"In cento anni o cento mesi, l'acqua torna a' suoi paesi."

[sharktrash]

Who: Squalo and YOU!
What: birthday catch-all! Squalo's turning 23 on the 13th. Yes he is Pisces because his character wasn't fish-related enough yet.
When: 12th-14th
Where: All around Vista city, the mall, the bars, Pride HQ, MANTICORE penthouse, Junkyard Carnival penthouse, etc.
Warnings: Squalo language, violence, substance abuse, (mentions of) banging, will update as necessary


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[riveres]

[Malls he finds, are perfect places to stalk creep on observe others. There's usually lots of people there so it's easy to disappear into the crowd. He isn't sure why he decided to follow this loud asshole that screws everything in his path and feels no shame. But Oscar figures it would be good practice.

In the music store there's a indie-looking motherfucker with dark hair, an androgynous figure and face, and wearing dark colors. He's mostly minding his own business, tapping out little melodies on a piano.

For now.]

[sharktrash]

[ That is... extremely inconspicuous to be honest. He looks like a regular teenager, at least one that doesn't follow the Capitol-like fashions of today. So Squalo pays him no mind. ]

[ He's testing out one of the electric cellos. Of course, the staff plugged it in for him, because omfg, a star (sort of) playing in their store! He's mostly fooling around at first, but soon enough all the other instruments anyone might be touching will be drowned out by long, sludgy, almost dissonant sound he's making. It probably sounds like sin. ]

[riveres]

[Good. Better to stalk track observe him.]

[At first Oscar pays no mind to the fact that Squalo is practicing in the music store. Some musicians do to get a feel for their instruments before they buy them. But he DOES give Squalo attention when he starts playing that.

It's at once melodic and also sounds like it was dragged up from hell and summoned onto his fingers. Great and terrible music that scares, arouses, and is guaranteed to put you in awe. He knew the brainwashers did some things to the victims, but he wasn't expecting that level of skill.

He shudders to think that some of them can even have their own mild form of mind control.]

[sharktrash]

[ That's pretty much exactly what it sounds like. Hell and demons and rivers of wine along with every vice imaginable, all accented by merciless, metallic notes. Why, a new metal chart-topper in the making, probably. ]

[ And good call, Oscar. Squalo might not be capable of mind control (yet), but he's got that neat little influencing people's emotions thing. So if you suddenly feel the need to writhe on flat surfaces with your mouth on someone's skin, that's probably where it's coming from. ]

[riveres]

[He does, and it disgusts him. He stands awkwardly in the store while Squalo plays his sinful cello while everyone else seems to be extras in this lurid music video. Dancing and writhing on each other.

Jesus Christ.... oh fuck, he might spot me. He'll duck away out the music store, choosing to watch him come out from another store across from it, away from the sound.]

[sharktrash]

[ Squalo is mildly amused at the alleged-teenager fleeing the scene, but then there are more amusing things going on. Like a few people standing around awkwardly clearly feeling turn on, and a couple who apparently decided to go for it and start... let's call it dancing for now. ]

[ He'll switch cellos a couple of times to finish the piece, pick one to buy, and eventually make it out of the store with a new case on his back. ]

[riveres]

[He got out just in time...

As Squalo makes his way out the music store, Oscar waits for him to give some distance before he follows him, making sure to not gain too much distance on the cellist so he can't suspect someone is following him, focusing on the gleaming hair of his and the cello case on his back.]

[sharktrash]

[ He'll head to the pet store next. ]

[ If Oscar is close enough, he might overhear him babytalking to goldfish, leaned in to the aquarium so that his nose is practically touching the glass. "Who's a good boy? Yes you are, yes YOU are!!" sort of deal. ]

[riveres]

[Again Oscar is remaining close enough to see and observe him, but not close enough to where he can be noticed. It's a few paces away, probably somewhat on the far side, but Oscar can hear the baby-talk.

It's weird as fuck.]

[sharktrash]

[ He buys fish food and moves on. Now he'll go into a clothing store. The season's gonna be changing soon, and he has to figure out how to combine sleeves that would hide his... little mechanical problem, and good ventilation, or he'll risk getting a heatstroke in Vista's summer weather. Right now he's considering simple white button-shirts with long sleeves. Hell, he could probably wear it open if he really needed it -- ]

[ Just browsing expensive shirt selections. Nothing too interesting. ]

[riveres]

[Now he's at a store that Oscar could probably could afford one shirt at with his paycheck. But at least he looks more 'natural' here and doesn't feel the need to keep too much space. Just looking at clothes.]

[sharktrash]

[ It's probably nothing, but he could swear it's the same teen he's seen in the previous store... and the previous one. Maybe coincidence. One way to be sure -- ]

[ He's gonna walk right into women's lingerie section. ]

you realize this is tabloid fuel, you know that right?

[riveres]

[Oh god dammit. This is obviously a trap, he's possibly a little aware of Oscar's trailing.

...So he doesn't follow him. Just looks at the expensive as hell shirts.]

not really :0 how so

[sharktrash]

[ Well, Squalo's just going to get further and further... until he leaves the store through the other exit, hidden beyond meters and meters of bra and panties shelves. Lol bye. ]

'METAL CELLIST SEEN IN LINGERIE DEPARTMENT, A POSSIBLE LOVER?'

[riveres]

[...Dammit. Next time he stalks, creeps-on tails a person he'll be more careful. And perhaps use his tools.]

he already "has" like 15 lovers and a sin cult with Lucifer, nobody's gonna blink twice at this

[sharktrash]

[ Good call, Oscar. Better luck next time. :0 ]