interstellar5555 | got your picture; coming with you

Entry tags:

got your picture; coming with you

Who: Nuclear Parliament
What: Recording shit, welcoming Shinichi to the band, chilling. You know how it is.
When: Throughout March!
Where: NP Penthouse
Warnings: Probably nothing.

Johanna's been moody for the past couple months - fine, she admits it. That party back in December had been quite the damper, to say the least, and the way the band had fallen apart for a few weeks didn't help. Stella had told her not to be so worried, and Jo had scoffed - at the time.

But now the penthouse is starting to get loud again. It's starting to get fun again. With the band back to full strength, five members present and accounted for, their apartment actually feels lived in. And now that Johanna isn't locking herself away as much anymore, that means the place is back to being the home of the best pop punk band in town.

Of course, that means that the penthouse is kind of a mess, between the parties being had and the music being made. But hey - that's the price of genius. Or something like that.

[ mingle-style log; throw up whatever threads you want! ]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

They are having a pleasant chat, aren't they? That's all, nothing more. Until now. The logic posed by Shin is solid to Roxas, so it appears to him that there's only one other thing that can be earning them this kind of negative attention.

"You're jealous, aren't you?" Roxas directs this at the man coming at them with these things, not at all happy to the conclusion he's come to.

Not entirely sure what the kid is getting at, the guy responds with "What?"

At this point Roxas is letting out hot air for no good reason. "Yeah, we're half your age, maybe, and already infinitely more accomplished and better at life. We're not stuck at some shitty bar, we can actually go places. With glasses! You know what, hell with your shitty glasses, they didn't even last the entire trip."

Why he was holding onto them all this time, no one knows, but it's now that he plants his on the bar counter, wrapped in the paper bag and all. "Do you have any idea who we are? We're in a freaking band. We're-- we're famous! Damnit!!" At this point he looks to Shin, as if trying to send his a message via his mind to do something now to enhance his point.

Caught up in the moment or mind controlled to be a bit more of an ass, it doesn't matter. With the same easy smile he pulls his glass out of the paper bag it was in. "We easily could have made things a lot worse." He keeps looking the manager in the eye. "We could have been more like this," he says just as he smashes the glass into the ground. #thuglife

Oh shit. Shin just took this up a notch. Roxas should be more aware and cognisant of what's happening and how it can affect his reputation, but all he can think about right now is how impressive that was. As the entire bar room full of people turn to stare at them Roxas does his best to keep face, nod in approval at the actions of who he's with, and then with a simple tap on Shin's shoulder signal that they should get the hell out of there.

"Hope we don't come back." With that they're out. The patrons, and workers, couldn't be happier. That manager guy is still scratching his head as to why they needed to make a scene like that.

But that's a problem they don't need to worry about anymore. And any issues that arise from it will be something that future Roxas and future Shin need to be concerned about. Once they're outside, "Man, that was awesome!! That thing shattered into a thousand pieces, probably! You definitely made a point with that!"

Shin gives more of a smile before leaving, "have a nice day."

He's got to admit, he's not sure why he took it to that level, and is pretty sure it was probably a bad idea, but damn did it feel good. He's still acting like it was just totally normal even once they've left, pulling out a splif to feed two bad habits at once.

"Fuck." He states as he realizes they still had his card but then shrugs, "they can kept that credit card. It will be a nice little gift." He takes out his phone and reports the card stolen, just to add some insult to injury for when they try to cash him out. If it became a problem then he figured he could call his bank and just say he was confused. Blame it on the alcohol. "Man was a loser."

This guy is a genius. Roxas has so much to learn. "I wish we would have got more to drink before we left." There's probably another place nearby they can go to. "Maybe we can come back later. I mean, what kind of manager is there all the time?"

As familiar as he is with this area, usually he doesn't need to look for places to get drinks; they just happen to be at the penthouse, or close enough where he doesn't need to go out-out. On the block on his own like this is new, yet fun. "We could hit up the closest corner store, load up on a few then come back... with some spray paint maybe?"

"That sounds like too much time to spend on some asshole. Let's go to a convience store and load up on shit and head to a park." Because he's now in a mood to give fewer fucks about people thinking he's a drunk. Fuck them.

As good as that would be, how much better would it be if he spent even less fucks about people thinking he's drunk towards when he is actually drunk? "You're right. We need to do that." And thankfully Roxas knows exactly where the nearest location of one of these is. There have been a few desperate midnight runs for things like alcohol, ice cream, and more alcohol that have led him to know the location of a store that will sell what they're looking for at any time of the day. And the nearest one happens to be right around the corner. Lucky them.

Shin is going to be dragged to this store. When they enter, signaled by a ding from the door swinging open, Roxas is heading straight towards what he wants: more rum. If it is working, why quit it? He'll buy what he wants, a full fifth which is more than enough to cause trouble for a day and then some, happily accepting the paper bag that's offered with it while waiting for Shin to make his decision so they can continue on in their shenanigans for the afternoon.

Shin's looking around and grabs a pack of beer, and then at a last thought grabs some spiced rum. He even asks for a bunch of extra paper bags in case the first one breaks.

He follows Roxas out, putting a beer can into a paper bag and popping it open. "So, what's the best park to hang out at around here?"

Should've thought to get more paper bags.. that's brilliant. Hell with these pleasantries; since they've already established this pattern, with rum in paper bag in hand he cracks that sucker open and starts sipping away. It's not as good when it's straight, but holy hell does it work. That burn..

..a park? Hm, gotta think. "Oh.. anything by the shore. Those are the best. You get a park and the view of the water. Nothing's better." Knowing what's going to come next, he's already scanning the horizon in a lame attempt to determine what direction will lead them towards the water by where the sun is at this time.

He thinks he picks it up. There are signs everywhere pointing to everything after all, so this shouldn't turn into a misadventure even if he's wrong. "Let's go this way." With that he leads, still staying close by enough to hold a conversation. "We should still get spray paint."

Shin laughs at that, "You got any art skill?" Because without some of that, graffiti tends to look a bit shitty and lame. He starts knocking back the beer, some how showing no signs of suffering despite his platform shoes. "I grew up by the beach," he notes. Or... he thinks? Where the hell was that? But the confusion slips away from him as he slides right into another topic, "So, rum's your drink of choice?"

'Does he have any art skill' Shin asks. No, none at all. But how hard can it be? He knows how to write, isn't that enough? Maybe the inebriation will make it so an untapped reservoir of creativity will flourish.

Or not. Probably a bad idea, but it's going to linger in the back of his mind. "You did? You know.. I think I did too." In his memories of this place, he was technically by some body of water. But in his dreams, he feels he's living in another dream world that stem from a life on an island surrounded by ocean.

So the water calls to him, naturally. Maybe that's why rum is his drink of choice? The assumed islanders pick. "Yeah, if it isn't broke don't fix it." Actually, he'll take anything offered, but rum is so convenient and you can mix it with so many flavors. It's the thing that gives him the least worst time the next morning anyway, probably the biggest deciding factor.

"You know, I've never got into the smoking thing.. I don't know why. Not for lack of trying, it just. Doesn't hit me? Maybe I'm naturally immune." Or maybe that's all crap and he's never actually inhaled.

They have a few blocks ahead of them at this point.

Shin sips his own beer thoughtfully. How he's fit so many of those into his tiny frame is something even science would not be able to explain. He looks curiously to Roxas when he says it doesn't hit him. "Are you smoking it right? Did you waste my weed?" At least he's laughing, apparently not actually upset.

He frowns at the thought of 'wasting weed', as Shin puts it. That wasn't his intent. But maybe he did if he wasn't doing it right. "Maybe I'm not? I mean, how do you do it? Like a cigarette? Just the in and out?" He's probably going to sound stupid here, but maybe.. if he is doing it wrong, by fixing that he can unlock an essential experience to enjoying life. Or another vice. Both very similar.

Shins shakes his head, "You've got to breathe from deep in your chest, pull it into your lungs and hold it there for as long as you can. If you haven't ended up coughing so much you think you're lung might come out at least once, you probably have been smoking it wrong." Oh, what a precious kid this Roxas is. "How are you so fucking innocent?"

That is probably why it hasn't hit him yet then: these things have never happened. That sounds like a lot of work, something he hasn't put into smoking, of all things. With drinking it's easy, you just pour and sip and done. "That.. explains it."

And that comment has him laughing. Oh, so true! But how and why? Other than engaging in certain vices, there isn't really much about him that strays from the side of innocent. "I don't know! Maybe I haven't been sucked into the dark side by the right people yet." Roxas, be careful what you say.

Oh, they're almost at their destination. "I know some people that do it, and they told me about something you can do. I don't remember what it's called, but they said that one person takes the hit and then blows the smoke into another person and they catch it too. Sounds weird.. does it work, though?"

"Shotgun-ing," he says cooly. "I'll show you how to when we get to the beach." It's not far now, and Shin already knows that he's going to mess with this kid over it.

Something that has the name of shotgun can't be good or healthy.. but he wants nothing more than to try it, so it's happening. Less than a block away and they're at the spot, a playground fully equipped in front of them. Swings, slides, monkey-bars, you name it.

"We're here!!! And look, if you sit on top by the entrance to the slide, you can get the best view of the horizon on the water." That statement is funny only because they can get an infinitely better view by going up to their penthouse, but Roxas makes it seem like this is far better in quality for no reason.

So much so that he's climbing up whatever he needs to so he can make way to it, sitting down as comfortable as he can on the panel that houses the slide entrance, facing the shore.

Hey, don't dis the extra rush being delinquents ruining a playground gives. At least most of the kids have been dragged home by now, and seeing this pair the last families are quick to get going.

Shin chugs the rest of his beer before pulling out a bowl and where the hell is he keeping all this weed? "So breathe it in all the way, only using your mouth and breathing as deep as possible." He lights the bowl and takes a drag, holding it for about thirty seconds before leaning in like he's just going to blow it in Roxas's face, but instead pulls the kid in and locks lips with him before breathing out.

Why are those parents dragging their children away quickly as they come onto the playground? That is a thing that Roxas would care more about, but, rum. He can't. Not now. Not anytime soon, even.

What is this guy talking about? It's getting more difficult to focus on things like directions, but since it's in the early phase of him being drunk he'll do his best. Breathe it in? Breathe what, the air? He's about to try that, but Shin is up in his face which causes him to pull back for a moment until they're connected lip to lip..

..what is that? That feeling, that amazing electrifying feeling, something coming into him unlike before. It seems like it takes forever but when it's over he's left without breath. Is it weird he liked it especially because of that lip piercing? By the end of it, he's the one left coughing. That got in good and deep. The effects will no doubt take in soon. Good luck, Shinichi.

"That.. wow.. is that how you do that? I didn't.. I never thought. That was it? That's."

He'll end it there. The view of the ocean before them is nice enough where he wants to take it in before all hell breaks loose. "That was pretty good."

He might not be really gay, but pretending was so worth it for reactions like that. Shin got the piercing because so many people enjoyed it while making out. It just added to the sensation, something that moved more just to remind you of the pressure of the kiss. Shin's smiling, "There's some other ways, but that's the most effective."

He takes another hit from the bowl and passes it to Roxas, "You think you can handle it on your own?" He's talking, and yet somehow only phantom wisps of smoke are escaping his mouth.

Even though he's still coming back from what just happened, of course he can handle himself! Perhaps. That feeling, that is something that can only be imitated through a few ways. He's fairly certain he's got a hold of it now. As for what happens after, well, they'll find out shortly. "Please. Watch."

A combination of the arrogant and drunk in him takes the piece and lights it from the top; once embers signal that flame has caught he's breathing in and deep. Just like before. It's a lot more effort, and it burns a lot more, but the result - other than the coughing - is sure to pay out in the end.

He'll be handing that back to Shin now, declaring himself done of this activity. "It's all you now, I think I had my fill. Man.. I've never, I don't think, been under the influence like this. I hope it's not like. Babysitting." With that he'll exhale and then stare off, feeling like the place he's sitting in is the only place left on earth and letting go will mean floating into the atmosphere and beyond.

Suffice to say, his head has been ripped off and he's flying high.

Shin is going to ruin your innocence kid. He's crashing pretty hard and he'll take you down too. What's misery without company? It could be considered corrupting the youth, but Shin's probably no older than Roxas.

He could tease more, or push more weed on him, but Shin's not cruel. He doesn't want to end up babysitter either. So he keeps the rest of the bowl to himself, and by the end of it he's as blazed as Roxas. "I'm glad I got to join you guys, this is awesome." He needs some friends in his life. Someone to hold him back, because he is failing miserably.

As far as Roxas is considered, he's lucky to have something to hold onto - one of the handlebars barricading the platform they're on - to keep him from flying off into the atmosphere. Hopefully it's all handlebars, maybe it's part of Shin, but whatever, it's keeping him grounded. Time is moving so slowly, he has the ability to process these things better than he would have had in the past.

So.. by that rate.. he might be okay, but probably isn't. But might be.

Not helpful, but whatever. The comment on Shin's end has come and gone, and all he can muster is a "Yeah," while clinging on even tighter to whatever he has a hold of, part playground part one of Shin's limbs, time doing little to save him of this experience. "I think I'm.. am I coming off my seat here? I'm not, right? You got me?"

Shin laughs, hearing that. Yeah, it took a while to get it in his head that no, he's not really going to end up in space. He still finds himself holding onto things sometimes. "You're good. You're good."

He lights a cigarette, "I'd offer you one, but I'm not going to carry you back." The nicotine just makes it all more intense. Between the weed and the booze and the cigs, Shin's feeling in a pretty good place right now.

Nicotine is definitely not something Roxas wants to have right now. Even in his place in space, wherever that is, that's something he'd still rather do without. The taste of it might appeal to him, or the cool factor, but actually ingesting it.. makes him cringe. In this state, at least, probably only slightly.

"That's okay, I don't want. Touched. I don't want to be touched. I'm good. No touch, we're good." Those words come far apart and barely calculated, mostly because he's high off his shit. Hopefully babysitting won't be called for, but if he doesn't come down it just might. So, maybe, to combat this, by sipping on his solid liquor he'll pull away from that high and move towards the downer he's ingesting. That makes sense.

"I'm okay here.. but.. it'd be cool to be back home. But I'm okay here." With a great big sigh, then a groan, "It's great there's finally someone pretty damn cool here to hang with. Been long enough."

got your picture; coming with you

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)