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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! ]

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'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."

After he puts that rum down Shin's taking it and hiding it on the other side of him. No way he's letting him keep downing rum. "Glad to be of service," he says before blowing out some smoke. "What's back home like? Getting homesick in the big city?"

Aww, why be like that, Shin? Roxas will deal, but he'll do so while pouting. "Um.. boring. Very boring, I guess. Lonely too, but it helped for the long run." By that he means being used to what the kind of life he has now is. Not healthy, definitely, but a fact. Sighing, from lament or just needing oxygen, "What about you? Better here, no?"

Shin laughs nervously. Why didn't he want to think too hard about the past. Instead he'll pass Roxas a beer. Dude should at least be able to handle that. "I think so. My father was an asshole. I can't remember my mother's face." He grimaces as he feels a pit in his stomach trying to think on it. He throws back more beer and concentrates on his cigarette. "I've wanted this my whole life. Getting here feels surreal." And it may be more true for him than many others here. He had been ripped out of a universe where he and his band just got signed. He'd been freed from his father, things had been looking up, and no amount of brainwashing could take away the hole losing all that left him with.

It makes sense, the way he puts it. Getting out and making it on your own, and then taking that and going wild with it. Roxas is doing similar enough. Except he doesn't have an unpleasant past, or at least one that he's aware of enough, to drown out with his actions. He's just doing it for the thrill, or for something he can't remember.

Good thing this isn't a therapy session here or anything.

Roxas doesn't like beer in the slightest, but he'll take this one and sip at it very slowly. Mostly because he doesn't want to offend the fact that Shin offered one, and somewhat because he wants something to drink off of.

"Sorry about your dad." Sounds rough. Roxas can't relate, but he can sympathize, even now as he's trying to hold onto the earth in fear that he'll fly off. Though, as the minutes pass, the threat lessons. "It's gotta be good though. A lot to take in at first, but good. Right?"

"Playing music's the only time I really feel alive," he says with a smile. They didn't need to change anything there. Shin didn't even strive for the stage or the spotlight. Those were awesome, but they were just perks on the side for being able to play, and having someone- anyone- recognize his skill. He was easy to control in that sense. He might feel empty most of the time, but the thought of getting fired from the one thing he'd always wanted, the one thing that makes him feel human, that was enough to keep him in line. He might complain, but he'd do as they asked, and there wasn't much need to train that bit into him.

The taste of hops isn't one that rests easy on his tongue, but he bares with it and keeps on as Shin tells his tale. It's a challenge to pay attention right now especially, but it's getting easier. Those words are few but they carry a lot of weight, and Roxas deals a lot to pay attention to them.

"I get it." It's going to be difficult to convey this with his speech slowed, therefore even more difficult to land, but he'll give it a go. "It's hard to find meaning sometimes. Like, life is just so bland, what's the point even? But with this gig, we have a job to do and we don't just make money from it but we have fans and appreciation. And it's nice. It's not like what we're used to."

Now, imagine that speech but a lot slower and with words that may not make sense at first.

Shin thinks he gets the gist of it and sighs, "That's not it. I don't care about the fans. I don't care about the money. I get plenty of that by having a cute face. I just need to play music. I don't need a job doing it. Just... someone to say I'm good. Would have been fine with just having a single youtube hit. But why turn this down when it gets me away from the rest of the bullshit in my family? Without the music, what's the point?"

Hopefully those things don't bite Shin in the ass later on. At least in terms of status and fame. Roxas has that element drilled into him as SUPER IMPORTANT, by his managers and then some, so to him it isn't question. But Shin is newer than he is and, clearly, not as easily swayed. Maybe he should take a page out of his book. Or maybe not.

This kind of life here, as much as he's familiar with it, is nice and fun. Freeing. "Cute face, huh? Heh, says who?" ..clearly he's being a jerk here.

Regardless of the response, "Like any other escape, huh? Anything to get away from having to deal with you, life, what's really what." Sigh. "Maybe. I think. I don't know."

Well, lucky for Shin, while he didn't care about the fame and the status, he cared enough about the music that he got it pretty quick. "My clients, that's who," he sounds like he's joking. Hope that he's joking and not saying he's a prostitute.

"I'd do anything to get to keep playing. All I need is my guitar." The phrase resonated with him somehow, but also made him feel sick. Why? Who the fuck knows. No way he's dwelling on it. "Just want to play, and I feel best on stage."

As Shin speaks, he nods, as if agreeing deeply in the message that is being conveyed. "Sure, and you do great by it, but why? Why do you want this? What is it you're trying to make up for that you didn't have before? There's gotta be something,"

Maybe he needed an example before going on about himself. If that is the case, "I don't even know where I came from, but all I know is that I want what I'm working towards to work out. That's.. it."

And that's it. Really.

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