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Post by Nikki on Jan 22, 2020 8:34:08 GMT -4
You Looking for someone to Rock Your World~? ❝ “Tch.” The tongue of a temptress snapping within her mouth as she marched along the street with her jacket wrapped around her with every bit of snugness that she could manage, Nikki Nakajima wore a scowl as she felt a shiver shoot up her spine because of the temperature around her, and wished that she had made it to her destination already. Fucking freezing out here… Certainly not happy to be stomping about in the cold and not just because it had forced her out of a short leather skirt or pair of tatty cut-off jeans, as the bitter air and ferocity of wind made her quiver with want for something warm the girl picked her pace up as she trudged through the shadows, in search of something to take away this feeling of bitterness. But for once, at least that was generated by external influence. Just so boring drinking alone… It actually having not been the worst day of her life really and perhaps the sort of occasion that some might have seen as a good one, though this was hardly reflected on the face of the femme as she scowled and prowled through the streets in search of the right door to slip inside, she was in rather high spirits really. Well, comparatively so, one might say. Only myself to pull home at the end of the night? Certainly not going out looking for a fight or at least the opportunity to cause a little hurt in order to alleviate her own, as she marched along in a pair of black pants that clung from her form like they were some form of slightly shiny second skin, Nikki actually found that she enjoyed the soft sound of creaking that her leather duo made as she marched along, and with the vibrant beat of her heels clicking along it almost sounded like some sort of rhythm. However, no matter how catchy it was, she was currently too sober to dance to anything really. At last~! The steely siren sensed that something that she could do something about soon as she spied a sign for a bar and even seemed to raise something akin to a smirk because of the sight, as another wicked wind whipped past her and sent yet another tremor up her spine Miss Nakajima headed inside the door that was near it eagerly, and let out a breath of relief as she did so. About damn time I got something good inside me…! It entirely too long since she had the chance to hang from a stool and drink rather a lot more than her fill, at least a good half a day, the girl had worked up a hell of a thirst in the meantime and was rather eager to quench it now that she had the chance… [/div |
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Post by Maximillian Tychus Kane on Jan 22, 2020 19:00:31 GMT -4
A few hours ago.
A young man, recently having aged into a full fledged adult, one who was already rich beyond his wildest dreams, successful in all ventures he had gone through so far. Not a way of making money had he come across and failed to make it into something profitable to him. In fact, according to some of his most recent predictions, one of his recent purchases should pay back in insane quantities, his prediction lying in the minimum of doubling his net worth almost overnight. Not literally, though it spoke of how quickly it should be.
He had joined U.A. before and, while he was expelled for his violent tendencies and deeply ingrained racism, he still proved to himself that he could become tremendously powerful with utmost minimal effort. He had to put such little effort in it that, when he was expelled, he just became his own vigilante, Yuki, ending up doing his first big operation in Shinagawa. Though he wanted MARINE gone as best as he could, he wound up causing some serious damage to one of the big players in the shipping lines.
Yet, he felt dissatisfied.
He won the riches lottery, he won the genetic lottery and he won the quirk lottery. Lost on the love lottery, though.
More than once now. A relationship that petered out and had the girl he liked eventually killed, a friends-with-benefits sort of thing with Yumi that ended up in basically a no-contact when she came to him with basically accusations and not a lot of will to listen to him (perceived, that is) and now the person he had been making plans to propose to just faded. Basically ghosted him and he had no way of finding her. He knew it hadn't been a kidnapping, since being the sort of person that he was, he'd likely know all about it.
No contacts knew anything.
No person he had tortured knew anything.
The ones he had bleeding at his feet didn't know anything either, even if the paranoid and likely drugged up Maximillian insisted that they knew, repeatedly bashing them with an ice baton until they'd give a bullshit confession just to get out of it or blacked out entirely from the pain.
"She really left me, hm. I can see why, I'm apparently such an inadequate fool.
Why do I even try." As hopelessness finally settled in and Maximillian set off into the current blizzard, leaving behind his victims to lick their own wounds, unaware of any possible friends that might not be happy, he had just stepped into the first bar he could find, to drown out his sorrows.
At the present moment.
As cold as ever, and by that it meant that the immediate area around him had actually gathered up frost from his lack of desire or motivation to even keep it at bay, Maxi had gathered more than enough bottles around himself to make up an entire castle, the always reluctant bartender's will always being swayed by the increasingly high "tips" that the young millionaire offered, wishing to drink himself until he couldn't feel anything anymore.
He could still remember why he was here, even if his vision had gotten tripled, so it clearly hadn't been enough -- which made him loudly call for the bartender, throwing a wad of Yen bills that would come to about the equivalent of five hundred pounds and, in his slurred, yet strained and pained words:
"Bring meh moar SAKE! NAOW, or I'll shove one of these bohttles up ya arse!"
The deepest roots of Maxi's upbringing and birth, namely scottish, came through in his Japanese, to the point where even he had questioned himself on why he was speaking that way. Sure, he was technically born in Scotland and raised there until he was around five until he moved to London, but.. still.
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Post by Nikki on Jan 22, 2020 19:03:43 GMT -4
You Looking for someone to Rock Your World~? ❝ “I’ll have a Jack’s…” Moving smoothly enough across the bar with little issue and arriving at the ‘serving point’ with ease, Nikki slipped onto the first empty stool that she saw at the servery with a smack of her lips, and all too quickly was ordering a drink of something delectable to quench her thirst. The approach that she took in this effort one that perhaps spoke just a little bit of quality over quantity really, the beauty in black knew that she did not have much of a desire for beer as she called for something hard but not well endowed with size to settle her desire quickly the black clad beauty, and instead went for something heavier. “In fact, just leave the bottle?” Bubble-filled brew something that was OK when it was the only thing available but for a girl whose tolerance was only getting deeper by the day far too slow and ‘watered down’ for what she wished to achieve, perhaps if she was more used to drinking socially the dark dish might have elected for something that she could enjoy at a slow pace, but she was not. Instead the sort who needed a little bit of liquid encouragement to show any interest in what was around her, it was much more efficient for a woman with a liver of iron like she was to neck something with a bit more ‘bite’ in it, and then see where her evening might take her after that. That guy sure has a big mouth, huh? This particular one seeming to steer her attention toward a loud and crude sounding fellow who occupied the bar with her more out of loudness than any real design, it was hard to miss the bellow of a boy who barely looked old enough to even sniff the apron of a barmaid, and in all honesty Miss Nakajima did not find herself terribly well impressed by it either. Certainly this making out heroine a little bit of a hypocrite given how loud and obnoxious she tended get after she’d had more than a few but the brunette nothing if not blind to certain faults of her own, as she scooped the drink that had been laid out before her up and took a generous sip from what had been served up for her the red eyes she possessed couldn’t help but linger on the form of such a sorry looking soul, and even though she knew it was none of her business she couldn’t help but wonder what had compelled him to get into such a state… |
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Post by Maximillian Tychus Kane on Jan 26, 2020 19:05:48 GMT -4
Life really derailed. From a talented frontrunner in U.A. to a dejected, lonely and depressed rich kid. Not even the booze seemed to help his grieving heart deal with his issues anymore, his mind refusing to just forget what it was stuck on, images of the times he had spent with his beloved, the times they shared each other's company, the times they just had fun or relaxed. Everything hurt him to the point where he eventually gave up on even the act of drinking, deciding to just lay his head on the table, hands slowly slipping off of the table to hang next to his body.
Left to a miserable state of constant sobbing, some of his frozen tears leaking right out of his eyes and into the table, Maxi had found himself to be in the depths of his depression and, somehow, the bartender had yet to get him the new bottle of booze that he had demanded. If he couldn't knock himself out drunk, then what was even the point of coming here and ordering so much alcohol!? He hadn't forced himself to go to the bathroom about a dozen times by now for nothing, he was going to get something out of this.
"Wheeaah.. wheeeer is the scotch!? I ain't aboot to leave this place with all me senses!" Maxi demanded with an even greater deal of anger, tears now streaming down his face, his entire body having lost enough coordination to even realize that his face had grown wet.
Angry as he was, he still didn't have it in him to grow too aggressive. In fact, when it came to depressed drunks, Maxi could be described as "one of the better ones", mostly because he'd get so depressed he didn't even have energy to be too annoying or aggressive. Maxi'd just.. lay his head back down again, back to quietly sobbing to himself, repeatedly muttering the name "Mari", coupled with a few choice words, for example, "Why?", or "Please.", among others.
It was tough, but.. it was going to get tougher. Mostly because Nikki was staring so hard that even someone like him eventually noticed, very slowly turning his head, just enough for one of his eyes to be able to stare directly at the dark haired girl.
And his heart jumped in its spot, a sudden wave of clarity rushing past through the blinding drunken stupor that he had put himself on, the hope of finding Mari somehow right in front of him. There she was, his beloved, his fiancée! Surely, she had gone through some trouble and had to leave without telling him anything -- something that was SO her, she's such a mild-mannered, pure girl who would die before wanting to give him troubles, no matter how many times he tells her that she can trust him.
Yet.. those striking red eyes brought him crashing down to the cold reality.
That hopeful smile, that surprised gasp replaced with a dropping mood, his face completely sealing up, a neutral, dead expression, of closed, resting lips, open yet vacant eyes, surrounded by the shadow of someone who hadn't slept in a week.
He sat down, taking a moment or two to once again look at the person he mistook for the one he had been looking for, just before turning his head back to the table, silently staring at it.
There was no more anger in him. No more complaining to the bartender to give him booze.
Though tears were pattering on the table below him.
And even when he raised his hands to catch his tears and scrub his eyes, they were very quick to come right back. So he gave up, like on everything at this point.
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Steely Siren
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Post by Nikki on Jan 26, 2020 19:12:55 GMT -4
You Looking for someone to Rock Your World~? ❝ I think you need to slow down, or better yet get the hell out, buddy… The brunette certainly not finding herself terribly impressed by the antics of the bronze skinned boy as he seemed to crow with such irritating loudness, even though she tried to ignore the brat and get on with her own thing as a bottle of bourbon was brought to sate her capable consumption rate, much to her own chagrin Miss Nakajima couldn’t help but find her eye line drawn back to that solitary soul that sat shouting in the bar. The antics of the lad almost enough to work the lass into a frenzy of swear words and insults in order to get him to shut the hell up or at least vent some of the annoyance that the red eyed amazon felt listening to him, as she glanced toward the fool one more time and contemplated the notion of putting him in his place, something odd happened that for one reason or another seemed to stay her hand entirely. What’s with that look? The red stare that she sent toward the bellowing boy seeming to coincide perfectly with a gaze that was cast toward the girl herself by him, Nikki suddenly found her annoyance being stifled by something that she saw in the eye of the lout, but didn’t wholly understand why that was. The expression that met her own for a moment seeming to be filled with a sense of joy that suddenly seemed to turn sour a moment later, there was something about the way that he looked at her that felt so… Nice? But the ebony clad enchantress couldn’t fully comprehend why that was. Certainly rather used to spotting guys checking her out and more often than not finding that she was flattered by that for the most part, while Miss Nakajima was quite accustomed to having her well-endowed image appreciated by a stranger and almost as comfortable at taking advantage of such stares, there was something different about that one, at least for the moment that it had lingered on her. Spying the manner in which the drunk had looked so very overjoyed to see her and yet that little moment of eye contact also telling her that such delight was detracted from more than just the delicious features she possessed, and yet what stuck out most in her mind was probably the fact that after this he looked so differently toward her. Guy almost looked disappointed to see me? It really rather incredible how much one can pick up in the space of a second and even more remarkable what could be made of it in the aftermath, there was something in the transition from delight to dejection that drove the steely siren wild, and really seemed to creep under her skin as well. Certainly not having so much vanity or placing so much emphasis on her so called ‘likeability’ that she couldn’t handle the fact that someone didn’t want to look at her or engage her but rather there something about the provocation for his aversion that bugged her, the brunette could see something in that moment that for one reason or another seemed to strike a chord with her, and she simply couldn’t ignore even if she wanted to. It hurt him to see her, or at least, that was what she sensed from that instance of clarity between them. Well, whatever… That really rather confounding and even more so distracting, while she flicked her hair and looked toward the drink she had been given in an effort to dismiss the moment she had shared and move on from it, it oddly seemed to prove a much harder prospect for Nikki to indulge than she immediately assumed. None of my business, is it? Not quite capable of ignoring the fellow from this point on regardless of how much she tried to force herself to, as the brunette began to swig her bottle of booze down she would make quite the effort to not look toward the fool in the bar from this point, but would likely find such a challenge beyond her. And she really had no idea why either… |
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Post by Rosey on Apr 8, 2020 14:05:28 GMT -4
Nikki has 165 exp and gained 15 exp
Maxi has 384 exp and gained 12 exp
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