5 ♊ My shoes are falling apart

[iitrebel]

Who: Artolo Apemis and various other people
What: In which rising star Artolo Apemis deals with his shiny brand new assistant, does an impromptu performance, drinks worrying amount of alcohol, and drops by Lion Pit to see a familiar face.
When: Throughout the day
Where: Pride HQ, a bar on the lower level, and Lion Pit
Warnings: None as of yet, although consider this a general catch-all log for Art if you want to hit him up. Prompts in the comments below.

In a way, he almost wishes he hadn't learned a single damn thing. Laying in his bed, mismatched eyes staring straight up, Artolo thinks on that.

The things he knows here, now, as himself, it's so much better than the flicker of visions that go through his head. In those things, as that person, there's nothing but suffering: the crack of a slaver's whip, uncontrollable mania that jerks him back and forth out of the depths of crushing misery, watching something so good who he loved die long and-

Artolo takes a breath. It feels strangely familiar, to fight against visions in his head. How much was taken away from him? How much was for the better?

As much as he'd like to, he can't stay in bed forever. He has shit to do.

Comments

[iitrebel]

"Actually-"

"Yup," Artolo interrupts, shoulders easing up a little as he sees Aramat. Whatever the hell is going on with his promotions, he's stubbornly determined not to let it interfere with his band life. He's still CoT's drummer, whatever nonsense is going on. "Have chores you need done? I promise I'll keep the shit from your underwear or whatever."

[scalpedsociety]

"He'll go through my underwear?" Aramat says in disbelief. The poor manager.

[iitrebel]

"No-"

"Who knows," Artolo drawls, cutting him off. 'Pepe' gives him a sort of strained look, because, yeah. Poor manager. No one should have to deal with Artolo when he's in a mood. "Anyway, interested?"

[scalpedsociety]

"A little. Maybe you can help me and protect my underwear from Pepe." She jokes.

[iitrebel]

Going along with it makes him grin brightly, even if it's edged with a bit of annoyance still at his new 'assistant'. "Don't worry, I've already put it in the fine print." You know, of the contract he never signed for this. Whatever. He detaches from the doorway.

"Got any plans today?"

[scalpedsociety]

"Once this is done, I'm going to have to run some errands. You can come tag along if you want, some of them might be fun." Also a gothic lady and a rapper all about the town.

[iitrebel]

"Are we going to spraypaint rude words onto the side of some Virgo building?" he chirps, already gesturing for the poorly named Pepe to follow along. By all means, he's glad to find some way to fill his time.

[scalpedsociety]

"...I don't know about that." Get a couple drinks into her, she might think it's a good idea.

[iitrebel]

So Operation: Wine Mom is underway? He'll keep it in mind for later. For now, just a disappointed raspberry. "Alright, fine, what did you have in mind then?"

[scalpedsociety]

Yes, yes it is.

"How dull do you find looking for birthday venues?"

[iitrebel]

"I can make my own fun if I get bored, don't worry." Even if that statement is perfect cause for worry, but whatever. Art just waves away 'Pepe' dismissively. He doesn't need an entourage to go around with Aramat.