself. The pink-glowing crack-lines refract across the water, lighting dim at this time of night. Everything seems so far away.
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Penthouse
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Yuffie OTA
[When Yuffie is released, the first thing she does is try to find Fetch. She looks terrible, the side of her face mostly a bruise and her cheek split. She practically tears apart the penthouse in an attempt to locate the drummer only to realize exactly what she'd been told.
This is all her fault.
She's not the Carnie people expect raging from, but Yuffie just ends up trying to break things in the main area, break something, feel better somehow. She's a rockstar, right? That's what they want her to be. Breaking a few chairs and shit is what they want. But that moment of anger doesn't last too long, as she panics that maybe this is too far, this is too much, and they'll take someone else, too. Almost as quickly as her anger had come, it leaves her sitting on the floor, in the same clothes she left in three days ago, sobbing into her hands.]
Pride HQ
[Yuffie is....She's quiet. And she's angry. And she doesn't know how else to be.
She can be found wandering the building. Occasionally in the bars, occasionally in the gym, but mostly just wandering. She's restless and anxious, and she seems to be pretty constantly on edge. She'll laugh off the bruise on her face or the others she's picked up, faking it as best she can even though her smile doesn't reach her eyes, except for particular people. There are people she doesn't want to lie to, to pretend she's fine to.
When she's in the bar she doesn't drink half as much as she usually does. When she's in the gym she seems to push herself impossibly.
The rest of the time she just looks a little like a she's just eternally lost in thought, hiding in her phone, or a book instead of talking to people like she usually would when she stops, and wandering the halls a bit like the ghosts that haunted them when she doesn't want to do anything but think.]
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Hey. [He all but sprints towards Yuffie, anxious to see her and talk to her and know she's all right.] Hey!
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HQ
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Carnieville
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LaterCarnieville?
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CLOSED - Steven, Garnet, Sans & Greg
But she couldn't help him in the way he needed. He was practically dying, as far as she could see, and she could do nothing. She wished it was her, instead. She'd let her gem, or gems, whatever she had, break a thousand times over, if it meant Steven never had to hurt. But she's just human like this, with no gems to crack. A human, at the mercy of a psychotic monster of a label executive. She had no power like this.
Her heart felt like it just mended itself up, only to split apart again, as she watched Steven.
"Do..." She doesn't want to let go of his hand when he gets into his bed. "Do you mind if I stay? At least, for a little while?"
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All he feels like he can do is just lay there and wait. Wait for whatever they try to make out of him next, or...wait for them to hurt him again, or do nothing at all. He barely registers Garnet's presence when she isn't actively talking to him. He gets lost inside of his own mind and body so easily right now.
He shakes his head a little in response to her question, and that's it. The trails of crack lines on his skin have slowed since they returned here, but they are still present, in small patterns of pink light. This bed, and entire room, have always seemed far too big for him, and seem even more so now. He feels like he might just fall between the cracks.
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Artolo Apemis - ota
[Yeah, sorry, there's knocking happening at your penthouse door.]
[...Okay, it's a very violent kicking at your penthouse door. Opening it reveals one Artolo Apemis, that one asshole from Crown of Thorns, with a shopping cart behind him. You might even catch him raising his foot up ready for another kick.]
[Someone answering gets him to talk instead of kick, however.]
Want to donate all your unused tech and obnoxious amount of pillows to a good cause?
[...Yeah, it's not really much of an explanation.]
[Alternatively, feel free to come across him as he's riding the shopping cart throughout the halls, filled with his possibly ill-gotten gains of various bits of
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.....What?
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Roy OTA
Bandmates stopping him to talk first or not, Roy goes to take a shower as soon as he can. He looks a little better afterwards but not by much. He then locks himself in his room for a while, though if one knocks they'll get a reply.
Eventually he wanders out of the penthouse and out into the Pride lounges and limping down halls, looking for the others who had been punished and asking their bandmates about their condition. Sometimes he has shopping bags in his arms, stopping at penthouses to deliver medicine and other items that might relieve the pain of his fellow injured.]
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[ So, uh, yeah. He stalks into the bathroom after Roy and proceeds to yell at him through the shower curtains. At least he sounds more relieved than angry at the moment. ]
Where have you been?! What the fuck happened to you?
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hope this is okay?
just fine!
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Luci | OTA | CW: Dubcon Aftermath/Victim Blaming
[But this is it, apparently. She tries to keep her head up high as she limps through Pride HQ with her shoes in one hand and a bedsheet wrapped around all of her, but it's almost impossible to ignore the stares and push away thoughts of what must be going through everyone's heads--]
['Is that Lucifer? Looks like she bit off more than she could chew, doesn't it? I never thought it would happen to her, though. Bitch Queen probably earned it. Let's be real, it was only a matter of time before this happened to her. What with the choices she makes.']
[It's a long walk to the elevators.]
[Once she gets back to the suite, she closes the door behind her, drops her shoes and leans back against the wall. Technically she's home, but now she has to face her band. They're going to be hurt over this, they're going to be mad as hell. But she couldn't stop it, she hadn't been able to say no.]
[Maybe she can make it to her room before anybody comes to investigate the door opening and shutting. It's a nice idea, but her legs don't want to work anymore. They're tired from... everything.]
[Luci slides down the wall and lands sitting up against it. There's no running from this, she's tired.]
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[ He has to do a double-take. That sure is Luci, and she looks like hell. He can't help but feel a ting of amusement at the fact she's dressed in a sheet, but it's gone as soon as it's flashed, and he's almost a little horrified at himself for it. ]
[ He walks up to her, but it takes him a moment to think of anything to say. "Are you okay?" No shit, a fucking blind person would be able to tell that she's not. "What happened?" She might not want to talk about it, but if everyone else was any indication -- ]
Fuck. Not you too?
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Late with Starbucks - drug warnings
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