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 Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2013 2:51 pm
Shousuke sat back in his stool, thankful for the back rest that allowed him to spin about the room with careless abandon. For the past three hours he had worked non-stop to create a revolving mood for the club, one that was now on automated entry. From inside his booth he could see the mass of bodies grinding and rolling a twixt each other in the underground club. It was beautifully disturbing.
He switched the sound in the booth down, giving himself a bit of quiet despite the situation he was in. That is, until a knock had him rolling towards the door. As soon as he opened it Shou reeled back in disgust. One man stood, or did something close to standing, outside the doorway, obviously wasted.
"'Ey kid, where's za guy whose supposed ta be workin'? I needz ta speak with'im."
Shou leaned forwaerd in his seat. "That would be me, champ, what do you want?"
"Ye'r a little young - ah, whatever, we wants somethin' slow, so I can impress the lady, you know?" He leered, cackled and belched all at the same time. It oddly impressed Shou.
"Sorry to disappoint you, but we don't play "slow" here. Club policy."
"Listen here, pinky-"
Nothing more had to be said. From the back of the club, in the dark din of the upper floor, a man's scream could be heard before the beaten body sailed down a flight of stairs onto the landing.
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Posted: Mon Dec 16, 2013 8:01 pm
Ignoring the sounds from the people who had swarmed the front door of the now bouncing club Tryce moved around the familiar building for a less used path. Front entrances had never really been his thing...especially after all the reactions the last time he had entered the club from the front. Silent as a shadow Tryce moved comfortably around security and other guests before making his way to a corner on the upper levels in the catwalk. As much as he wanted to go ahead and make an attempt to getting into the studio Tryce realized the club was busy. So instead he opted for a nap.
A little bit later the umbreon’s ears twitched as he rolled over at some extra noise that broke away from the beat of the usual music. How long had he actually been sleeping? Normally he didn't sleep so soundly, but then again he had been getting into more scrapes than usual. Any intrigue or surprise left as soon as he peered down and saw the body falling into the landing. Not worried about the human who went rolling Tryce quickly moved to catch his real worry - the door before it slammed shut.
Slipping in behind the other male he smirked faintly, “I thought I was at a club, not a martial arts show.” Not even seeming to care that the guy in front of him had just sent someone sailing outside Tryce fixed the necklace around his neck before looking up, “I was having a good nap as well too, Shou.”
Yawning Tryce stretched his arms backwards and listened as his spine gave a satisfied pop. Perhaps sleeping on cold rooftops at random was not the best idea ever, but still it was something that he was comfortable with. None could lecture him after all. He chose his lifestyle and the risks he took were far more than just picking odd sleeping spots. One included bothering the person in front of him. Teasing and then being tossed about was just a part of life now, “So did they hit on you or something?” His mouth twitched upwards before he suddenly held out a plastic bag, "Doesn't matter. I brought snacks if you were hungry. Would have brought them in earlier, but it was too busy for my tastes."
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Posted: Thu Dec 26, 2013 1:26 pm
Shousuke picked up a piece of chalk as he walked back to his station, not even pausing when he marked another tick on an already full chalkboard. The amount of jerks he'd seen had doubled this month alone, and he was getting a better work out at work than in the gym. When he turned, he wasn't surprised to see Tryce behind him, and rather than saying much, he offered him a seat with the wave of his arm.
"You'd be surprised, these days. It's like they're breeding down there." Shou hopped up onto his stool and wrapped his legs around the leg posts. "Sorry to have interrupted you," he said wryly. He picked up a bottle of water that had been sitting near his desk and got a good drink. "Sit your scrawny a** down already and I'll grab another bottle."
Rotating himself around, he rolled over to the mini-fridge, grabbed another bottle of water and tossed it to Tryce. "Why are you still trying to sleep here? You've broken into my place enough times; why don't you just catch some zz's there?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 26, 2013 7:39 pm
Tryce grinned with amusement at his friend’s comment, “Well you know the world is a lonely place…I’m sure they were just looking for love, just in the wrong place. Shame.” He always felt a bit of pity for those who picked fights ignorantly with Shou, but then again they were just idiots. Idiots who thought using the term pink and short lightly would be alright. There were idiots for days out in this world. The thought made him chuckle softly under his breath, idiots, idiots as far as the eye can see. Admittedly most might call him an idiot as well for being so damn reckless all the time but Tryce shrugged off the thought. Someone had to stick up for those in trouble and cause some trouble themselves.
“Mmm, I guess I’ll forgive and forget this time.” The umbreon smiled leisurely before slowly circling around the chair, “Don’t like how I loom above everything?” He joked before gracefully falling into the chair and crossing his legs just in time to reach out and catch the flying water. Frowning at the irony of drinking water in a club of all places Tryce twisted the cap off and drank half of the bottle in one gulp, “I told you-“ He wiped off his mouth and tossed the bag towards Shousuke, “snacks. Figured you would be hungry so I wanted to stop in and see you instead of just waking up to your lovely face when you got back. Though I do enjoy waking up to that face…even though it is usually angry and eager to toss me into the floor…” He paused and frowned playfully at Shou before just shrugging, “And I was bored…it was too busy to fight the crowd so I just fell asleep. Can’t help it if it’s comfortable up there.”
Yawning he stretched back in his chair before peering back at his friend, "Next time you should let me do the maintenance, I need some exercise myself." He hid another yawn behind his hand. It might also wake him up to fight someone...but not here. Apparently brawls at clubs were considered threatening and violent actions by the guests and security team. He had learned that once before...or maybe twice before. Not his fault that idiots liked coming in and making trouble or that they might have happened to chase him here...okay so maybe that last part was a bit of his fault, still.
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Posted: Thu Dec 26, 2013 7:53 pm
Ah, the joys of counting on smart a** comments from the darkest corner in a room. He could always peg Tryce for spying on him, but it was the sarcastic comments that really warmed his heart. Shousuke rolled his eyes.
"If you call me half man again, I swear I'll box your ears, and you'll really be black and blue." Shousuke gave him a level stare, but it was clear from his posture that he was teasing. At first the comments had bothered him, but now it was only when punks tried to call him short that it actually got to him. Tryce? He was sure the guy was tripped out most of the time on LSD, so nothing he said seemed to surprise him anymore.
Shou caught the bag and sat it above the sound board, digging out a bag of his favorite chips; salt and vinegar! "Oh wow, I might have to let you slip by on a punch next time." If the man was trying to get on his good side, this was a good start. A bunch of his favorites were inside, and he was right, the Wigglytuff had been starving. He cracked open the bag, and started to chow down, all while passing glances at the dance floor.
"If you aren't skulking, go at it. I'm sure there will be plenty more later on." Shou bite into a crunchy chip, and whipped his fingers off on one of the many napkins he kept in the office. "So, what's up? I haven't seen you in a while, and you show up looking like an insomniac. What kind of trouble are you in now?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 26, 2013 8:17 pm
Smirking at the familiar smack talk Tryce just held up his hands defensively, “Yes sir. I would never think of saying such a thing about the manliest of men.” He mocked though his ears twitched upwards in amusement. If he got any bluer then that would be a problem, he was shiny enough as it was to stand out. The thought made the umbreon rub his shoulder where the marking was glowing ever so faintly. When he was a pokémon being a shiny was a pain in the a**, but now as a poke-human at least that wasn’t the only thing making him stand out from the crowd. Perhaps it was the insanity of his life that made him act a bit on edge, but the light hearted humor made life so much easier to get through.
“I would hope so. Gotta butter you up for what’s coming next…” Commented Tryce softly under his breath before shrugging and taking another drink of water, “Figured I should pick you up something since I knew you would be working here.” It was just fortunate that the cashier was so easily distracted at the convenience shop and that cameras didn’t pick up every corner or slip of hand. The umbreon kept that part to himself before his tail moved at the next set of questions.
“If the moon was good enough to heal by I would.” He sighed softly, “As it is I’m good for the night, too many bruises and cuts for someone like me. Wouldn’t want to scar too badly after all.” His regular, I’ve been caught, smirk emerged at the mention of trouble, “Trouble me? Why would you ever think that?” He raked a hand through his loose hair before peeking back up at Shou, “Though I umm may not be able to go back to any of my normal sleeping spots for a bit. A gang and some lovely ladies may have gotten a bit pissed at me and stalked me. So about you needing a loving roommate that’s only temporary and doesn’t mind sleeping on the floor…since they haven’t really slept in three days and are really just looking for a break from the pitchforks and torches….thanks so much.” His golden gaze gleamed innocently before he leaned back in his chair, “I’ll cook and clean even.”
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Posted: Thu Dec 26, 2013 9:20 pm
Shousuke flicked a chip at Tryce head and held the bag with his teeth while he went about setting up a new rotation. A normal DJ's station may have just included a music soundboard, but for Shousuke that would be too simple. From here he changed the tempo, set about a new series of remix's, switched the lights in the floorboards on to light up as the dancers stepped upon them, and turned on the sprinklers. The whooping cheers he could see, but couldn't hear was news enough to him that they were enjoying themselves. After setting up the sprinkler timer, he set the chip bag aside and grabbed a new snack.
Knowing Tryce, he waited for the fox to get around to the point, and snacked until then, his fingers occasionally flicking to the dashboard to tweak something or another. Concern built up for his friend. Shou didn't exactly lead a safe life, but he had consistency, something that Tryce lacked. It bothered him to no end. "Some day you're going to flirt with the wrong person, and pilfer something you shouldn't before you can get away. You do know that, right?" Chance was great if it was in your favor, but some day, everyone hit bankrupt.
Shou sighed and nodded, giving a sympathetic smile. "You can have the couch so long as you really do clean up the place. And I mean it. Throwing away my dishes doesn't count a second time, Tryce."
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Posted: Sat Dec 28, 2013 6:06 pm
Catching the chip the umbreon popped it into his mouth while watching his friend at work. The complexity of the studio and how easily Shou handled it all always secretly impressed him. It had been tempting once to play with the controls in the room, but that idea had quickly been shot down after Shou caught him fiddling with things. If he had just been gone for like five more minutes that time then I would have gotten away with it too. Grinning Tryce reached a hand out while Shou was turned around teasingly before pulling back to sit innocently in his chair.
“It’s possible,” Tryce shrugged lightly, “Then I would just have to figure out my escape.” He winked, “I’ve got friends for a reason as well. Still it would be an adventure to figure out a situation like that…” He trailed off and tapped a finger on his lips thoughtfully as if he really were tempted to get caught now. Gleaming with mischievousness his golden gaze slipped around the room before focusing back on Shou, “But I guess I should wait until a more epic moment for such fun.”
He did really smile though as he was accepted and for a second relief was allowed to flood across his features, “Thanks Shou.” The umbreon leaned back in his chair with a laugh at the brought up memory, “Hey, it was a good idea at the time. I got you new dishes, didn’t like those old ones anyway. But yes, I’ll make certain to wash them well with water and soap not with the ground below your place.”
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Posted: Sun Jan 12, 2014 4:36 pm
Like a Pidgeot, Shou saw the faintest of movements towards his work station, and he held up a finger in warning before returning to his work. Tryce may live a devil may care lifestyle, but no one, absolutely no one messed with his sound board, which was a lesson, if the only one, that the Umbreon had learned early on.
With a 'this guy is crazy' sigh, Shou shook his head. "You just wait, Tryce. There's only so many times you can come up blank when the revolver turns to you." Granted, the wigglytuff himself tended to make a few enemies here or there, but at least he didn't have to worry about a knife in the head when he went to sleep at night.
Shou crossed his legs underneath him in the chair, using his petite size to his advantage for once. "No prob, man, but I'm serious about those dishes. That shits expensive." Stroking his chin for a moment, an almost manic grin spread out on his features. "Wanna have a little fun?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 17, 2014 3:47 pm
As he was caught Tryce just smiled innocently towards his friend. Thwarted once again. So instead he pulled his long legs up on the chair and wrapping his arms around his knees spun around playfully. His balance was careful, however, and it was some skill that he kept from bouncing into any equipment with his three or four spins.
Slowing down to a halt he stared at Shou and teasingly raised his hand to his chin thoughtfully, “I suppose a scar here or there would be attractive then. I could live with it.” Tryce smiled deviously, “They would just have to worry about more than a scar though…still Shou – “His gaze turned serious, “I won’t let anyone catch me that easily. This time when I move again I’m going to find someplace high in the city with a new name. Oh!” He looked over at his friend, “Maybe I could buy it under your name? I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to use it…just going to store some things there and have a place to sleep at night. I much would prefer your bed though; something about anyplace else just isn’t the same.” He winked as his serious expression quickly faded away as usual.
“If you’re so fond of them then I’ll try my hardest to keep them in one piece. I still think the replacements I got were better as it was.” Replied Tryce with a faint pout before his ears perked up in interest, “Fun?” Smirking he leaned forward intrigued by his friend's suggestion, “What type of fun are you thinking of, Shou?”
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 7:07 pm
Shousuke curled his lip and took a great, heaving sigh. "My name? REALLY?" He liked his little life as a lowbrow, underground DJ and now Tryce was talking about involving him in the high rise life! "At least make it reasonable, if you buy something. No sports cars or penthouses; something that I would use, okay? And for Arceus' sake, warn me in advance." On things like this he would never know when Tryce was telling the truth or just teasing him, though he never really minded, so long as he knew what was going on.
Leaning forward, he cracked his knuckles, kicked the lock on the wheels of his chair, and climbed up to stand on it. His grin was positively manic. "There's a set of ear plugs in the back cabinet. You know the drill." Shousuke fiddled with a latch on an upper panel, then pulled out a microphone. He took great care to crouch back into his chair.
And then as the previous song ended, he flipped keys to live and started to sing.
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