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

[stylistic_disloyalty]

"Don't put me in my grave just yet," she shoots back-- but she can't look him in the eye. It couldn't be true, this is just some... waking hallucination from too much coke or cigarettes. Something. Nobody knew when they were going to die. And what made her so 'special' that she had an expiration date?

She wants to put her forehead on his back, do something to restore normalcy, but there's no place that she can see that's not injured in some way. They really did a number on him, didn't they?

"Nobody knows how long they have. If it's two or twenty or two hundred, I still want to live it out with you and Yuffie at least. Giving the world the middle finger until we can't anymore."

She sighs and closes her eyes, as if the thought is irritating. "Maybe that's naive, to think we'll always be like this, but I don't care. I want it like this. I fucking-- have a family, like this. Or at least people who look out for me no matter how insane or wild or fucked up I get. It's like the universe handed me a gift and I can't stand this feeling that this entire building is trying to take it from me.

"Well I'm not letting it go without a fight. And if that means I get in your face about going after Predator the smart way, then you'll have to fucking deal with me," she finishes with an unsteady laugh. Luci swallows the lump in her throat-- God, she must be so tired-- and lets out a steady breath. "You want me to look at any of this with our med kit?"

[variaboss]

He nods a little. No one really knows. Something tells him that he should have died already. He should have died in the ice. Before the ice. He had been on borrowed time and eventually, it would catch up to him. But that didn't matter because she was right. They were Junkyard Carnival and the entire goddamn world can sit and spin.

He remains quiet though. He's certain that Luci already knows he feels the same way. It's why he went after them in the first place. Because he felt they hadn't been punished for hurting his family. Instead, he breaths out a sigh as well. "Looks like I've managed to get a family that looks out for me too." Which means he'll try to check in at least before he goes off and does stupid shit again. They'll probably have yelling matches in the future. Punches might very well be thrown, but that's what family is right?

"If you want. The docs around here are fucking shit. They just slapped some stitches on and sent me out the door. I can't reach my back so..." He won't ask Luci to help him do one thing though. He doesn't want to make Luci help him burn the brand into just scarred charbroiled flesh. Not after what she had just said. He'll do that alone, after she goes.

[stylistic_disloyalty]

She smiles faintly, the first time in this conversation and gives a little amused hum about the doctors sucking. Well, there's a silver lining to that she supposes-- Xanxus didn't get beaten so badly that competent doctors made him look only half-dead.

"Come on, I'll get you some whiskey and we'll see what I can do for you."