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Post by Shark on Jun 9, 2018 14:31:02 GMT -6
i sit here looking at the stars playing games and chasing cars
Clung to the brick wall like he was some sort of worn out poster holding on for dear life, Syrus made sure to control his breathing and pray that nobody he was hiding from would walk round this corner and finish him off. At the time, before all this, he'd thought it was a brilliant idea to take on the heroic act of selling phone-like watches onto other people and give more than half of the money back to the guy who planned on selling them himself, though Syrus decided to take just one for himself. How did he even notice one phone was missing? So here he was, stuck behind a street corner in silence as people walked past in the hopes that he'd be able to move on soon. He'd already been punched once but legged it out of there, of course not wanting to stick around after they'd gone past the negotiating point. Where could he go now? They didn't know where he lived but they'd follow him there if someone spotted him. Maybe it was safe to go back home now. Stepping out from the corner he took note of no familiar faces, giving him the signal to proceed walking. With the stolen watch still on his wrist, he placed his hands in his pockets of his jacket, adjusting to his casual persona straight away. "You!" His eyes widened at the voice before he glanced straight ahead of him to see it was that guy again. Hale. Syrus stopped in his tracks and pulled out his hands from his pockets, ready again just in case, and stepped back a few steps. Hale and some other person walked in Syrus' direction, clearly with the intention of getting to him. That was his cue to start running. Syrus didn't have a clue what to do now, home was the other way and they clearly weren't gonna leave him alone. As he ran across a road, a police car pulled up in front of him. Syrus hoped that wasn't for him and just a coincidence, only a cop calmly slipped out and stood his ground. For a moment, Syrus stood there, frozen on what to do. Shouts were frequent from the people behind him and then the cop asking him what he's done. Instinctively, he turned the other direction and began running again. An idea hit him, maybe there was someone who could help. "Shit. Shit. Shit. What's Les' number?!" He frantically dialled on the 2D hologram. After a few tries he gave up, focusing more on where he was going rather than typing. That was it. Les would be at the one place every guy like him would be at this time. Syrus crashed through a few people before buildings started to line up to the one he was heading to. He shoved the door open and ran in, music booming through the room along with a mass of people talking and whatnot in the open space. Where was Les? Syrus stood out like a sore thumb, not dressed for this sort of thing and it earned him some glances but they didn't ask. He had no idea how close Hale and the police officer was to him but he didn't want to know. At the bar, Les resided where Syrus guessed he probably would be. Lunging towards him, Syrus checked to actually see if it was Les. "Les! Les," he caught his breath after getting his attention. "Les, it's a long story and I don't know how sober you are but I need you to get me out of here right now." Though the words came out rather quickly, he tried to calm himself a bit to not get others involved or suspicious. His head flicked to the side to notice an officer step inside, Hale angrily storming behind. "Like, right now." He nodded. sky | Notes: I didn't know where to post this thread, so I guessed here will do? MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0
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Post by sky on Jun 9, 2018 20:05:16 GMT -6
Les was only halfway done with his fourth drink when he ordered his fifth, his favourite bartender leaning over the counter casually as she offered him some new mixed drink she had come up with earlier that night. When she stepped away he slid a bill to her side of the bar and turned back to the guy he had been chatting up- new to the city, looking to make friends, researcher or something- gulping down number four as his conversation partner yelled over the music.
It had been an interesting day and, like most days did, it had called for a night spent at Les' favourite bar, a place filled with fun people and live music, the dance floor swelling behind him as the night went on and he found new people to talk to. He had only been here for an hour and a half, and he would have planned on staying three or four more if a familiar face hadn't barged into the bar, Les catching sight of him over the researcher's shoulder. While he shouted about some small town in Gaul, some kind of caves with drawings of cows or something, Les squinted at the figure barreling towards them, his vision refocusing, familiar gait giving way to the familiar face of Syrus Alamo. Wait- Amsden, he reminded himself. Amsden.
Les held a metallic hand near the researcher's face and stood with a slight stumble, grinning and holding his arms out as Syrus approached. "Oh my fucking gods, Sy! What-" he began to shout, interrupted by Syrus urgently yelling his name, the words that fell out of his mouth taking a moment for Les to piece together. "Thugs or pigs?" he asked, pushing up to his tiptoes to reach Syrus' ear, before looking Syrus dead in the eye, He peered around Syrus to catch glimpse of a crew of unsavory men following him, stuck momentarily at the door as security tried to push them back. Most bars in these parts weren't fond of police or gangs. "Both," he grumbled, rolling his head back with a sigh. Guess the fun was over for now.
He looked at the researcher, taller than him sitting on a stool than Les was standing, and shrugged with a charming smile, holding up his N-disc to indicate he was leaving. "Call me?" he asked, grabbing Syrus' wrist with his metal hand. The man tapped his bracelet to Les', and Les blew him a kiss with a wink, the bartender arriving with his drink just as he started to turn.
"Those his deal?" she asked, pointing behind Syrus, pouring his drink from a tall glass to a plastic cup. Les rolled his eyes and nodded as she offered him his drink, which he took a sip of immediately. She pointed at the back, toward the kitchen, and Les nodded with understanding as she said something, the music drowning out her words. He lifted his drink up and shouted, "Good shit!" before taking another long gulp, pulling Syrus to the back exit, first at a fast walk, and then at a jog as his cup met the halfway mark.
Once they had hit the swinging door of the kitchens, nearly running into a bar employee on the way, Les released Syrus' arm and gulped down the rest of his drink, tossing it in a trash can as he peeled past chefs and servers, putting greasy food in fryers and onto platters. He waved and greeted those he knew as he passed by- and he knew most of the people that worked here- then pushed open the back door, propped open by a milk crate, a small huddle of employees smoking by the door. He looked over his shoulder and saw one of the goons in the hallway through an open door, pushing past a waitress. He looked at Syrus again and nodded his head to the right. Big mistake- the alcohol starting to wash over him, his head pounded like an earthquake, his vision obscured and blurred. He would have shifted his eyes to normal if he didn't think the increased vision was imperative at this time.
"I'm gonna need a full rundown of what the hell you did this time when we get home," Les teased, shaking his head gently before opening his eyes again, his vision still shaky but more stable. He led them out of the alley and back to the street. Though his apartment was only five blocks away, he would have normally taken a tel back- there was a station right next to his building- but since cops were involved, that seemed unwise. He took a look around to see if there were any taxis first. Finding no one in sight he sighed and started running down the street, waving Syrus to follow him. "Looks like we're out of luck," he commented, mostly to himself. He hadn't had to run like this for nearly a decade, and he wasn't as fit as he used to be. The inebriation wasn't helping, either. Syrus was still in his delinquent stage- he probably did this kind of thing regularly, Les joked to himself.
notes: it's all good! I can move it when they get to Les' house <3
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Post by Shark on Jun 10, 2018 9:54:27 GMT -6
i sit here looking at the stars playing games and chasing cars
A small wave of relief washed over him when Les showed some more interest in the situation over this probably meaningless conversation with the guy sat on the stool. Thankfully Les was sober enough to understand what was happening and hopefully help Syrus succeed in actually losing these people. He didn't really take in whether or not Les was angry that Syrus had interrupted something, but he could deal with all that later. Les had asked him who was after him but that was answered straight away once he noticed Les catch onto the scene going on behind him. He lacked an interest in whatever Les was saying to this guy but more the fact he wanted to just shout 'hurry up' and book it out of the bar. Grabbing his wrist, Syrus began to follow Les after the bar tender pointed to a back door and handing Les his drink. There's no way he's gonna drink that right now, he'll put it back down and walk away. Scratch that, Les was bringing the drink with him. How could he drink right now? At least he could tell himself that the more Les drank out of that cup the faster he'd actually start running to the exit. They had made it to the kitchens and he felt completely safer among people Les seemed to know, Hale or none of his people could really get in here surely. Making their way to another door, following Les, they entered a much emptier place where most of the employees on a break would likely hang out. There was one guy who managed to slip through but Les seemed to make his way through the other direction. Of course, he'd guessed that Les would want to know why all this was going down and Syrus would definitely tell him after this blows over. Strangely though, he didn't regret this. He made some money and got a cool phone out of it, worth it in his opinion. Now out of the chaos and on the streets, Syrus glanced around to see if any of them had caught onto him and his whereabouts. Thankfully no, as far as he knew. At first lagging behind when he watched what Les was doing, figuring out that he was attempting to find some mode of transport back to his apartment. It made him note down mentally that this was Les he was looking at, the guy wasn't exactly one of those people who would walk a decent distance when there were taxis and other ways of travelling driving around. Come to think of it when was the last time he had used a taxi himself? A smile formed on his face once he noticed Les gesturing him to follow while running. He'd seen Les run before but not often, it was a little funny to see a drunk guy like Les run. Syrus felt more relaxed about things now, he was on the streets and he felt much more confident in himself that he was out of the woods now. Jogging up to him before picking up speed, he ran beside Les and patted his shoulder. "Thanks, Les, I owe ya." He smiled smugly at him, on a serious note he was actually really thankful for the help. "I'd offer to carry you but..." He shrugged as he drifted off, amused a little by Les' dear efforts to help out, including running. One wouldn't think Les would have ever been part of a gang, though now you could say he's taken on a different and more relaxed role to make a living. He slowed down a little and checked behind him, "Hey I think we're good now. We don't have to run, I can't be bothered anyway." He commented as he looked back to Les. "I swear you drink more than you used to now." He added, more to just make himself laugh at the remark, of course light-heartedly. sky | Notes: Thanks Sky <3 MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0
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Post by sky on Jun 10, 2018 11:30:43 GMT -6
Just as Les' breathing was beginning to grow laboured (damn, he thought, he was more out of shape than he realized. Better start hitting the gym), Syrus suggested they slow down. He slowly came to a halt a couple yards ahead of his friend and half keeled over, catching his breath with his hands on his knees. His prosthetic was cold on his skin, so he shook off his leg as Syrus caught up to him, rolling his neck and shoulders all the while. After a moment, he turned and punched him in the shoulder with his fleshy hand, with a joking "fuck off!", directed toward his offer to carry him. He began walking backward, stumbling again, leading them toward his apartment building.
"It's hard to believe I used to do this kind of thing weekly. Do you see me? Now I can hardly run two blocks!" Les groaned, nearly falling backward before he pivoted on one foot, walking forward again. "But look at you. Grade-A delinquent. You better not be into some gang shit! You know how I feel about that!" He lifted his arms over his head and pointed to his prosthetic, wiggling fingers that emanated quiet clanking and grinding noises. He lowered his arms again, swinging them at his sides with robotic movement. While he was normally more hesitant to talk about his amputated hand, drunk Les- especially drunk Les with an old friend- couldn't keep his mouth shut. He was beginning to feel dizzy again and shook off his shifted pupils, which returned to their normal rounded shape. Was number five starting to hit him now? He shouldn't have made his first two drinks doubles.
He frowned at Syrus' drinking comment, though he couldn't see it, and joked, "Got more cash now than I used to. Crazy thing, going legit!" In reality Les was beginning to realise his consumption was becoming a problem- the therapist he had been convinced to start going to a month ago told him this plainly- but he didn't feel the need to put an end to it, or admit it to anyone. He was just having fun! Meeting people!
He swiveled on a foot again and did a swift 360, pausing to snap and wink at Syrus. Obviously, if he kept acting cool, everything would be cool. "Buuuut.... you messed up my night out. So now you have to drink a few with me. Wait, you're old enough to do that now, right? How old are you again?" Words tumbled out of his mouth, running like a motor. He was having trouble parsing time in his mind- how long had it even been since he had an actual conversation with the guy he considered his little brother?
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