DaftJive

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@Tlazolteotl personally im jist here for the ride n seein what vicis n damien have goin on 😎
@Stanifly nothin wrong w vicis bein helpful to the pathetic sopping wet cat stranger ❤️ (goodluck w ur classes btw!)

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Silas’ Catharsis

@Stanifly@silver21

Stylus. Silas exhales with the slightest quirk of his lips at the play on his name. He ain’t heard that one before. Better than Vicis speaking his name like he’s testing it and Silas as a whole. Or he isn’t and Silas just feels paranoid with the way he moves like he’s trying to intimidate him or assert some sorta dominance.

To be fair, the sort of inhuman way he consumed his dinner was… Interesting. What is he? A snake? He ate it like one would to a rat. Whatever. This place is clearly not normal considering what he said.

”What led you to this merry little circle of monsters?”
Monsters. Literally? Silas wonders on that, especially when he mentions Damien coming from Hell. Literally?

… Whatever.

“Mm… I dunno,” Silas says eloquently. That’s not good enough. He decides to recount his whole entrance in more detail, words just slightly jumbled together, “I jus’ sorta got to the doors with a killer migraine ‘nd shit – still have head pain by the way – ‘nd went to the bar, chick stole my drink, now I’m here with y’two fine gents.”

Though, he spares a glance at the childish neon bandaids still adorning his fingers and such while wrapped around his glass, the bruises on his knuckles. Maybe he's here for another reason entirely, but honestly, he sorta doesn't wanna think about it just yet. After his drink perhaps. Or another. It depends.

Silas' perception

Vicis eating his food whole was probably just really uncanny to Silas but not completely inhuman, yet to someone who's less out of it it probably did look more impossible for a regular human to do huhuhu.

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@BaronOBeefDip u should go in anyway honestly instead of waitin ;_; better 2 b safe especially if ur losin sleep from the pain sti... feel better tho 🥺

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@Stanifly anythign is possible.... i think his behavior as one would be interestin to see in ur Official perspective as well instead of just how Silas sees him so far as merely Some Guy alrdy rn 😂 but thats ur choice, hes fun either way 🙏

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Silas’ Catharsis

@Stanifly@silver21

Nice names, Silas thinks internally with an idle nod, taking another slow drink of his glass.

Damien asks if he has a name with a lean in his space that subconsciously makes Silas tense just slightly and stupidly he wants to just say ‘no, I don’t have one’. A very lame ‘joke’ and pathetic excuse to remain detached from them, they’ll forget his name soon anyway like he will to them.

Still, he tries to get comfortable and leans back in his seat to respond, “I’m Silas.”

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Silas’ Catharsis

@Stanifly@Tlazolteotl@silver21

Silas feels subtle irritation as soon as the woman jacks his drink before he can even grab it and has him follow her, but he can’t really complain, she’s not exactly doing anything wrong. Until she leaves him alone with two interesting looking men. Now he could say she’s wronged him. But he supposes he’s technically getting what he wants by her ditching him and giving him something else to be entertained by. Plus, hard to be pissed when she winks at him before abandoning him, she’s just got that type of vibe that makes him unable to dislike her.

His expression twitches with maybe an awkward grin at the two when they actually welcome him after he turns to them, the smaller guy scooting to give him room to sit on his side of the booth. Polite of him. Silas’ not anxious per se, but he’s just not good with people as demonstrated with his astounding five second conversation with the girl who left him here. Regardless, Silas sits down and takes his glass to give a tiny raise of it to the two new individuals in silent greeting.

Words, say some words.

He lowers his drink to take a swig of it instead of actually speaking because he needs a second to think of something. He clicks his tongue after, the drink quite sweet with the slightest burn at the end. Beautiful.

Despite the minor nerves of being here though, the music and lighting is much less overstimulating, less grating on his head, which should hopefully be fixed soon with the drink. He feels at ease actually a bit next to the other smaller male. Perhaps his size makes him less intimidating than the sharper looking guy across from him who… Feels kinda… Intense?

Would he say intense? Just the look in his eyes and the way his fingers tap against the table makes Silas feel like the guy’s gonna dissect him with just his stare and snide looking smirk.

Still, he’s gotta say something.

“Thanks for bein’ my new company,” Silas starts simply, hopefully sounding interested in a way that doesn’t sound like he dreads talking and doing it out of obligation. He is, but he’s gotta be nice. It’s manners, he has a feeling the sharper guy across from him would especially value manners based on his speech style from the few words he’s spoken and Silas isn’t trying to annoy anybody intentionally just yet.

“Y’guys got names?” He asks with a head tilt. Of course they have names, what is he? Stupid? Tired and fucked up maybe still, Silas can only pray his head stops throbbing like he’s got a hangover or survived an overdose soon, he can’t do this shit right now.

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Silas

Pronunciation: Sigh-less

Age: Early 20s
Gender: Male
Height: 5’10
Voice: His voice is reedy, not very deep in pitch. He doesn’t sound like a teen boy though despite the higher pitch, there’s a maturity to it. His general tone remains flat and sarcastic with an ever present disinterest in it. Accent is slightly western and gangsta (He thinks he’s so cool for it).
Appearance: Very dark brown tired looking eyes that just look black and empty, medium length dirty blonde hair, and a small soulpatch on his chin. Silas has many tattoos covering his body from full inked sleeves on both arms to his hands and fingers. He looks grungy in terms of the actual style and he generally looks like a stray dog with mange from his addictions and exhaustion.

Silas visually bc describin his appearance isnt enough

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@silver21 brilliant okok i got u :catnod: i will just keep this One bit of him hearin her words in my og reply since i alrdy posted it but nothin more after if that is Ok 🙏🥹

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whoever does NOT wanna b perceived by silas lemme know.... just wanna b Sure with stuff 👁

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Silas’ Catharsis

@Stanifly@Tlazolteotl@silver21

“Nothing here's cheap. You pay one way or another. Everyone does."

Silas ponders on that rather than the presence of people increasing around them, the sounds of their words and laughter not really registering in an overlay of voices he doesn’t care enough to listen to fully.

Though, when he opens his mouth to respond, his body jolts when he feels the slightest jab into his side with a quiet 'gah!'

“ – when you have miserable meatsacks like this one over here,” He hears more clearly when he feels the jab, like his head knows this voice is part of what so rudely interrupted him. It has a pretentious tone to it, makes his head turn to try and see what the hell touched him but the lighting and his own lack of decent vision allows the culprit to easily escape him. Though he looks and sees that thing is still there at the counter, the large lizard dragon thing. Maybe just paranoid, it isn't real, just tactile hallucinations and needing to blame it on something.

He lets out a small growl of displeasure, drowned out by the club’s ambience. Whatever. Probably just some weirdo, people like to get touchy in these places, he just lets it go and the irritation drains away immediately.

Instead, he waves down a passing bartender behind the counter, not bothering to look up as they stop with a simple order in a flat tone, “Jack Daniels.”

He props his head up on the counter with his hand and scratches the blunt edge of his nail against the neon glass, bored maybe but he may as well bother the chick who started conversation with him first. That’s how socializing works, until they get annoyed and back off from his delightful people skills.

“So how’s your drink?” Silas says casually to the same woman sitting beside him. Riveting conversation, he loves talking to people so much. Maybe she'll do him a favor and leave or have a subject to blab about without his input that he cares little to add.

"Why would you choose to come here?" Silas hears underneath all the sound, so quiet nearly but he knows he heard it, his head locking into random bits and pieces of what people are saying. Yet, this particularly makes his brain spin with thoughts again. Who'd choose to come to a club? Ridiculous question. For fun, right. To be human or something. That why these places exist, to be near people. Or have nice beats and drinks while making bad choices with people, which is what he's more privy to personally.

Either way... He rather not dwell on that. He just wants a damn drink.

Silas' perception

Silas felt Vicis poke him with his tail hehe.
He heard Sirpa somewhere in the background of the club he's in, I feel he can hear just about any of them if he focuses hard enough with moments of clarity but otherwise it's all just jumbled noise to him under club ambience and music.