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Interactions Bea Harmon @Sincerely, Sidney Jones [NPC] Self-insert your character | TW Language, violent imagery, violence in general, obscene names 【 fuck off, jones 】
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The night started out exciting; the buzzing atmosphere that accompanied an establishment such as The Pit was always comforting for the ever flighty Darcy. Her trip to the land of snow with Wonderland over there finally getting to that crest where she can just... relaxing into the high, let it take her wherever and she would gladly follow without hesitation. What was once going to be an evening devoid of harsh vibes and reality - aside from harping on Lolly's dates and Jed - was now being shattered by the jarring motion of someone gripping her denim clad shoulder and whipping her around about face.
Even before she was being jerked around like a limp dick, just at the mere touch of an unwelcome hand on her was enough to create a chink in her high armor. The hand holding onto her nearly empty bottle of beer was swinging in time with her and she ended up smashing it across the offenders head, the bottle shattering on impact. An irate slew of words began to follow after contact. "You fucking bitch!"Ah, there he was, that bastard. Disheveled from his own personal aesthetics, coupled with the curdling cream liquor - from what she could only ascertain was from Bea's drink - and now, grease laced locks dripping with the remnants of the lager she had been sipping on; all greeted her with a fury that was only matched by her own. The onyx chips behind those atrocious shades glared harder as if to pierce through her ribs and into her soul did nothing but make her grin. "First you get your little hood skank to spit on me?! Then you smash a fucking bottle over my head?! Darce what's your damage?"
The sight of him alone - without the added amenities of liquids dripping from his frame - was enough to make her want to Ralph all over the concreted floors of The Pit. It wouldn't be much of an addition to the unknown concoction that already coated these floors, but who was she to complain? And with every word that seemed to flow from his overly chapped and thin lips was not helping the situation in the slightest. As if licking them was going to make it any better. Still held up in his grip, one that was progressively getting tighter with every syllable from him, and now even more so with every beat of silence that passed between them, Darcy began to spit venom of her own. "The fuck do you think you are Sidney? A god among men? Please, all Bea did was elevate your status from cockroach to trash rat," with a particularly hard thrust, she attempted to push at him to try and loosen his hold on her, but he was still stronger.
Sidney's grip only seemed to constrict around her forearm even more, to the point where she would be surprised if the skin under his grasp was left unblemished. She knew that that wouldn't be the case, but a girl can hope. "Let go!" Her tough persona was slowly being chipped away and all he had done was spout off a few nasty words and grab her and hold on tight. Darcy's high was no longer cultivating that ultimate feel good vibe that she was riding at the beginning of the night. No, now it was beginning to morph and mutate into something she couldn't recognize. No, that's not it. It was definitely something she had experienced before. Something she always experienced when he was around. When his musky, mildew scent would curl around her and bury itself into her spine. The bitter toxicity that accompanied them when the two were ever together for something other than sex. In a panic, Darcy started to yank her limbs away from him, mind fogged with any real solution to getting him off of her and quickly.
She had hoped, eyes frantically searching the bar area for a familiar face - it shouldn't have been difficult, they were all there within her grasp - yet she couldn't seem to find the words to ask for assistance. Not like she would. This was ultimately her problem. She didn't want them to have to deal with his shit more than they already had. He was her problem. "Fuck off, Jones!" It happened in slow motion and Darcy wasn't exactly sure if that was because of the drugs and the booze or if it was just from the sheer shock of it all. Sid's free hand had come up and connected with left side of her face with enough force that her body fell into the motion and took her to the ground. From there her vision swam, noises were growing louder but were muddled, like she was placed head first under the water in the tub.
She was screaming, that much she knew, but she couldn't place the words spewing from her busted lip. All she knew was her vision was fuzzy - at best - and that she could taste copper on her tongue. The remnants of hops and wheat and rye clinging to the inside of her mouth, easily over powered by the metallic ichor that currently took up residency there. Darcy was vaguely aware that someone had helped her to her feet, her arm finally freed from Sid's grasp, but tender and raw nonetheless. Her blue gaze soon locked onto the greasy mass of matted hair and before she or anyone else for that matter could react or register what was happening, Darcy unleashed a well placed kick to his nuts.
Sidney crumpled to his knees, hands already in position to shield himself from any further potential attacks to his groin. "Get the fuck back up! Piece of shit, loser!" Darcy yelled at the man beneath her, readying herself for a harder attack, only to feel the weight of others surrounding the two of them. When had they made their way towards the back of the bar? She hadn't even realized she wasn't anywhere near the bar top when this entire exchange took place. Hands were on her, with what she could only assume was an attempt at restraining her, voices coming into focus along with her eye sight. Her lip was most definitely busted and bleeding, and the side of her face was already starting to shift in color. Even under the awful lighting The Pit provided, she was sure that anyone would be able to place what it was that now adorned her skin. The current set of hands that held her up were familiar and all she wanted to do was relax into them and just rekindle the high that was lost. But wishes don't come true for people of Oceanside. At least not in the ways that one would hope to expect.
Izayoi didn't know how long she was running for, only that the sweat dripping off of her like rivulets carried the dried blood from her eyes and nose with it. In one hand she clutched onto the scroll, her knuckles white with tension, the other palm covered in more dried blood. There was no time to stop and rest, or even to readjust any of her tools before squad one would catch up to her. She was already experiencing the headaches that tag along with the strenuous usage of her kekkai genkai. The pounding in her head was enough to make her stumble and trip, falling through the brush and into a small clearing. The place that would house her last stand.
Not too far behind she could hear the quickening rustling of her former classmates rushing to her location. The pain in the space between her ears was growing at an enhanced rate, especially when she reactivated her Ketsuryūgan alongside a simple genjustu, to project noises just further north from her spot. Hoping that it would buy her enough time to find Mori and pass off the scroll before succumbing to anymore injuries. In the short run, her initial plan had worked; she was able to successfully steal a scroll - that they did, in fact need - and make a clean enough getaway. The downside to it all was that she overworked herself and eyes - why she believed that actually injuring herself was the best course is beyond her - but what truly hurt was the fact that she used one of her closest and longest known friends. 'Tetsu, I'm so, so sorry...'
Iza'z moment of reprieve was cut short, as she sat there staring at her bloodstained palm, vision blurring as she tried to focus. On what? She couldn't exactly tell you. Ears feeling as if they were stuffed with cotton, mouth just as dry. The thrumming seeming to not stop anytime soon. While she was caught in her own world she completely missed the sounds of an approaching team. It wasn't until they broke through the tree line that she was able to tell that they weren't of the Leaf. If their their headbands weren't a dead giveaway, it was definitely their garb.
The showmanship that the first warm body possessed was absolutely that; a showman. Back flipping, with a twist, landing in a crouched position into the clearing from the other side of the forest where Iza resided, his entrance was something to be in awe of. It was quite impressive. Even with his back towards her. What was not impressive was the attire that hung from his frame. Baggy fabric, gathered around his legs in the hues of white and blue, something in the pigment that when they caught even the slightest bit of light it shone like a gemstone. It's what first caught the blurring vision of the silver haired kunoichi. Not like she could observe much else but the reflecting material. She didn't get a good look at the symbol on his hitai-ate, it was too far away and her vision still hadn't sharpened - and there was no way she was going to use her Ketsuryūgan before pinpointing the other members of this nin's team.
The strange man continued to perform back flips until he was satisfied it seemed, "Tch, idiot..." she couldn't help the scoff under her breath at the sight before her. He raised a fist into the air with an exclamation that sounded very similar to a “Nailed it!” A few feet from where he landed, a smoke cloud of the deepest black appeared and with it gave way to a flash of light only to reveal a hooded figure. Attached to the hood, a cloak made of what looked to be fine silk adorned with elaborate and intricate stitching of a dragon devouring a tiger; though from what Izayoi could make out it simply looked muddled and indistinct. The newcomer pulled his hood down and unfastened his cloak to reveal his equally atrocious ensemble and a demonic mask to top it all off.
The masked man crossed his arms over his chest, the sleeves of his cloak belling out. When he spoke, it was with a deep and booming voice. He clearly had taken notice of her, now in a standing position, as he addressed her - and subsequently anyone else in the area. Because like Tetsu and his team, they must have believed her own squad was nearby and waiting. “Oh foolish ones, you cannot comprehend how swiftly your destruction is at hand! For on this day you have had the misfortune of encountering the awesome powers of those you see before you. Too mighty are we for your less than worthy talents to compete. Who you see standing before is the one who humbles lightning, the ray of light given human form…”. He gestured to the first man, who proceeded to perform yet another back flip, yet still managed to land with his back turned towards the kunoichi. With her vision on the back end of clearing up she took notice of the nasty body language shot his way by the masked ninja before flipping once more; this time landing forward facing, his fighting stance up at the ready.
It was then, with a slight shake of his head that the masked man continued on, announcing his team as if this was a pageant and him and his team were the contestants. “He is Eiji! Not only is he a master of-” Iza could only assume his next words would have contained some mention of 'lightening' and 'back flips' and 'horrible fashion choices' but she never got the chance to see if her thoughts were correct, for yet another, oddly dressed ninja burst through the treeline to join up with his fellow squad mates. “Hey! I’m here, ugh, that was a lot running.” The newest one to join the soiree was clearly out of breath and the largest built nin on the team. Iza was clearly overwhelmed at his size, but seeing as his stamina seemed less than ideal, she figured he would be easy enough to take out - should it come to that.
Both of the other men gave looks of annoyance to the one who had just arrived, a bald ninja, his attire dirty and distressed - and Iza was sure it wasn't just from their trek through the forest. His breathing was heavy and his hands were placed on his knees to rest, hunched over trying to catch his breath from hurrying over to join them in the clearing. As if it was all planned to happen as so, the masked male continued on, voice still booming, announcing their presence to any and all in the surrounding area. 'I could use this to my advantage...' she thought to herself as she began to think up ways in order to get Tetsu and the others to come to her location - if they already weren't
“Ahahaha, you will soon discover for yourself that which Eiji is master over! He is joined by the powerful master of an unlimited arsenal, Mitsuhide!” The bald one then proceeded to pull out a scroll and flung it up into the air, causing Iza's curiously terrible nature to track it with her own gaze to see what became of the scroll and it's contents. She nearly fell over in a stupor when a folding table popped out and he looked to the item and then to the ground, muttering something about “that was the camping one” The tolerance levels for his fellow squad mates was at it's tipping point she noticed, as the masked man shook his head and looked to physically restrain himself from attacking his team before finally concluding his speech. “Greater than either of those, you face the one who holds the cosmic power bestowed by the Akashic epochs and the Aeonic forces of Nibiru, the sixth Demiurgic emanation, the greatness you behold now, my divine self, the one known only as… Koji!” He struck a dramatic pose with his finger outstretched, signaling he was ready to fight.
The erratic rustling of the foliage directly behind Iza snapped her out of whatever smartass remark she was about to make. Especially when the people she least wanted to see - this close up at least - were standing a mere six feet from her. She could almost reach out and touch her crush friend; however she stopped herself, arm midair, at the look that graced his features. One of determination and raw distrust... not thrown exclusively at the opposing team. It was as if his gaze alone burned her and she retracted her arm quickly, cradling it to her chest as she stood between the two teams. Neither one of them making the first move.
The patch of forest they were in was flat, with a thick cluster of trees directly ahead of them. Kotetsu looked around but didn’t move far, staying where he was. He said “Awful big forest here. I can find the way to the center but can’t help much with navigating besides that." Kotetsu checked the fit of his gloves and tightened his hand wraps. “I’m afraid I won’t be able to help with finding the other teams either, but once we get that done, the rest should be easy enough. How many do you think we’ll have to beat before we get the right scroll?”
Tetsu looked around at their surroundings for a moment before turning back to his teammates. “Unfortunately I won't be able to search through the forest much while we are on the move so that leaves it to you to find our first targets Satoru. Once that's done all that will be left is to take the scroll off them.” He said in is usual flat tone as he turned his attention back towards the forest surrounding them. “Since you're going to be our guide, why don't you decide the direction we travel While Kotetsu and myself flank you.”
Satoru peered into the forest with his white eyes. “Sure. Give me a moment. Please keep the attacks away from my 6 o’clock direction while I’m searching for my target. It's a common weakness that our enemies might want to exploit as soon as they see my abilities. Otherwise, I have confidence in our combat abilities to handle them. First things first, let's head into the forest and head west, I suppose. I will try to look as far ahead as I can and make adjustments on the go…”
Kotetsu nodded and started to pace around, but then he stopped and said. “Hey, before we get going, who's going to keep an eye on our scroll? I think this’ll be quick enough but I’d hate to see it all messed up because of confusion. I trust you guys, so I want to know who you think is best.” He folded his arms and looked at them, eyes keeping look at the treeline just in case.
Tetsu took a look at the scroll for a moment before a step toward Kotetsu holding out his hand. “If you don't mind I'll hold onto it. They'd have to get through my sand and me to get to it. And I assure you, they'll die trying.”
“Tetsu, I’d trust you with things that are a whole lot more important than this scroll. You can have it, no doubt about it.”
“Thanks brother.” Taking the scroll and placing on his belt Tetsu looked at his fellow teammates before continuing, “Well I think with that settled we can start hunting,” as he finished this in his usual tone there was the slightest bit of excitement and anticipation hidden deep in his eyes as the three of them leapt into the trees.
Iza couldn't help but scoff at her close friend and teammates' utter lack of foresight. Too busy with trying to make a name for himself? What did that even mean? He was already the child of the fucking Hokage for fucks sake. He already had it made. She sighed, slowing down in her tracks to shake the negative thoughts away. Iza harbored no I'll will for Karu, just annoyance, and it was during those time where she had to consider this was how everyone viewed her too. Utter annoyance and somewhat contempt.
As Iza slowed to a stop amidst the foliage, she heard distinct footfalls in the brush around her. And they seemed to be moving in her direction. A wicked grin found residency on her face as she slunk further back into the shadows,scanning for movement. It didn't take her waiting long before three familiar figures graced her field of vision. One in particular, with his infrared locks a stark contrast to the greenery around them.
'Tetsu~' she couldn't help the subtle blush that coated her porcelain skin at the mere sight of him. He had been actively avoiding her for the last few months, only breaking that sabbatical when their teams were mandated to work together. Katsumi and Kami sensei be damned. But now, here, during their second test, he'd be forced to interact with her, whether he wanted to or not. An idea formed in her mind, making sure to stay behind the trio, for fear of being spotted too soon by Satoru's exceptional eyes. With a little help from some broken branches and her own kunai and senbon, she made sure to inflict some damage upon herself. A little pain and some acting was going to be needed if she wanted to get in close.
Iza took in her features, what she could at least, and with a determined nod, a deep inhale, she tossed herself from her hiding place. Trying her hardest to not lock up on impact, for fear of causing more damage than planned. After landing she struggled to her feet, 'Yep, definitely sprained something' she thought, pushing through the new pain, trekking towards her old classmates. Panic stricken eyes searching the trio before locking onto Tetsu's.
"T-tetsu…" her fumbling allowed her to fall into him, blood trickling from the gash above her right eye. "Another team… we got, we got separated. Karu, the dumbass ran off on his own…" her voice wavered, a complete 180 from her normally chipper tone. Iza kept a shaky hand on her childhood friend's shoulder, looking across to the other two, as if offering them to fact check her story. From somewhere ahead of them, a series of grunts and shouts. Seemingly making their way towards the now foursome group. Calling out obscenities, calling out to search for the girl. Iza could only hope that the young men she found herself with would take the bait.
Satoru paused, while traversing the forest with his team. The three of them were covering a good distance. His eyes were focused, determined to guide his team through this maze of death. With Tetsu holding the scroll, Kotetsu providing firepower when needed, and himself forging a path through, he did not see a way for them to fail. That progress came to a halt. Iza, a member of a separate team, showed up on their path. Satoru took the moment to catch his breath and gather himself. The girl approached their team’s “package”, a move that planted the inkling of suspicion in Satoru’s mind.
Satoru wasn’t a medical nin, by any means. Tetsu and Kotetsu even less so, by Satoru’s estimation. So, even though this girl claims friendship with Tetsu, such things had no place in their current mission. “Ah ah ah. Girl. I would ask you to step away from him. We’re all on a very specific mission. I’m sure you have and know your own.” Satoru took a step in, gathering a small bit of chakra in both of his palms. With his eyes, Satoru was gathering chakra readings on the girl that approached them. Sure, she had some superficial injuries but her chakra reserves, or the flow of it, were not impacted… Interesting, considering the fact that she is claiming that her and her team were ambushed and thus separated. Satoru leaned into Kotetsu and faintly whispered “Get ready for a fight. The girl is lying through her teeth...and her injuries…”
Iza couldn't help the small glare she sent Satoru's way. He deserved it, especially after his comments from earlier, but she let that roll over and set to focus on her issue at hand. When she had scanned them on her approach to the trio she was searching for their scroll, and seeing as how she didn't spot it coming from the other two it meant it was within her fingertips.
In an instant her gaze was turned to Tetsu, trying her best to look worn and defeated, eyes boring into his own, full of pleading, even if the other two were suspicious. "Tetsu… I need your help… please…" Tetsu stood stunned while staring at Iza who was currently bloodied and asking for help. He was using every ounce of willpower not to show his true emotions through either his face or his eyes. “Satoru calm down. We can trust her. So put those hands down.” he said, keeping his eyes on Iza with the slightest sign of concern with his voice slightly breaking out of its normal dry tone.
“Satoru scan the trees for the squad. Kotetsu cover him while I move Iza,” he said looking briefly towards them leaving little to no room for a debate on the matter. Turning back to Iza, Tetsu could feel his eyes soften ever so slightly as much as he tried to fight it. “I apologize for this.” He said before picking up Iza, getting ready to move her to a safe distance.
As soon as she felt her feet lift off the ground she tensed up, a very un-kunoichi squeak leaving her throat. Instantly her arms wrapped around her crush - friend's neck and the blush that had been pushed down resurfaced. "Tetsu…," seeing his reaction to her distress she felt her heart ache at the trick she was pulling over on them. But it was too late, she had to go through with the place. Iza only hoped that he wouldn't hate her too badly.
Upon giving the orders, which was something Iza practically drooled over - she couldn't remember the last time she had seen Tetsu so demanding, the trio were preoccupied with scanning the trees for threats. Threats that had fizzled out of nowhere. Izayoi couldn't risk conjuring a phony team once more without Satoru catching on. He was already too talented for his own good. Something that irked her to no end. Instead she began to reconfigure her plan. If she wanted too, she could trap Tetsu and Kotetsu with her kekkai genkai to immobilize them, then she would only have Satoru to deal with, 'But he wouldn't want to risk falling under my genjutsu also, and would probably try to keep his eyes closed… but then that means I would have to maintain eye contact with Kotetsu, and still touch Tetsu before escaping. I don't know how much time that would allow me…'
Kotetsu looked around slowly, keeping an ear out for any sign of trouble. He was watching Satoru’s back mostly, but not moving much. He wanted them to stay in an area they knew, not get blindsided running off. While standing there he said, “Might be best that you step a little further away from Tetsu, young miss. If a fight breaks out the last thing you want is sand in your wounds. We can keep you plenty safe over here, and while we wait you can tell us some more about who took out your team. Let us know what we’re in for.” He kept his center of gravity low and his muscles tensed, ready to spring and fight anything that tried to jump them. His lead leg was planted heavy and chambering a kick, prepared to give a burst of explosive power when the time was right.
There was something about the way Kotetsu spoke to her like she was dainty. To be fair, that was what she was going for but it still rubbed her the wrong way and she would have corrected him of his misnomer but the feeling of Tetsu being so close to her was calming. 'What kind of kunoichi gets easily distracted by a guy?! Katsumi-kijo would wring me by my neck if she ever found out… not to mention if the boys knew, I wouldn't hear the end of it...' the thought alone sent annoyed shivers down her spine. Her vision misted over for a split second at the thought of duping her crush and friend, but she reasoned that if the roles were reversed they'd do the same. So, she pushed the bubbling emotions down and steeled herself for what was to come next.
“Yes, please answer my teammate here… We just want to be prepared, that's all. If you pose no threat, I have no qualms with Tetsu carrying you to some sort of rendezvous point so we can hand you back over to a moderator, or a member of your team, should they have survived that is…” Satoru said, creaking his neck some before taking a quick drink from a canteen he brought with him. His eyes still intensely focused on her chakra flow. The fact that they flowed almost undisturbed still does not sit well with him. She is definitely faking. How would Satoru get Tetsu to see through her ploy was a more pressing concern. For all he knows, she could have told her team that she is going to bait him and his team out in order to plant an ambush. There is no way Satoru lets that happen. Satoru first turned his gaze on a nearby tree to make sure it was not rigged with some sort of trap, be it ninja tool or ninjutsu. Then, he backed himself up against the tree so his back was at least covered. Thirdly, he used a little bit more of the power of his eyes to scan their surroundings, trying to pick out movements nearby and to see if there are people approaching them, and from where...
The fact that he moved into a position that allowed him his 180+ vision, keeping her within his sights, irked her. More so than Kotetsu's comment about her being 'little miss'. The thought alone caused her to physically shake. It was now or never. Her plan needed to come to fruition and the only way that that was going to happen with minimal damage sustained on her part was to limit herself to two combatants, not three. Eyes closed she steeled herself and the repercussions that were soon to follow. Opening her now blood red eyes, she locked her gaze onto the furthest male, Kotetsu; distant sounds of an imaginary enemy team encroaching into their parameter, hoping beyond hope that he would take the bait. All the while, her grip on Tetsu's arm never faltered.
Kotetsu was a man of action, and when he heard the enemy creeping around behind the back of Tetsu and Iza, he launched himself into battle to protect them . An explosive leap sent him into the air on a high angle trajectory, twisting his body in mid-air. He only had a split second to aim his descent because of the speed he was traveling. On the way down Kotetsu looked for something, a sign of the enemy he had heard, but he found none. Something about it all felt fuzzy and unclear, like he had just woken up from a dream. His foot completed it’s arc right as he landed, slammed heel first into a tree with a kick that so loud it could be heard a thousand yards away. The massive tree heaved and bent, falling down as Kotetsu picked himself up from his landing. Around him see no enemy, not even the puff of smoke from a disappearing clone or a substitution jutsu. Kotesu scratched his head and then tried to figure out where to go to get back to the group, the whole situation leaving him very confused.
When the muscle bounded off to the foreign, invisible and nonexistent threat, is when the fun truly began. Iza's grip on her crush's forearm increased slightly, enough to gain his attention and with it came a small, sad smile before pushing up onto the tips of her toes grazing his cheek with her lips. A quick, chaste kiss; an apology without words.
All too suddenly, her red gaze locked onto the blonde's, trapping him into place. Her once loving and tender grasp on Tetsu's arm now turned captive, making sure to keep him in place and rendered helpless as her genjutsu worked its way into both of their minds. Through their haze she was able to wrap her free hand around the scroll that had made its home on Tetsu's belt. Now that she had what she needed it was time to high tail it out of there, but without letting go was going to be tricky. And honestly she didn't think this far. Already applying her talents to two ninja was putting a strain on her limits as it were; blood seeping from her nose and eyes, blurring the lines of her vision. She needed to get out of there soon otherwise it would have been for nothing.
Before letting go, of either of them, she knew she had at least a few seconds before they would come to their senses and begin to follow her, she readied her kunai and a smoke bomb and letting go of the red head, an apology passing her lips as she sank into the shadows of the greenery around them, heading off in the direction she thought would lead to her team.
Interactions / Mentions EVERYONE 【 party now, rehab later 】
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Darcy had to practically ignore the sarcasm dripping off Lolly as she chastised her for running her "date" off. In record time, might she add. Kip wasn't lying about that. Though the fun, light mood of it was brought almost crashing down on poor Darc as she listened to Jed continue on like the stick in the mud he was. Passing me piss? Like he truly thought I wasn't gonna hear him, psht... She silently wondered if she were to explain to him that that wasn't the worse thing she's put inside her body. He'd probably reel from the thought and mention something along the lines of "I knew it..." It didn't take a particular type of person to catch on to the fact that Jed had a massive hard-on for Lolly. Shit, there wasn't a person in this bar who didn't. Darcy included. But she would be damned if she didn't at least give the guy a hard time. For shits and giggles of course. Hell, she might even set 'em up on a date if he really wanted it. Not like Lolls can't set her own shit up, but c'mon, where's the fun in doing it for yourself?
With Logan's arm thrown around her own shoulder she couldn't help leaning into the warmth he provided as she downed another shot before shimmying down the bar top and into Kip's personal space, flashing Bea a wide, flirty and friendly smile, side eyeing the way he reacted to Benny's "attack" on him and the way he flinched in response. She made a note to check up on him in private, calling out to him in that sing-song voice of hers that lets those in the surrounding area that the liquor has begun to take effect, "Kiiiiiip babe~ make sure to come find me before ya leave! I'm thinking having a session at the house is needed!" If nothing else than to ensure that his little injury was just something superficial and not something that would be career threatening. Maybe enjoy that pizza he was talking about with some painkillers... among other things that Dana would be able to provide.
It didn't take her long to find Dana, towering above her in all his glory. "D~!" and that was all the warning she gave before launching herself onto him, throwing her arms around his neck and bringing him down to her level so she could lay a giant squeeze on him. The Sazerac in his hands nearly spilling onto the already sticky, dark floors at the movement. "You got anything delicious for us tonight~" she all but purred in his ears. However, before he got a chance to properly respond to the bouncing blonde, she had called out to Robin, asking for her to pass her a beer, "Something to wrap my lips around for a bit," she teased with a wink.
As she released Dana to take the first, cold sip from the bottle her eyes scanned the room once over. Smiling into her drink at seeing all the familiar faces. Most of whom she got along swimmingly with. Then others, like Jed - tonight - that wanted her to choke on her drink. But it was one specific tuft of unruly and matted black hair, and those godawful circular shades that stood out above everything else. And it was in that moment that her good time high began to falter.
At the sheer noise coming from her teammate was enough to get the hairs on the back of Asami's neck to stand up. The first portion of the chuunin exams went smoothly enough. There was, for a brief moment, where she believed them to be doomed; the entire team failing all because 'Meki can't focus long enough on his studies... thankfully, it didn't matter whether they knew the material so much as to whether or not they could skirt by cheating without getting outright caught. Something she and Kuroo excelled at.
"If you don't stop buzzing, I will personally string you up from the trees and leave you there while Yosuke and I complete the mission." Asami's tone was less than inviting as the redhead began to literally bounce while attempting to calm down. It was going to be more of a hassle than anything this go around, if past missions were anything to go off of. However, if threatening him into submission was needed, she would be more than thrilled to oblige.
He must have shot her a glare but ultimately ignored her, speaking up about having to come up with a plan or some such nonsense. It wasn't uncommon for him to come up with plans, and then for the rest of the team to either indulge unlikely in this situation or straight up ignore it. Hearing him exclaim that he was the brains was enough for her to roll her eyes and scoff in Yo's direction; as if to ask him to reign the young man in before she snapped. Asami couldn't deny that she, too, believed that their team held the highest chances of coming out on top. There were a few others that caused her to worry her bottom lip between her teeth, but at the same time it excited her to potentially get the chance to square off against someone other than the usual suspects.
Sighing in somewhat defeat, she rested on a branch above the others, Kuroo casually dancing between Yo and Hirameki's legs. "... what's the plan then, 'Mek? Distraction? Really that's what-," it was as if something clicked on in her mind. "Wait, wait... no. That's good. That might actually work." In an instant she was beside him throwing an arm around his shoulder and leaning down to peer at him with narrowed eyes and an upturned smirk.
‣ Hair: Naturally long, mocha brown ‣ Eyes: Hazel ‣ Height: 5'5 ‣ Body Type: Slim, toned, athletic ‣ Style: ❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖ ‣ Scars, Tattoos, and Piercings: Belly button, nose, ear lobes are pierced 2x per ear
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Bratty ║ Social ║ Hard-Working ║ Extroverted ║ Tease ║ Unfiltered ║ Ultimately a sub ║ Tends to never learn her lesson ║ Stubborn║ Creative
L I K E S // D I S L I K E S
‣ Sour Patch Watermelon Flavor Lollipops ‣ Night Life ‣ City Lights at 2am ‣ Spanking ‣ Collars ‣ Teasing ‣ Being the Center of Attention ‣ Showing Skin ‣ Over Stimulation ‣ Being Taken Care Of
‣ Slow paced...anything ‣ Boredom ‣ Being or Using Speaker Phone ‣ Not Getting Off ‣ Having to Do All the Work ‣ Being Ignored ‣ Fisting ‣ Dismissed As Unintelligent ‣ Being Alone for Too Long ‣ When Her Limbs Fall Asleep
B I O
Boston native. Knows the city like the back of her hand. Has a love of sports - baseball specific. Father was / is a Boston cop. Mother was / is an interior designer? Is a very good bartender. Uses her connections to get her into places. Works odd jobs as a bartender for special events through the hotel - and some outside of it. Needs help getting through university - has picked up many many shifts and odd jobs hoping to scrape by enough money. It's taking a toll on her honestly. Graphic design and Communication design is what she's striving for, she even practices and utilizes her knowledge to brand and market her and The Hawthorne - among other things - to improve and garner more traffic and attention / customers. So far so good. Has a list of exes - all of them not able to completely give her what she's looking for. Either too soft or too rough and nothing to balance her out. Most of them she was required to take the reigns and she just wants someone to take care of her. Someone who will also just put her in her place. Is that too much to ask?
O T H E R
Madison Beer ║ 567BDF
‣ Birthday is 11/18 ‣ Handle for all her online profiles ║ VegaNixxx ‣ She is a student at Massachusetts College of Art and Design ║ Going for a degree in Communication & Graphic Design ‣ Works as a Bartender at The Hawthorne Speakeasy inside The Hotel Commonwealth
Calixta seemed to be moving ahead on autopilot, never seeming to stop as muscle memory guided her to the club in. At least, that's where she thought she had been heading. Unfortunately, because she was operating without any cognitive focus she instead found herself outside of one of the water warehouses that littered New Brazil. When she finally stopped, and realized it, she took notice of the throng of people surrounding the outside of the building, screaming and protesting to be let inside. The explosion had rattled more than the windows of the blast radius as it shook the people to their cores. The need for more water than their usual rations were overriding their basic instincts. People clamoring over one another, refusing to let up regardless of who got in the way. Regardless of who got hurt.
She witnessed a small group of armed men walking towards the side of the warehouse armed to the teeth with merc gear and weaponry. Not unlike that shit that was pulled on her, what seemed like ages ago. Cali had worked on the underside of corruption her whole life, it didn't take her long to glance at the lot of them to know that something was amiss. 'Escort and retrieve service?' With eyes focused on the mercenary group a good thirty feet in front of her, she maneuvered her way through the mass of warm bodies, making sure to keep them within her line of sight. The way they had forced another one of their own ahead of them to take on any brunt of the force of the mobs around them, stuck out in Cali's mind. 'Odd'
Though their efforts of using the man as a human meat shield was in vain, the majority of the men looked back to one in particular as if seeking guidance. Eyes glowing with a menacing hue.
Even so, she continued on her way, stalking their movements. However damaged she may have been from the blast, she was still small and nimble to squeeze through a crowd without any issues of being made as a tail. Once they broke through into the building Calixta found herself crossing the threshold as well. Looking up into the expanse of the warehouse, completely at the mercy of the mob of people that then bum rushed the entrance. Luckily, she was able to make her way out of the crowd and off to the side. Bad news is that she was now in the midst of the same group of mercs she was supposed to be looking out for.
Slipping her sheer slip back up onto her shoulders, she scanned the faces before her quickly, shifting her weight onto her organic leg - always make sure the bio-leg is at the ready, insurance and all. As she searched the men before her she couldn't help but linger a bit longer on the only one that seemed around her age; beard matted - most likely from the issue at Takari - dirt and grime coated his skin and clothes, though most fell off in his trek to this location. There was something so oddly familiar about him. Something that pulled at her neurons and subconscious. Screaming at her to remember. He's important. Somehow.
They spared her a quick once over before turning their focus back on everyone scrambling around them. A plan formulating in their leader's mind. As quickly as she could she nudged the familiar looking man, hissing under her breath, "You look oddly familiar..."
It wasn't a terrible start to her day, if Darcy were to think back on it. Yeah, sure - if she counted there being no water pressure when she went in for a shower that morning, not terrible. Not to mention the lack of hot water throughout the apartment she shared with Lolly. She would have blamed the brunette, except she was still passed out - so there went that excuse. Then of course there was the commute to the diner which went belly side when the "bus" - if she could even call it that, just a rusted hunk of junk - stalled seven blocks from her destination. When she did finally make it to work, a disgruntled customer, who albeit looked to be having a worse morning than Darcy, smacked right into her as she was carrying a pot of the black stuff refilling other patron's mugs. I guess I got a hot shower after all... she remembers thinking begrudgingly as the liquid spilled across the already hideous uniform she was forced to wear.
Not terrible... but it could definitely be better...
She kept on keeping on. Inhaling harsh and deep through her nose before exhaling through her mouth. The shift seemed to drag on and on after the hectic morning she endured, the idea of getting shitfaced and partying hard getting her through it all. The leftovers from customer's plates helped a lot too. It wasn't like they didn't have food back in their apartment, but it always tastes better when it's free. It was all just enough to keep her levelheaded until shift was over and she could get to the Pit.
Thankfully, she and Lolly shared shifts and when one was off, so was the other. It didn't take them long to get home, cleaned up - making sure to wipe away the coffee stench from her uniform for the next shift - applying makeup, copious amounts of hairspray and throwing clothes on before they were packing up and heading out. "Look Lolls, Imma be at the Pit, you should swing by after your done swindling old rich men~" the wink and puckered lips she shot her friend was all in good fun and then she had been on her way towards her home away from home. It didn't take her long however, to come up on a crowd of people bathed in the alternating red and blue glow of the cop cars littering the area. As curious as she was, she didn't need anymore terrible for the day. Instead she kept on walking, spotting pink out of the corner of her eye, and made the mental note to keep on grinding.
Regardless of the time or day, the Pit was always happening, it didn't matter the type of clientele that liked to loiter around. Tonight was no different, what with the line to get in wrapped around the other side of the building and down the block. Letting out a low whistle Darcy had continued up to the front of the line, basking in the seething glares and obscenities shot her way. "Hey hey my dude! How's my favorite bouncer~!?" her hips swung with every movement and she couldn't resist throwing her arms around his waist in a pseudo embrace.
Rig just rolled his eyes, but there was no mistaking the slight grin that wanted to breakout across his usually stoic face, "Yeah? How many bouncers you know, D?" She had just pouted playfully up at him, even if she was in heeled boots, he was still taller than the blonde woman. "Ah, ya got me there," a beat passed and people being let in and held off were still transpiring around them, "The usual here yet?"
Given the awkward position he was in Rig still managed to scratch the underside of his chin at the small bit of scruff that was left over from his previous shave, "Just a few stragglers - why? You expectin' some new faces?" Darcy hummed as if deep in thought and she couldn't help but think of Lolly most likely dragging a new victim into the snake pit and a giggle escaped her painted lips. "Always babe" She was able to reach up and place a chaste kiss to his right cheek, imprinting his skin, "Catch you inside? First round's on me~," she didn't even stay to wait for his response as she was already making her way behind him and through the door. He muttered something she could barely make out what with the thumping noise already encasing her. She did have the know-withal to throw up a peace sign over her head at him.
Rig stood there shaking his head, "That woman...this place... gonna drive me into the ground..."
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The grunge, the smoke, the lights, the noise all flooded her sense setting off a euphoria that she could only feel by being completely surrounded in the ambiance of the lifestyle she participated in. As soon as she was able to break through the threshold and into the crowd of bodies pulsing with heat and desires she made her way to the bar where Robin was tending alongside Jed - though he was dipping out 'Smoke break probably,' she thought and proceeded to order three shots of wells tequila. It was a Friday and she planned on partying like it wasn't ever gonna end. She placed another order, this time for a Coors and once the young blonde behind the bar delivered she thanked her, promised she'd be back and made her way to the ladies rooms.
After swinging the door open she was immediately assaulted by squeals that could rival the bass outside that door and arms being thrown around her. "Darcy!! You came at the right time..." Alice had doubled back towards the sink making a grab at the baggie that had been left there and wiggled it before the older blonde.
A mischievous smile graced her own face as she took the bag graciously, "If it isn't my very own Alice in Wonderland~" Darcy cooed, ruffling the girl's hair before a small 'don't mind if I do' and then taking the substance from the bag and inhaling sharply. Not a bit wasted. Alice had hoisted herself up on the counter next to the sink before rambling on and on about everything and nothing at the same time. The young girl made Darcy feel like an older sister and enjoyed seeing her come outta her shell little by little. "Uh, eww," she laughed out loud enjoying listening to her babble, passing the dust back to it's owner.
Darcy couldn't stop the Cheshire grin crossing her features, having muscled her way next to the younger woman, leaning over to get a view of herself in the mirror, reapplying her dark lipstick and touching up under her nose, "So, Toby, huh?" It was harmless tease and she didn't think much of it in that moment. "Just a little bit of this, little bit of that. Currently working at the Gourmet diner, you're more than welcome to come swing by." And as if struck by a brilliant thought she turned immediately to face Alice, "OOH! You definitely need to stop by the pad whenever ya get the chance, I ain't gotta stash this clean but it's better than the last batch we shared. Besides, if Dana makes an appearance you bet your ass imma be walkin' outta here with a party in my pocket." She finished with a shrug taking another bump before motioning for the two of them to head out back to the bar, her empty bottle thrown into the nearby trash bin.
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Upon reentering her sanctuary her eyes locked on to a very familiar face. Rather, the side of one. "Looks like Lolls dragged another sad fucker in with her... wonder how long this one'll last," she was speaking just for the sake of speaking, not even registering that Alice would pick up on her comment. She didn't dwell too long though for they had already maneuvered their way through the throng of people filling up the dive and sidled up to the bar and the patrons that resided there. Bigby being among them. Sipping on his usual.
"Ladies," he tipped his glass up off the bar in a mock salute, "Not having too much fun without me, are you?" Darcy grinned wide pulling him into a side hug, "'Course not, Bigs. We love ya, ain't never gonna be a party without you. Wonderland's got a new level of snow this time around. Pure and fresh~," She shot a wink to her friend and jerked her head in Alice's direction. "You enjoy it for a bit without me, I've gotta date with a pretty little thing." And with that she sauntered her way a few stools down to where Lolly sat, looking bored outta her mind.
Darcy was keenly aware of the stares burning into her friend, and even more so of the glares that tried to sear into her own skin at her approach to the beauty. It's what made it all the better. Throwing an arm lazily over Lolly's shoulder, Jed and Robin present. Robin was currently chatting up the pair of them trying to start drama of her own and honestly, Darcy was all for it. Jed on the other hand... poor boy looked like he short circuited just being in Loll's presence. "You lookin' to catch flies, Jed?" Before he could leave them however she threw out her order for another round of shots, for the four of 'em. "Hey babe~," she turned her attention now to the brunette under her denim clad arm. Darcy sealed the verbiage with a kiss to her cheek as a pair of shots, filled with unnamed liquor was placed before them. Claiming the glass she finally graced the new guy with her gaze, sizing him up but finding nothing of worth there. After downing the shot she pulled Lolly closer to her and whined into her hairline, but still loud enough for her voice to carry to her companion, "You know you'd have more fun with me."
The gentleman, who was clearly uncomfortable with just coming into contact of the stool beneath his expensive slacks, let alone stepping foot into the Pit of all places, snapped when he was clearly being ignored. "Excuse you?! Do you know who I am?" Darcy rolled her eyes, leaning back with another whine, "Look man, I don't give a flying fuck who you are. But you're cramping the ladies vibes. Why don't you bounce off or something. Go back to your ivory tower or wherever and don't bother coming back, yeah?" He seemed to go red in the face - more so than before - trying his damnedest to seem threatening and intimidating. Too bad it didn't work.
"I'll have you know I'm extremely good pals with Douglas Bigby," Darcy's eyes widened a bit, curiosity taking over to see where this was going to play out. He continued, "Yeah, that's right, and one call from me is gonna have you banned from Oceanside if I wanted. You really wanna test me?"
Darcy nodded her head as if in an understanding, "Oh, OK then. Sure, I gotcha dude." Leaning forward across the bar to lock eyes with Bigby down at his designated spot, she whistled and shouted out at him, "Ay, yo Bigs! This guy says he knows you. Gonna get me kicked out Oceanside! You wouldn't do that to lil ol' me though, right?" The sarcasm was dripping. Bigby pretended to be in thought as me continued to sit in his spot, drink still in his other hand before waving to something, or someone behind the trio. Upon turning around, Lolly's date was met with the broad chest of one Rig. "Heya Rig~ told you I'd see you inside."
Rig was silent. Just standing there, menacingly as the gentleman's complexion paled out tenfold with each passing conversation thrown. He thought he was ahead in the game. Thought he could throw names around like a money and get his way - like he did with everything else in his life. However, here in the Pit, he wasn't even worth the space he occupied. It wasn't long before Rig had, escorted, the male out of the bar when Darcy decided to release her hold still on her roommate's shoulder and find purchase on the bar top itself. With the tongue lashing she was sure to get, she might as well get comfortable. "Hey, Robin, can we get some more shots over here? Imma need 'em."