Realistic or Modern Through the Looking Glass

[Xan]

ORION LOVELL

Orion set the gun down back on Ivan's desk, alongside his switchblade, and swiveled in his chair, propping his get up on a nearby chair. He wasn't entirely sure he was actually going to take the gun, but for now he would think about it. It was one thing to consider using a gun and another to have one almost the exact instant you decided that.


"You could aware say there was a spider. The best method of elimination is, after all, annihilation." He watched Ivan hit the poster (almost) dead-on and he made an impressed noise in the back of his throat. But then again, he didn't have aim worth a shit, and would be impressed if someone made a paper ball into a wastebasket.


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Ivan cringed at the only mention of arachnoids, and his answer came along with a disgusted face.

"Had there been a spider, I'd burn this place down."

His eyes had followed Orion's hand as he placed the gun back on the desk, and the Russian found himself wondering if the blonde would have taken it. Immediately after, he also found himself wondering why he cared so much.

There was something oddly familiar about the frail Rabbit, a feeling he couldn't really identify.

"This city is so shitty, why do I live here?"

In truth Ivan's house was quite appreciatable: medium in size but with modern and clean furnitures. Was it for the Cheshire he would have most likely taken a bigger house, but Reina had told him to fly low since authorities would get suspicious if they noticed someone his age with all that money.

Raising his body with a sigh and walking to the poster to retrieve the throwed knife he also took the occasion to change station on the radio, which quickly gave out some modern pop music tune.

"Oh, I like this one." He grinned, singing along with as he returned to his seat.

But the lyrics he usually knew now didn't make it to his head, so he casually mumbled the bits he didn't remember.

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[Xan]

The face Ivan had made at the mention of spiders had cause Orion let out a short bark of laughter. "Nothing can have that many legs and not be inherently evil," the blonde half-agreed, letting his hand reach up to tug the elastic band from his hair, which had been falling for the past hour.


His hair actually looked much longer when it fully down and he absently jerked his fingers through a couple of the tangles once it was loose. Much better.


One thing he certainly hasn't been expecting was to witness a grown man singing along to some Katy Perry-esque tune and even worse, he found himself humming along. Not that he knew the lyrics, only the tune. But it was close enough to create a sort of half-meshed harmony.

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[Couldyoustfu]

He observed with the corner of his eye as Orion worked through his now free hair, smirking as yet another nickname came to mind.

"Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair, so that I may climb the Mad Hatter stair."

Satisfied with his little taunt Ivan took out his work phone, having heard a buzz, but frowned at the realization it his personal one that had received a message.

Still frowning confusedly he opened it, letting out a tired scoff upon seeing who exactly had sent that to him. The cyrillic made it so that Ivan didn't bother hiding the screen from Orion, doubting the Rabbit knew any russian.

From: Dmitrj

To: Ivan

"Our grandmother passed away last night, just wanted to let you know."

Out of all his brothers Dmitrj had been the only one who still tried to keep in contact with Ivan, but it was too late. Because he too had never bothered with the Cheshire along with Yuri, Nicolai and Johan, and his sad attempts at reconciliation had never impressed him in the slightest.

"Family." He muttered with a shake of his head to no one in particular, before writing back.

From: Ivan

To: Dmitrj

"Don't wait for me at the funeral."

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[Xan]

Childishly, the clever taunt made Orion's feature wrinkle and his tongue stick out, shooting his elastic at Ivan. "Very clever. I charge extra for people who give me stupid nicknames." The blonde retorted, even though there's never be a situation where'd he'd even have to sell to Ivan.


He watched Ivan, glancing at the messages on the screen instinctly only to find ones he couldn't read. Fair enough. Upon to hearing Ivan's scoff, he raised his eyebrows.


"Bad news?"


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He moved his glare to Orion on instinct, only letting his features relax at his question. Throwing his phone back on the desk he made a causal noise, extracting one of his many bottles of vodka from the third drawer.

"Someone who I didn't care about died, that's neutral news." He let the cap fall on the ground, taking a few sips of the strong liquid. "And they want me flying all the way back to Petersburg for that witch's funeral? No way."

His teeth bit mercilessly at the inside of his cheek, had the rest of the family known of Dmitrj trying to contact him? He suspected not, else they would have had him stop already. Setting the large bottle on the desk he motioned toward it for Orion, just in case he wanted yet another thrill.

"Unbelievable." He muttered in russian, glaring at the tattoo on his bicep. In big letters and with a thin line to 'cancel' it the writing read: отел.

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[Xan]

"I won't claim to know much about family or the trials that come with it, but it sounds tough," the blonde offered, eyebrows pulling together. He almost let out a snort at the sudden appear of the bottle.


Ivan certainly wasn't lacking in anything in his lab, that was sure.





"So you're Russian." Orion said, more to himself. "I've never heard a Russian accent that wasn't from a shitty movie before, so I had no way to tell if yours was real or not." The blonde said lightly, a bit weary on commenting on the ways of families that weren't his. He'd only ever met his father's extended family a handful of times, and it wasn't as if he was related to any of them by blood.


Orion already knew drinking straight vodka was a recipe for trouble, but he took a small sip anyways, figuring that if you're going to get fucked up, you should take a few ques from a Russian man.





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"Tough?" Ivan questioned, raising an eyebrow to the ceiling "It's not, it's hilarious. Hilarious how such dysfunctional individuals pretend to keep something together." A short chuckle left him, where was all his secrecy now?

At Orion's reasoning the chemist snorted, nodding his head only so slightly.

"An half from Moscow and the other half from Siberia, can't be more Russian than that."

In the years of his 'exile' from his motherland Ivan's accent had toned down drastically, but it was still easily hearable.

Observing Orion drink, and knowing he'd feel somehow responsible had the guy blacked out, he tried to change subject.

"How about you? I suppose you're a yankee huh?"

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[Xan]

Orion coughed and schooled his features with careful attention as he swallowed, willing himself not to make a face as his least favorite type of alcohol burned the back of his throat. "Better to pretend like you have something together then just be a wreck." He offered. "Maybe tough isn't the word for it. Annoying, maybe."


He knocked back another gulp and handed Ivan back his bottle of abomination.


"I have no idea. I'm adopted and they never included the details. I mean I suspect I'm American." He said with a small shrug, leaning back in his chair.





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[Couldyoustfu]

Ivan took the bottle, feeling it's glass under his digits.

"I suppose so." He took another couple of gulps before setting the now closed alcohol back in the desk.

While Orion leaned back in his chair, the Russian leaned forward in his, resting his arms on his own knees.

"Oh, that's interesting." Back in Russia he remembered a duo of adopted twins, both as dark as ebony, who stood out the most at their school. They didn't talk that much.

"So, let's do a recap. You were adopted by a poor librarian so you started selling drugs for living, and now you're possibly in the most researched gang of the moment in US." The twenty one year old suddenly regretted putting the vodka back in place, but felt enough satisfied with the buzz in his head clouding his judgment.

After all who was there to say Orion would have taken lightly Ivan's summary?

But the question didn't make it to his alterated mind.

"It is true that we all have issues, then."

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[Xan]

He was probably the most relaxed he'd been in a couple months, even it was a purely chemical calm. It was the sort that relaxed his muscles and made him smile more, even though he usually tried to resist the latter, knowing that a stern look usually helped people take him more seriously.


He was a bit pass the point where he could physically help it. And when he smiled, it was a bright one, different then his usual muted or moody facial expressions. "Is it interesting? Just seems like another fact of life to me," he murmured, folding his arms across his chest.


"I think when I started selling my reasoning was a bit more selfish than that. I never had a clue of what I wanted to do with my life, so I opted out of deciding and just sold drugs. It's easy, I know how to do it well. So," he let his hands flounder in the air for a moment before letting it fall against his knee, a bit at a loss before pushing his face into his hands with a "Ugh, I'm starting to get drunk" groan.





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[Couldyoustfu]

Ivan still wore an expressionless mask on his face, but he frowned at the mention of 'selfish'.

"What is there more selfish of money?" He scoffed, biting at his middle's finger nail.

"What you did was kinda lazy. I chose to deal a dangerous drug in another country for money, now that's fucking selfish, I could have been fine with methamphetamine but no, of course not, I had to make more." He said the last part with an hint of sarcasm.

It had always been a side effect of his to overlook things a little bit too much once drunk or high. He was both.

The Russian smiled so slightly as Orion gave a show of his inebriated state, so he answered but only after having scratched his forehead thoroughly.

A giggle left his mouth as an idea hit him.

Then, dramatically raising his head, Ivan spoke in an exaggeratedly guilty tone.

"I have to be honest, I brought you here and drugged you to molest you."

He tried to keep a straight face, but a grin threatened to crack his mask of sincerity.

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[Xan]

"I mean, I had top grades. When my year graduated, I gave some bullshit speech about hopes, dreams, and staying on the straight and narrow path, as if I hadn't been selling to over half of the graduating class since I was 16. That's pretty selfish." Orion said derisively, roughly pushing a few strands of hair out of his face.


It wasn't as if he felt guilty, he never had, but it was irritating the level of blind faith a small town school would put into some kid just because he happened to do better than everyone else.


Upon hearing the giggle, Orion glanced up at Ivan, hands falling from his face and he let out a snort. "That would make some sense. I was already starting to peg you as the sort that likes pretty boys." He said, sounding completely serious, even if he was 30% certain the other was joking. Probably.





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"Oh, no, I'm only playing." Ivan raised his palms in a defensive mode, smiling ever so crookedly "I have this weird fetish for consensual sex, how dirty of me." The Russian snorted to himself, had Orion actually taken him seriously?


"And I do also like pretty boys, I like anything pretty actually. That may be the reason for why I may look a little sullen during work hours. What is there of pretty about making hallucinogens?" The chemist smirked, lighting himself a cigarette and offering one for Orion to take.


But as always curiosity had the better of him and Ivan listened intently as the blonde spoke of his past. "Top grades you say? Then why didn't you get one of those...yeah, I don't know the name in english. Those that make you go to university for free."

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[Xan]

(I hate Orion's post format so this is me changing it)


Orion Lovell







He gave Ivan a dirty look, sitting up and punching him in the knee. "I have no way of knowing that and you're not the first person to try and say shit like that me." He complained, sitting back with a quiet 'hrmph'.


He felt a bit dumb, but it wasn't his fault he was intoxicated enough to be off his intuition game. Which was his fault, but for now, he was going to make it Ivan's fault.


"You're right. And here I thought the chemists just all had resting bitch face," the blonde said, trying to resist the urge to comment on Ivan's admission of actually liking pretty boys, and that his prediction was spot on.


He shook his his head at the offer of a cigarettes. "Don't like the smell." The blonde said, before a small indent formed between his eyebrows, "And do you mean scholarships? Yeah, I had, like, two. But y'know. Bad choices." He wasn't nearly eloquent when he was drunk or high (or drunk AND high) as he was sober.

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Ivan rubbed his knee where Orion had it with a fake hurt expression, pouting at the blonde's rant.

At his comment of the Cheshire, he answered back with a bite of his own.

"And here I thought all the Rabbits were dumb." He smirked in satisfaction at his joke, putting the cigarettes back as Orion refused them. Raising the pitch of his voice but making it sound more annoying Ivan imitated Orion's position and muttered in his same tone.

"Don't like that smell."

Done with a small chuckle he listened intently to Orion's talk about scholarships.

"Yes, that's the name. I never had time to even finish high school, fucking Petranov, else I'd be full of them. After all I am a genius." His tone was sarcastic but it wasn't completely false.

Before leaving Russia, and most of all before getting started on drugs, Ivan had top grades in most subjects, especially scientific one.

He would of have been perfect for his father's factory, but things don't always go our way.

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[Xan]

Orion Lovell




Orion just made a face at Ivan, nose wrinkling, deciding not to gift that comment with anything other than a quiet kick at his shin then quickly considers giving him another one as he mocks him.


So, in retaliation, he leaned over, pressing the palm of his hand against Ivan's chest and went, in a thick, mocking Russian accent, "Oh sorry, that was kinda molesting of me," he snorted, and pulled away.


"Well, if you're smart enough to work with chemicals and not make a fucking mess, I'd say you probably didn't need a highschool degree anyways," the blonde suggested, crossing his arms.


It was getting late, Orion could confirm from looking out the lab door, down the hall at the darkening sunlight on the wall. "Poor Clover, she going to hate me even more than she already does," he murmured, mostly to himself, and he would leave if not for his ever growing conundrum that he wasn't actually sober enough to safely transverse anywhere.

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Ivan just kept laughing, finding humor in everything only thanks to the earlier blunt and the vodka that had followed.

"You're so violent, stop hitting me."

Snorting loudly at Orion's imitation he smacked the palm of his tattooed hand against his forehead, suddenly unable to form correct words.

"I, do-You," He took in a deep breath "I don't fucking sound like that." He smacked the blonde's hand away with his own.

At the Rabbit's compliment he let out a pleased noise, raising his chin so slightly.

"I would have been that smart even without going to elementary school, I'm naturally smart." Ivan said, only half-joking.

He followed Orion's gaze to the door, noticing too how darkness had taken over the light.

"Clover?" He raised an eyebrow "Another bunny of yours?"

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[Xan]

Orion Lovell







Orion retracted his hand that Ivan had hit, holding it against his chest. "Oh please, as if it's actually hurting you." The blonde retorted, swishing his hair over his shoulder. "Of course not. The Russian man doesn't sound Russian." He sounded amused, and he stood up, stretching absently and moving to where he had dropped his bag, bending over to pick it up and set it on a desk.


"Clover is a cat," he explained, pulling out his personal phone. A picture of a large orange cat with long fur and a surly looking expression popped up on his lock screen and he turned it towards Ivan so the other could see. "She's a really opinionated cat, you see," the blonde admitted, leaning against the edge of the desk.


"She only likes food I cook for her and she will hide from me for hours if I try to give her normal cat food," Orion said, almost looking fond of such a terrible creature. He loves his piece of shit cat.

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Ivan frowned to put the pictures before his eyes into focus, nodding his head lightly at the rad mass of fur. The Russian had never really had pets, because the large husky that had once tried to bit his hand off couldn't be called that, and didn't want any. Where to find the time for such fragile creatures that needed assistance every living moment?

"I suppose your food is hyper caloric, poor Clover." He commented, referring to the seemingly obese cat. Backing a little from the bright glow of the picture the Cheshire smiled despite himself, finding it curious how someone that sold such deadly drugs had so much care for an animal.

"She's redhead, redheads are always the bitchiest, right?"

He'd heard the fact somewhere but wasn't completely sure of it being true.

Suddenly feeling the Californian heat fade more and more with the night's income he lowered the AC slightly, luckily finding it's remote control in a reachable place.

"This place is so hot, and it never snows. What state can be respectful without snow?"​

 

[Xan]

Orion Lovell




Orion clicked his tongue, tossing his phone onto the desk and pushed himself up to sit on the edge. "She's not fat or anything," the blonde said, sounding incensed. "I feed her very healthy things- do you think it's caloric, I mean, I googled what I should feed her-" he frowned, suddenly looking very concerned with the thought that he was slowly feeding his cat to death. She was just a big breed of cat, right?


"I mean- maybe that's it. She's still a nice cat. I like her." Orion leaned back on his palms, and despite said Californian heat, it usually didn't bother him unless he did an unusually large amount of walking.


"Of course you would think that. I've only even seen snow a handful of times in my 20 years of living, so I wouldn't know." The male said, making a face at the thought of the usually cold, wet flakes that he sometimes saw in winter as kid, the kind that never actually stuck to the ground.

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[Aio]

Reina De Corazones





Reina watched as Ivan left before turning to Gunny and sighing. "So what do you think about selling to the richies? I mean it could bring in a lot of profit but I'm just worried if one of my rabbits gets caught by the court. I know they are loyal but with loyalty, there is always an extent." Sitting back down on the plush red couch she looked at her other half and smiled. She truly valued every word Gunny said seeing they were both in this together and where Reina lacked Gunny made up.


@Narcissy

Alistair Little


Alister picked the drug, handing the rabbit the money before turning to look over at Tyler and signing. Turning back down to his money he counted it again before nodding to himself. "I got enough for two meals down at the dinner if you want something. Though you'll have to share some of that MH. " He pointed to him before turning to walk away. Shoving the MH in his pockets, keeping his head down as he walked out of the ally way. He was just slow enough for Tyler to catch up if he really wanted a meal, but fast enough to look as if he didn't care either way, even though he really did. If this drug really did anything it was to pull people away from others, Alister couldn't remember the last time he had spoken to someone other that the rabbits. It was almost unnerving.


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[Neko Mimi]

(OH MY F**CKING GOD!! I CAN"T BELIEVE THAT IT HAS STARTED AND FOR 4 PAGES I HAD NO F**CKING IDEA!! OKAY!! OKay!! chill chill...WHERE D HELL M I SUPPOSE TO CONTINUE OFF!?!? btw I only know this before a certain THING happens and may not be on for a bit and pleeeeease some one fill me in thankies*despairing sigh*)

On the branch of a lone tree in a random deserted park quite a distance away from Yonder, hidden in the shades the swarm of leaves has created, Charleigh sat there and stared at the her little pouch that used to contain so many of her precious MH for her to devour, but she had consumed more than she'd expected for the last few days of her little road trip, which may or may not have been approved by her Majesty.


But she doesn't care, 'I'm a free cat' she told to herself. 'There's too much amusement to be missed when I stay in only one place, it’s impossible.' It had been quite a satisfying trip she had this 38th time, even for a few day she had witness the sweet despair that the MH drug had befallen upon Yonder, lives loss, tears shed, the people falling one by one like dominoes from heaven plunging straight to hell was so wonderful her mind was this close to melting like ice in warm summers day. She swiftly jumps off the branch and lands gracefully on the ground, her long multi-colored hair defies gravity and sways every step she took, Her heels clicked on as she strolled out the park.


She walked on without any destination in mind, 'Hm....Should I return back to HQ? But as much as I want to make more MH looking at the stupid A-holes' (Alchemist and Ainsley lel) faces will definitely piss me off with diapies and Gun-bitch might tattle on me with her bj-mouth, Queeny-dear won't be so happy with my lil' escapade too....' she took a left around the corner, 'but against all odds I should go back and get more of them goodies, they're worth the ugly visages I'll have t'face,' she took another left and jumped over a bush, 'Hopefully I won't run into any of them White Queens' dogs, their heads are stuffed with rainbows an justice other than Thanksgiving turkey stuffings,' she stopped wondering off for a minute 'but for now...' "Where in the Lewis Ca*roll's Wonderland am I?"She looked around at her surroundings, it took a while for her to realizeshe's still in the abadoned park, "Better skadaddle~" and head towards the arch gates. She felt the drugs slowly wearing off and hasten her pace out the park.

(Sorry this was rushed, please i beg anybody, interact with me so i can do something and maybe catch on up, apologies for my idiocy...orz....)(will edit if well....anything)Despair