I've been beat up, I've been thrown Out

[variaboss]

Who: Xanxus and YOU
What: after "mysteriously disappearing" guess who's suddenly back
When: 3 December
Where: Pride HQ and around town
Warnings: sighs Xanxus should be his own warning. Mentions of violence, physical injury/torture, branding, drug use, alcohol use, swearing, will add as needed.


I - Pride HQ
They finally let him out of the damn infirmary. Honestly, he probably should have stayed there a few more days, but Xanxus being Xanxus totally ingratiated himself to the nurses by hitting on them and thus, he had been shoved out the door to stop him from harassing them more. No big deal right?

Well, it should be because he's sort of limping his way from the infirmary back to the elevator in not but a hospital gown. But he's not embarrassed at all. No. He looks damn proud of himself, like he isn't wearing more cuts and bruises and stitches than any one person should have. He might even be whistling a little as he goes.

II - Chez Carnie
Shithole sweet shithole. It's sort of nice to get back to this place that he calls home. He doesn't really expect anyone there waiting for him. No...that's not these people. He has a fragment of that memory but he still can't put a face on the owner of those arms in that memory. Besides, he's not falling through this door. He's just going to walk right in as if he hadn't been gone. He's heading straight to his room. He needs his leathers if he's ever going to feel normal again.

III. Some bar in town
Should someone as heavily injured as Xanxus even be walking to some nightclub? Does it matter? Because what does a man want with his first night of freedom after unwilling captivity? Hit the clubs of course. Chicks dig bruises and scars and he can spin a hell of a lie if he wants to. Besides, he's itching for some alcohol that isn't monitored by the label. It's a pretty good chance that he'll be found sitting rather gingerly at the bar nursing a bottle of tequila. He ignores all the questions that might come his way with a "Buy me another drink and maybe I'll tell you."

IV. Wild card
Anything else you want to do, go for it!

Comments

[variaboss]

Give credit where credit is due. Most people wouldn't be standing let alone standing there waiting for an elevator with what all was done to him. It's a testament to just how stubborn he is and also his pain tolerances. Plus he's just an elevator away from some nice painkillers.

However, he stiffens when he realizes. Fuck. Fucking hell. Fuckity fuck FUCK! Of course he forgot about his ass hanging out. He forgot about that mark burned into his flesh. He's been purposely trying to forget about it. About how one of them had stepped on his back while the others held his arms and legs to keep him from thrashing while the one standing on him pressed that symbol into him. Marking him like fucking cattle....

"Shut it. Just... shut it. I'm nobody's bitch. They fucking cheated." He couldn't wait for the elevator to open up. God what was taking it so long!

[sharktrash]

Fair enough. Stubbornness is a power to be reckoned with. Not that Squalo would know or anything, he's never sustained any life-threatening injuries, right?

But, uh yeah. Squalo is nice enough not to mock him per se, but it's pretty evident that he now thinks whatever torture Xanxus has gone through included a non-con dungeon.

"That's what you say, and yet there it is," he drawls, still staring at the brand with a frown. It's almost too easy to miss all those cuts and bruises and burn marks next to it. Or rather, it's the cherry on the cake of abuse, and it makes him mad. Not quite as mad as if it were his own friend or bandmate, but... weren't labelmates supposed to be allies?

[variaboss]

It was definitely a non-con dungeon. Which is why he's not about to go and talk about it. Which is why he gives the long haired bastard a death glare at the way he points out that mark of shame. "It won't be for long." Mostly because Xanxus is already considering how to erase it. He's even thought about taking something hot and burning it away. Rather a huge angry burn mark than a brand in his skin.

"Soon as I get back to my floor it's going..." If he doesn't pass out from the pain when he tries it. And good god that elevator is slow as fuck. "Shit. Five more minutes and I'm taking the fucking stairs." Because that's totally not going to kill him.

[sharktrash]

"That's more like it." Good to know it hasn't broken the asshole's spirit, at least. What a shame would that be. Burning is an option, clawing off a bunch of skin is another. Squalo continues watching him, but at least he doesn't seem to be drilling a hole in that brand with his eyes anymore.

"Sure I'm not gonna have to carry you?" Another flash of teeth. Luckily, though, there's a ding, and the elevator door finally opens.

And Squalo just might decide to get in with him, because hey, he was probably on his way back too.

[variaboss]

Never. They might break his body, but they'll never break his spirit. He'll keep pushing that envelope and stepping far over that line. There's a reason why the CEO hates him and it's right here.

"Fuck you. Like you're even strong enough to carry me. I've got this." Still, he sighs in utter relief when he doesn't have to try the stairs. And when he gets into the elevator, he places his back against the far wall. It might be to hold himself up. With his knees the way they are, he'll probably need a cane for a while.

He does press his button. "Chez Carnie." He just hopes that it'll be empty.

[sharktrash]

Yeah see, now that part is actually kind of stupid. As things go on, there will surely be plenty of opportunities to get on Lesedi's bad side for good reasons that may bring some for of benefit. Wasting your credit for useless dumb shit before that ever comes up? Not the best investment.

"Maybe when you can walk straight again." Yeah, his turn to make 'fuck you' jokes. Enjoy. "Heey, I'm stronger than I look."

Up they go. Manticore's floor is probably below, considering they're newer and less famous or something, so he'll press that button too and get off first. Well, unless something happens.

[variaboss]

Or he can just be the one she focuses on so that others can sneak under her nose. Mostly because laying low and playing nice doesn't seem to be right. It goes against everything he is. She had fucking hired him because of his shitty attitude. She doesn't get to pick and choose who gets that attitude.

"Don't lie. Even like this, I'd totally rock your world if I did you." Because fuck you jokes go both ways. "And you look like Rapunzel. I'm surprised your fans haven't tried to cut off bits of that mop of yours." Yet, there is is. That nagging feeling. That fleeting memory of long white hair.

[sharktrash]

Too early for that, man. Nobody's sneaking around just yet. Though now that you mention it, playing nice does fucking suck for some reason.

His eyes narrow slightly, because he's totally not going to be the one getting done, thanks, but the grin doesn't falter.

"Careful. I might get the impression you're actually hitting on me." Discussing the impact of a potential spitefuck while riding up an elevator. How many bad pornos started this way again? But nah, too bad, this is obviously just casual conversation to someone like them.

"They have," he points out simply and shrugs. Something tells him he's being too nonchalant about this, though. Isn't the very topic of his hair getting cut, under whatever circumstances, supposed to be taboo? How strange. He had that vague memory of promising to grow it, but surely there wasn't that much weight behind it.

[variaboss]

"Dude, if I was hitting on you, you'd know. Mostly because I'd have to be be drunk or high to want to tap you. God only knows where you've been. You need a sign or something." He holds a hand up to his chest level. "Must be this tall to ride."

Yeah. A little low even for him but hey, giving this guy crap is actually making him forget how much he hurts right now. "Not surprised really. Fans love that sort of shit. They're always after my feathers." Cat toys...whatever. He doesn't have the racoon tail, but surely it's only a matter of time. "But that shit's all white now. Ever think of dying it crazy rainbow colors?"

[sharktrash]

And there we go, a twitch in his cheek again. He's practically itching to hit the guy, but no. Like hell he's giving him a chance to whine about how he can only hope to win when he's basically stitched back together. "I'm clean," he finally spits, scowling at him, "and fuck you, I'm not a fucking slut."

...that probably really depends on who you'd ask.

"The crazy ones, at least." Squalo's all for giving out autographs and shit, but he's quite unsettled about people trying to get pieces of him. Or dig through his trash. Such is the cost of fame, he guesses. "No. White's supreme."

[variaboss]

Hit him now and he'll gloat forever that only one way Squalo can beat him is when he's already in a world of hurt. "I thought we established that there's no way I'm fucking you." Well, not yet at least. Sharky might still grow on him.

"And giving what you play, you're going to get a fuckton of crazies." He should know. He had been there, done that, got the scars to prove it. "And I guess if you like looking like some old geezer than sure white's okay. Whoever the fuck did you though, they did a damn good job of it. Can't even see your roots." He shrugs and waits for the elevator to ding.

[sharktrash]

Exactly. Can't have that happen. "You seem to have the delusion that I'd want you to," he sneers. Which is... well, mostly true. The guy's fucking hot, but he's a collossal dick.

"That was me," he says blankly, because he has been dying his head hair. Now that Xanxus mentions the roots, though, he's suddenly suspicious. "Wait."

Thank fuck for fancy elevators with mirrors in them, because he's totally getting all up in one of them and inspecting his hair. And his eyebrows, and his lashes. All flawlessly white, no sign of ashen blonde even though it's been weeks since he's dyed it now.

"Holy shit."

[variaboss]

He waits for the asshole to get off the damn elevator so he can get to his own floor. But instead the dick hold the elevator up by checking himself out in the reflective mirrors. Fucking vein dick. He's hurting here. Now is not the time to check yourself out in the damn mirror.

The reaction is instinctive and instantaneous. It doesn't matter how hurt he is, he steps forward and ends up punching Squalo in the back of the head. "Check yourself out later, you piece of shit. You're holding up my goddamn elevator!" Sure, it had been his fault for pointing out the lack of roots, but that doesn't mean he's going to accept that blame.

[sharktrash]

Yep, his forehead hits the mirror, and he snaps around instantly, rubbing it. "Vooooooi!! Fuck you, too!"

...that's it for his retaliation, though. Because Xanxus is too hurt for a fistfight, obviously, not because he feels like that's as much as he's allowed to do.

And he's finally going to step out. While waving a middle finger at the other man, probably, but still.