The Peanut Butter Thing
BasiliskVeranda
80s Trash
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[div class=handsomedevil] [div class=speakeasy]"To go wrong in one`s own way is better than to go right in someone else's." [/div]
ππππππ ππππ ππππ
[div class=speakeasy2]ππππππππ β HQ Foyer
πππ β Adisa, I'm moving this along, buddy, since we are running out of time to wrap up the Vampire event. Hell Mom gave me the orderz.
ππππ β Firebending Snake Boi
Kaas
| Hot Angel Copy
Hell0NHighWater
| The Best State
Chise_Robin_
I got your water, mate (kinda?) |
Lakyr
πππ β BETH GIBBONS - SPIDER MONKEY, then the kick BEASTIE BOYS - SABOTAGE[/div]
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[/div][div class=speakeasy]βThe man who has a conscience suffers whilst acknowledging his sin. That is his punishment.β [/div][/div][div class=speaks]As the blond made eye contact with their resident witch doctor, fire wielder, and snake whisperer extraordinaire, a sinking feeling burrowed its way into the pit of his stomach. It seemed like Adisa was staring into the depths of his soul, but Nik didn't care, even as the inkling of something sinister or perhaps just dark wound through the other's gaze, and into his own dark blue eyes. Because there was nothing to hide. If asked, he'd show all the swatches of paint that made up his person.
This strange glimpse into Nik's soul, or perhaps his frame of mind, or perhaps something else entirely, made the blond raise his eyebrow to the point of creating a nigh acute angle. Was he digging beneath the depths, not unlike Stella had the power to? Was he trying to divine some answer to Nik's plea? Was he stoned somehow, and if so, where was the weed?
Or maybe it was just all in Nik's head. A bad feeling, that's it.
"Can you justβ"
"You think a stone can cure you?" The other man began to cackle, and Nik's brows drew down into a look he didn't often give other people, if he could help it. A deadpan settling of his strong brows, flattened, eyes burrowing into the other man's face like a blade across skin, or perhaps a palette knife on a thickly laden canvas. This wasn't amusing, it wasn't fun and games, it wasn't some wry thing to laugh at.
"If you're doing that annoying thing Stella does, please dβ"
"It can't take the sickness away, it's a part of you now. But it can push it back, keep you as you." Nik's gaze dropped away from irritation into something...not unlike hope. Here, even just over the scantest span of time, he found a new home. Here, he realized the darkness that trickled down his spine was no macabre romance. He wanted to stay, to be himself. And not dip his hands down into the guts of his friends, for shits and giggles. But it pressed there, it screamed at him, his little warning ghost and stupid pseudo-intellectual quotes waging war against what it wanted of him.
Whatever it truly was.
"May I see it?" Adisa stretched out his shaking hand, and Nik passed him the stone, fingers uncurling to leave it behind in his palm.
"...thank you," Nik said, the short sentence light and warm. Like a mist of white acrylic on a blackened landscape, barely there but seen. Nik was about to pull his hand away, but the other man grasped him tightly at the wrist. Tilting his head to the side, the blond stared at Adisa from beneath strong brows, a deep indigo stare, questioning, wanting his hand back, but also wondering if this was the part of the process. His brow quirked.
He also wondered if part of the process was him being cryptic or not telling him what the hell was going on.
Adisa began to chant in a language that was foreign to Nik, but if we're speaking realistically here, Nik had been sheltered by much of this for a long time. Everything was foreign to him. Despite what the Witch in Queens had taught him, despite what blessed people he had known in his lifeβa fair-haired nurse with a heart of gold, and as always, possibly Dianaβhe kept the demons and the magic in his art.
He hadn't truly wanted to ever believe in any of this. He had wanted to stick one foot into hell, enjoy the sin of it all, romanticize it, cavort around like a hellion, and pretend the real stuff wasn't actually real.
Until it caught up with him, apparently, and Satan tried to make him his bitch, or something equally daft.
Ignorance is bliss, they say.
The air around Nik slowly grew heavier, as the man retained his wrist, striking him forward so that the two were far too close for comfort. Nik made a noise of annoyance, his jaw clenching, and the chanting grew louder. Dayglow, almost neon, lights blazed against the heavy dark air, in letters and symbols he didn't quite understand. This was outside of his realm of expertise. He could stab things, play grab-ass, run fast, paint, stitch people up, crack a joke, and that was about it. A bit simple, in that aspect.
But that was the only way he kept sane. When you think too much on things you don't understand, you can drive yourself mad.
Adisa's eyes put forth an unnatural light, his irises drawing Nik closer, who was staring but also quite uncomfortable. He wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, however. Straining his arm, Adisa whipped it palm forward, and placed the stone in his fist, closing his weathered fingers around Nik's own to clasp it.
Then, it got real.
Tearing from his veins, black as pitch, like a toxin being sucked out through a straw the size of a needle point, through his skin, coursing white-hot heat through his hand, it spun into that stone in his grasp. Nik could see it crawling like a spider's web, dark and dauntless, trying to grab hold of him still, trying its best to nestle within the warmth of his body. Nik clenched his teeth, and grimaced through the pain, and spat out a sentence peppered with cussing. He snarled it out, pissed off that he even had to go through this to begin with.
"For fucks sake, Iβdon't even...Know. Why it fucking. Wanted. Me, inβThe first place. You fuckβGod damn...mother FUCKER...Satan can dere-lick my ballsβ" Nik's sentence ended with the stone searing hot in his palm. He dropped it, it clattered to the floor, stained red like blood. Adisa's fingers around his wrist began to lax. Until they pulled away completely, and Nik's arm ached from whatever hurricane had blasted through his body.
"Thanks, Snake Charmer...God that hurt like getting my arm fucked in half by a two-by-four..." he spat out, falling back on his rear, and then slumping onto the ground with his arms laying flat at his sides. The sin within him felt...dissipated. Perhaps, lighter. All he knew was that his gas tank had been filled up a bit, and he was grateful for it.
"Now I just have to find a spoon..."
"What did I do to deserve...Hey! That's myβ" Nik reared up in a flash, sweeping forward in a bolt, stopping with deft precision, knees to ground, tips of his fingers to ground, palm to ground, and struck out a hard kick at the man holding his fucking gigantic jar of peanut butter, right in the side of the ass cheek. The water bottle he had gotten for James went flying from his pocket haphazardly the moment his shoe connected with butt, and managed to roll near James enough to be seen.
Pure. Stupid. Luck.
He hadn't yet realized it was Rhys, but he should've, as he had studied the back of the man to the point he'd probably be able to pick it out of a line-up. Perhaps Nik was just exhausted from whatever had just happened, his mind drained, and so he mistook the quarter-view of the haunches he saw for someone else's.
Or maybe he was ruffled that he had to go through whatever the fuck had just happened.
The kick resounded with a loud thwack, and Nik popped back and rose to his feet.
"Oh. Hi, Rhys."
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[div class=handsomedevil] [div class=speakeasy]"To go wrong in one`s own way is better than to go right in someone else's." [/div]
ππππππ ππππ ππππ
[div class=speakeasy2]ππππππππ β HQ Foyer
πππ β Adisa, I'm moving this along, buddy, since we are running out of time to wrap up the Vampire event. Hell Mom gave me the orderz.
ππππ β Firebending Snake Boi
Kaas
| Hot Angel Copy
Hell0NHighWater
| The Best State
Chise_Robin_
I got your water, mate (kinda?) |
Lakyr
πππ β BETH GIBBONS - SPIDER MONKEY, then the kick BEASTIE BOYS - SABOTAGE[/div]
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[/div][div class=speakeasy]βThe man who has a conscience suffers whilst acknowledging his sin. That is his punishment.β [/div][/div][div class=speaks]As the blond made eye contact with their resident witch doctor, fire wielder, and snake whisperer extraordinaire, a sinking feeling burrowed its way into the pit of his stomach. It seemed like Adisa was staring into the depths of his soul, but Nik didn't care, even as the inkling of something sinister or perhaps just dark wound through the other's gaze, and into his own dark blue eyes. Because there was nothing to hide. If asked, he'd show all the swatches of paint that made up his person.This strange glimpse into Nik's soul, or perhaps his frame of mind, or perhaps something else entirely, made the blond raise his eyebrow to the point of creating a nigh acute angle. Was he digging beneath the depths, not unlike Stella had the power to? Was he trying to divine some answer to Nik's plea? Was he stoned somehow, and if so, where was the weed?
Or maybe it was just all in Nik's head. A bad feeling, that's it.
"Can you justβ"
"You think a stone can cure you?" The other man began to cackle, and Nik's brows drew down into a look he didn't often give other people, if he could help it. A deadpan settling of his strong brows, flattened, eyes burrowing into the other man's face like a blade across skin, or perhaps a palette knife on a thickly laden canvas. This wasn't amusing, it wasn't fun and games, it wasn't some wry thing to laugh at.
"If you're doing that annoying thing Stella does, please dβ"
"It can't take the sickness away, it's a part of you now. But it can push it back, keep you as you." Nik's gaze dropped away from irritation into something...not unlike hope. Here, even just over the scantest span of time, he found a new home. Here, he realized the darkness that trickled down his spine was no macabre romance. He wanted to stay, to be himself. And not dip his hands down into the guts of his friends, for shits and giggles. But it pressed there, it screamed at him, his little warning ghost and stupid pseudo-intellectual quotes waging war against what it wanted of him.
Whatever it truly was.
"May I see it?" Adisa stretched out his shaking hand, and Nik passed him the stone, fingers uncurling to leave it behind in his palm.
"...thank you," Nik said, the short sentence light and warm. Like a mist of white acrylic on a blackened landscape, barely there but seen. Nik was about to pull his hand away, but the other man grasped him tightly at the wrist. Tilting his head to the side, the blond stared at Adisa from beneath strong brows, a deep indigo stare, questioning, wanting his hand back, but also wondering if this was the part of the process. His brow quirked.
He also wondered if part of the process was him being cryptic or not telling him what the hell was going on.
Adisa began to chant in a language that was foreign to Nik, but if we're speaking realistically here, Nik had been sheltered by much of this for a long time. Everything was foreign to him. Despite what the Witch in Queens had taught him, despite what blessed people he had known in his lifeβa fair-haired nurse with a heart of gold, and as always, possibly Dianaβhe kept the demons and the magic in his art.
He hadn't truly wanted to ever believe in any of this. He had wanted to stick one foot into hell, enjoy the sin of it all, romanticize it, cavort around like a hellion, and pretend the real stuff wasn't actually real.
Until it caught up with him, apparently, and Satan tried to make him his bitch, or something equally daft.
Ignorance is bliss, they say.
The air around Nik slowly grew heavier, as the man retained his wrist, striking him forward so that the two were far too close for comfort. Nik made a noise of annoyance, his jaw clenching, and the chanting grew louder. Dayglow, almost neon, lights blazed against the heavy dark air, in letters and symbols he didn't quite understand. This was outside of his realm of expertise. He could stab things, play grab-ass, run fast, paint, stitch people up, crack a joke, and that was about it. A bit simple, in that aspect.
But that was the only way he kept sane. When you think too much on things you don't understand, you can drive yourself mad.
Adisa's eyes put forth an unnatural light, his irises drawing Nik closer, who was staring but also quite uncomfortable. He wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, however. Straining his arm, Adisa whipped it palm forward, and placed the stone in his fist, closing his weathered fingers around Nik's own to clasp it.
Then, it got real.
Tearing from his veins, black as pitch, like a toxin being sucked out through a straw the size of a needle point, through his skin, coursing white-hot heat through his hand, it spun into that stone in his grasp. Nik could see it crawling like a spider's web, dark and dauntless, trying to grab hold of him still, trying its best to nestle within the warmth of his body. Nik clenched his teeth, and grimaced through the pain, and spat out a sentence peppered with cussing. He snarled it out, pissed off that he even had to go through this to begin with.
"For fucks sake, Iβdon't even...Know. Why it fucking. Wanted. Me, inβThe first place. You fuckβGod damn...mother FUCKER...Satan can dere-lick my ballsβ" Nik's sentence ended with the stone searing hot in his palm. He dropped it, it clattered to the floor, stained red like blood. Adisa's fingers around his wrist began to lax. Until they pulled away completely, and Nik's arm ached from whatever hurricane had blasted through his body.
"Thanks, Snake Charmer...God that hurt like getting my arm fucked in half by a two-by-four..." he spat out, falling back on his rear, and then slumping onto the ground with his arms laying flat at his sides. The sin within him felt...dissipated. Perhaps, lighter. All he knew was that his gas tank had been filled up a bit, and he was grateful for it.
"Now I just have to find a spoon..."
"What did I do to deserve...Hey! That's myβ" Nik reared up in a flash, sweeping forward in a bolt, stopping with deft precision, knees to ground, tips of his fingers to ground, palm to ground, and struck out a hard kick at the man holding his fucking gigantic jar of peanut butter, right in the side of the ass cheek. The water bottle he had gotten for James went flying from his pocket haphazardly the moment his shoe connected with butt, and managed to roll near James enough to be seen.
Pure. Stupid. Luck.
He hadn't yet realized it was Rhys, but he should've, as he had studied the back of the man to the point he'd probably be able to pick it out of a line-up. Perhaps Nik was just exhausted from whatever had just happened, his mind drained, and so he mistook the quarter-view of the haunches he saw for someone else's.
Or maybe he was ruffled that he had to go through whatever the fuck had just happened.
The kick resounded with a loud thwack, and Nik popped back and rose to his feet.
"Oh. Hi, Rhys."
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