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]

He accepts the finger to tie himself off. It's pretty obvious that he's pretty used to patching himself up. Most likely it's because he gets into so many brawls at the bars. Or maybe it's because he had been critically injured before, but whatever it is, he's pretty good at this sort of thing.

"Done..." He's going to try to put clothes on now but it's harder than hell to do and it's fucking embarrassing to struggle in front of Tamara. "Shit. I remember why I hate goddamn shirts now..."

[scalpedsociety]

"I am here for a reason, Xanxus... besides to shamelessly ogle you." Xanxus is far too heavily injured for Tamara to do that, but he's not the only one that can joke here.

"Let me do what I came here here for." She might try to assist Xanxus with his clothes if allowed. Pulling cloth over battered skin, buttoning buttoning, holding out pant legs he can step in them. (Also balancing him because it's hard for him to walk.)

[variaboss]

He'll allow her. He'll bitch about it under his breath but in the end, he really has little choice in it. It's either let her help or go around naked until he's feeling up to trying again. He really doesn't want to go around like that for once. The Carnies have already suffered enough. They don't have to see this shit more than they have to.

In short order, with her help, he's actually fully dressed. It's strange as hell to wear a shirt but he puts up with it. Instead he just looks down to the woman and mutters a soft thank you. It's barely audible since he's not used to thanking others for anything.

[scalpedsociety]

She hears it. All that matters the marks are covered.

"You're welcome." She says quietly.