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 Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2014 9:56 pm
(Description and such to be added when I'm not feeling so lazy...but it's not all that great. 'Rundown' might be the best word. XD Despite his assumed name, Tech works graveyard shifts at a convenience store earning minimum wage and thus has barely enough to pay rent he splits with a roommate he's not fond of. Luckily, said roommate is almost never home, but when Tech is, due to his late night work, he's usually sleeping.)
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2014 10:05 pm
Techno Tunes was relaxing at home on one of his rare nights off. However, he wasn't in a particularly good mood due to the smell of cigarettes that lingered around the apartment thanks to his good-for-nothing roommates less-than-healthy habits. Tech would have put on a fan to air the place out, but it was too loud for his favorite hobby, which consisted of his humming and singing certain music notes while attempting to compose his own written sheets of music.
Thus, a somewhat irritable Tech could be found lounging on the threadbare couch in the cramped living room of their tiny apartment, tapping a pencil to his head as he tried to come up with the next few notes of his song while ignoring the lingering odor of secondhand smoke.
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2014 11:15 am
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"You're a sweet, rocking filly with some sweet, rocking flanks! I wanna take you home and make you scream my name, oh baby -"
Somepony let out a loud gasp while another jeered in his wake, but Inkbrand was honestly too wasted to properly give a flying buck. He wasn't so out of it not to blow a kiss and a wink over at the offended mare, who - judging by the radioactive blush staining her cheeks as she looked him up and down - wasn't so offended as she liked to put on. It wasn't almost enough to make the stallion do a complete one-eighty and charge straight in her direction, but stumbling around Manehatten salted up was like asking somepony to mug you and steal all your bits. Especially in a darkened, back alley leading away from the pounding club music.
Still, Inkbrand let his eyes rove over the unicorn's pale green flanks, a lazy smirk curling his lips as her blush grew another notch before she turned away with a self-righteous huff, tail up in the air. That only made the view better, and Inkbrand allowed himself a few more moments of appreciative gazes, before chuckling lowly and returning on his way, his loud, raucous belting at a more acceptable hum.
"Can't you see I'm dying for a taste of those lips. Those lips, sweet lass, those flanks, and that - "
Buck, when did Wicked Rhythm's apartment get so far away. The song fell off his lips as Inkbrand's eyes narrowed, roving around the apartment complex he suddenly found himself standing in. This didn't look like Wicked's place…buck, he was more salted up than he'd thought. But at least he was still rational. With a mental shrug, Inkbrand started forward, eventually stopping when he came to a somewhat familiar door on the ground floor. To his extreme annoyance, the door was locked, and remained that way even after the grey Earth Pony had glared at it for a good minute or so.
Well buck, Wicked was going to be this difficult for him, the b***h. Was she out tonight? The buck that was going to stop him. Inkbrand spat harshly onto the concrete at his hooves, before he unsteadily whirled around and headed around towards the back of the apartments. There was a window right, around…uh?
Oh, there. Inkbrand furrowed his eyebrows at the window as if it were personally responsible for his problems - namely, making it rather difficult for him to break into his friend's apartment. The window was higher up than Inkbrand remembered it being. "You think that's gonna," Inkbrand muttered darkly to himself, though a sharp smile lit his features when he caught sight of a trash can nearby. With a bit of pushing, grunting, and general complaining about life, Inkbrand was balanced on top and pushing open the window.
"You bucking b***h, since when do you lock up before midnight," he all but hollered as he ungracefully clambered into the window, long legs scrunch up painfully. "If this is about that time you lost our bet and had to wear a dress, you'd better bucking believe I'll - buck!"
The loud exclamation was all Inkbrand had to get out as he face planted straight onto the floor, limbs askew. It seemed to take a while to straighten himself up, but eventually, the stallion was sitting on the floor, rubbing at his with one hoof. "s**t," he groaned, not bothering to heave himself upwards just yet, "why the buck did you move your…couch?..."
'Uh…huh?'
That, wasn't bucking Wicked Rhythm staring at him from the couch that was moved into the center of the room.
It was entirely easy to see, since Wicked Rhythm was probably the most butch mare he'd ever met in his life - so butch that she was easily mistaken for a stallion by near everypony she met. The mare sitting on the couch, however, was just about the opposite, all slender limbs and slim figure. Oh s**t, had he interrupted one of Wicked's partners? But then where was the Pegasus herself? The mare would probably know the answer to that, and Inkbrand opened his mouth to ask her.
"Well hey there, baby. You look like you could use some ink branded onto you."
Wait, buck, that wasn't what he wanted to say. No wait, yes it was, because there was a mare sitting all lonesome in a small cramped room with no other stallion in sight, and Inkbrand finally got it together enough to wobble to his feet, cocky leer firmly in place on his lips.
Oh hay yes, it was going to be one of those nights.
╓──
║ Currently : Hitting on this mare Wicked left behind.
║ Feeling : Flirtatious, relaxed, salted.
║ Located : Wicked Rhythm's apartment…maybe.
╙──────[[ OOC : ]]
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2014 2:15 pm
Tech wasn't sure why he bothered even trying to concentrate. Even with the window shut, the could hear somepony stumbling around outside and yakking away. It almost sounded as if they were talking to themselves. Not that this was something all that unusual with the neighborhood the apartment was located in, but why did this stranger have to be so loud? Though Techno waited patiently for them to pass, the persistent fool only seemed to get even nosier. What in Celestia's name...?
He had to do a double-take when he caught a glimpse of movement at his window. His ears perked and green eyes widened. Was it a potential burglar? Did they think the place was empty? He supposed it would have been on a usual night if he'd gone to work... Oh, this was bad. This was so bad. The intruder was attempting to get in and Tech didn't have the first clue how to react.
The police! He could call the police. But no, then they'd ask for all his personal information and after all the trouble he'd gone through purchasing his current identity from that shady info broker and trying to lay low, there was no way in heck he was going to do that.
Um...what did he have to defend himself with? His pencil? A lamp? Was he even strong enough to lift said lamp? Should he have just pretended he wasn't there and let them take what they wanted, or did he have the guts to stand his ground?
It was a minute or two of this frantic thought process before the pale apricot earth pony realized the lunatic seemed to be talking again. Yelling, even. But to who? Him?
Peering up over the edge of the couch, he tried to get a better view of the crazy pony. Nope, he was absolutely certain he'd never seen the psycho in all his life. Perhaps it was one of his roommate's friends...? But wouldn't he have mentioned him dropping by? Unless this idiot had just decided to drop by on a drunken whim.
No burglar in their right mind would have made so much noise trying to break into someone's apartment, right? Assuming this pony was in their right mind... How had he reached that window from the outside in the first place?!
The tattooed terrorist seemed incredibly unstable in more ways than one. Involuntarily, Techno Tunes found himself worrying that the strange pony was going to fall, but by then the intruder had already fallen inside. It was better than him tipping off whatever he'd been standing on outside, but Tech was still somewhat concerned about his potential injuries after having landed flat on his face.
Still too shocked to really react, the couch question went unanswered as the pale apricot pony ducked back out of sight, sinking into the couch as much as he possibly could. Maybe if he just lay there quietly, the strange stallion would get bored and go away. But no such luck.
It seemed that in Techno's attempt to get a better look at the gray earth pony, he had caught sight of him. Worse yet, he'd started trying to strike up a conversation. s**t, what now?! "I-I'm sorry?" he stammered, his high voice soft as he tried to maintain an outwardly calm demeanor. Tugging his silver bangs absently, however, as was his nervous habit, he could already feel the heat rise to his face as it flushed furiously. "...Ink?"
Though the drunk was...actually rather attractive in some bad a**, deviant, rebel punk sort of way, Techno was not about to admit this to anyone, including himself. He'd been there and done that; been lead on and let down by exactly this one's sort. Besides, in the state he was in, the drunkard seemed like he would have flirted with anything that moved - female, male, or otherwise. Whether or not he was the same way while he was sober had yet to be seen, but Tunes was also familiar with the fact that flirtation did not always signify interest.
Clearing his throat and sitting up, he tried to gather his wits back about him, but the crimson hue of his face refused to fade. "Excuse me, but I'm not sure I understand your business here. Are you a friend of my roommate's...?" he asked, his intonation hinting at contempt for the stranger's unexpected presence.
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2014 5:55 pm
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What, friend, roommate? Why was this mare so bucking hard to understand? She needed to learn how to speak plain pony or something, Inkbrand thought rather mulishly as he ran a hoof through his messy hair.
Oh wait a second, that's right. This was Wicked's place. So technically, Inkbrand supposed that made him a friend of a friend of hers, even though he hadn't known Wicked was shacking up with some pony. Apparently one that shared her looks to an extent, now that Inkbrand got a closer look at her. While still leagues more feminine than Wicked Rhythm on her best days, the mare was missing the soft curves of a real smoking hottie, causing Inkbrand to mourn for just a moment.
The moment passed quickly however, because, again. Mare. Couch. Eager for some of 'ol Inkbrand.
"Forget about your roommate," the grey stallion declared loudly, promptly making himself comfortable on the couch without so much as an 'excuse me', "that's not important right now. What is important," he continued, words not quite slurred but rather heavy, "is that I'm here, and you're here, and this couch is looking mighty comfortable, wouldn't you think?" Inkbrand leaned in to nearly brush his nose against the mare, completely at ease invading her personal space as a heated smirk crossed his face. Oh sure, they tended to protest once or twice, but once they got revved up, it was easy as one-two-three.
Though, maybe he'd overdone the salt tonight. Inkbrand was finding it harder to keep up this flirtatious game, his smirk falling into a sudden and wide yawn. It would be a while yet before he passed out, but it was definitely on the to-do list. Amongst all the different things that could happen when a pony got salted up, Inkbrand had always been one to start out very hoofsy, loud, and rambunctious - he'd had to pay off a few bar bills after causing some fights quite a few times - before he eventually mellowed out for a while, before falling asleep. Sometimes, Inkbrand wished he were the type of pony to party out loud, straight until they keeled over knocked out…but hey, getting all chill and relaxed wasn't a bad way to pass the night either.
…Damnit. Now was not the bucking time to be reminiscing on a night long past. With a mental shake of his head, Inkbrand focused back on the other pony, only now realizing he'd essentially plastered himself against the mare.
"Woah, sorry about that," the grey Earth Pony said cheerfully, without an ounce of apology in his voice as he made no move to extract himself from the other. "Hope you don't mind me crashing until your roommate gets back…where's Wicked keep her salt stash anyways?" Inkbrand questioned suddenly, pulling back from the mare slightly to eye the apartment as if the magical white cubes might spring out from a hiding place. "Buck, I wouldn't mind a beer either." the stallion wheedled, throwing one foreleg around the mare's shoulders and leaning in close, as if she were a long time salting buddy rather than a potential quick lay.
Buck. That was the only downside of getting really salted up, he tended to lose his game rather early on. But hey - either way, his night ended in bliss, and his mornings usually ended in trauma from either a pounding head, or a mare pounding away at his head. So it seemed an even trade off, to him.
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║ Currently : Trying to get some salt or a beer from Wicked's roommate.
║ Feeling : Flirtatious, cheerful, friendly.
║ Located : Wicked Rhythm's apartment…maybe.
╙──────[[ OOC : ]]
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2014 6:59 pm
The pale apricot pony promptly moved as far to one side of the couch as he possibly could. Not to make room for the couch-crasher, but rather to keep as far away from him as possible without getting up. He couldn't leave the premises just then, much as he would have liked. That would have just let this creep realize how much he was getting to him. No, this sort, if Techno wasn't mistaken, was the kind that had to be dealt with firmly and by holding one's ground. Somewhat like a primitive, territorial display, considering their minds weren't likely to be much more complex.
"Eh...?" At the gray stallion's bold statements, though, Tech's outwardly calm facade was starting to slip, his complexion growing rosier with every new implication. He swallowed hard and tried once more to communicate. "Y-Yes, it was quite comfortable...right up until you sat down your tattooed a** on it and decided to make yourself at home," he said in a mostly steady voice, keeping his head high and trying to meet the other's gold gaze.
Drat, but what if he took that the wrong way? Techno looked away quickly, averting his emerald gaze before realizing that could have been taken the wrong way, too. Crap, crap, CRAP! Oh flying mother of manticores, he was TOUCHING HIM!! When and how the hell had he gotten so damn close?! Tech gave an involuntary whimper in distress, wondering if he was going to faint from the sheer rush of blood to his ruddy face.
Just then, though, the impertinent delinquent miraculously decided to back off, his apparent fatigue getting the better of him. Maybe he would fall asleep soon and Techno could toss him back outside into a dumpster where he belonged. Yes, this was a good plan...if an overly-hopeful one. Once again, no such luck.
"..." Was he apologizing? The words had been said, but the tone and actions that followed were not consistent with them. "A-actually yes, I do mind," he began, though he wasn't sure that would, in any way, deter the flagrant fool. "This is just a wild guess, but I'm thinking you might have the wrong apartment. I'm not sure who you're talking about, because I don't know any 'Wicked'," he stated, gaining confidence as he spoke. He just needed to take charge and straighten this hooligan out. Yes, simple as that!
...But no, the gray pony wasn't paying attention again. He seemed to be distracted by a craving for salt and beer. Techno rolled his eyes. "At the moment, I think those are the last things you need..." he muttered, just starting to relax his tense body before the drunkard was touching him yet again, making him jump slightly before going rigid. Alright. That was it.
Leaping off the couch in an agitated whir, Techno Tunes turned to address the strange stallion. "Listen, you!" he cried, pointing a firm hoof at his addressee. "I don't know who you are or where you came from or why you think you can just come crashing in through people's windows at this hour of night, but you're obviously not right in the head!" He stomped his hoof back down.
"My roommate is out and probably getting as smashed as you are now. He likely won't be back until morning, but his name isn't 'Wicked' and he sure as heck isn't a 'she', so I sincerely doubt he's the pony you're looking for. Even so, had he been, his absence doesn't give you any right to help yourself to whoever else is around while you wait. I don't appreciate the ridiculously untoward advances you're making when I don't even know you or your name!"
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2014 6:35 am
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Inkbrand never pouted, but his lips seemed to make a good attempt to it as he rubbed one hoof against his right ear, put out by the sudden loud noises the mare was making. Figured Wicked's b***h would be all prissy and high-strung, she liked them like that.
Though, now that his head was beginning to cool off a bit from the immediate after effects of a hard salting, Inkbrand could make a little sense of the angry words tumbling from the mare's - stallion, even? What the buck, another girly looking stallion? Manehatten was just full of 'em - mouth, causing him to glance around the apartment once again. No wonder everything looked a little strange, and no bucking wonder why the door had been locked up. This wasn't Wicked's place at all!
'Oh, s**t. Whaddya know.'
Somewhere along with this newfound revelation, Inkbrand was aware that he was literally trespassing into some pony's home, and he'd be damn lucky if he could get the buck out before the siren's cam blaring around the corner. But even that thought was curtailed as Inkbrand let out another yawn, followed by a light hiccup, scratching one hoof against his chin as if deep in thought.
Damnit, too much thinking, not enough drinking. But Inkbrand did catch the tail end of her words, causing him to perk up in an almost comical manner.
"Oh, is that what this is about," he asked, though there was a lack of a question in his tone. "Well s**t, why didn't you say so. Name's Inkbrand, best damn tattoo artist in all of Equestria. Now that that's out of the way, we're going to be best friends, right?" Inkbrand snickered, still comfortably sprawled out on the couch as if he owned it, never mind the irate mare that would potentially be coming after him with a frying pan soon.
'Hot.'
"Alright alright, no need to get your panties in a twist," Inkbrand sighed with a little flapping of his hoof, expression and tone equivalent to a pony imparting the deepest and most demanding favor for a dear friend, "it was an honest mistake. What's a sweet looking mare like you doing letting stallions crawl into their windows, anyways?" he chided as he heaved himself upwards from the couch, shaking his head a bit. Honestly, you'd think a mare would have more sense than to let a smashed stallion into their home at this hour.
Inkbrand turned to tell the mare so, but his eyes caught onto the fridge standing a ways away in the kitchen, and he happily trot up to it, opening it up to stick his head inside. Wicked was bound to have a six-pack or something laying around, wasn't she?
╓──
║ Currently : Looking for beer and chatting up the mare/stallion.
║ Feeling : I'd even settle for a scotch or something...
║ Located : Wicked's…no, not Wicked's. Random a** apartment.
╙──────[[ OOC : ]]
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2014 1:18 pm
Tech's one visible eye twitched with frustration and incredulity as the gray stallion yawned again, making it impossible to tell if he was even processing any portion of what the apricot pony had been trying to say. He was about to go on another tirade and perhaps even get physical if he had to (not that that was likely to end well, given his own build and the other's) when the chin-scratching idiot finally decided to acknowledge him with a verbal response.
"......" He was once again struck speechless for a few good minutes, even after the self-proclaimed tattoo artist had introduced himself. "Best...friends..." he recited through gritted teeth. Unfortunate choice of words. The last 'best friend' Tech had had just happened to be the very same back-stabbing mare-chaser who Ink had reminded Tech of on sight. "That's right...let's be best friends..." A funny look came into the pale stallion's eyes as he began to advance on the other earth pony.
...Wonderful. So the drunken moron had mistaken him for a mare. Not like Tech could have really blamed him with how even sober ponies tended to make the same assumption. And he knew there were a lot of metrosexual ponies around Manehatten, as the term 'metro' implied. But blame him he did anyway. Partly because the unlucky idiot had already struck a few nerves by looking, acting, and sounding like Techno's lying, traitorous first love.
Well, perhaps it was time one of these shallow, promiscuous vagrants got a taste of their own medicine. Loathe as he was to play the part, Tech tossed his silver mane in what he hoped was a seductive enough-manner and knelt just before the couch. He rested his head atop his forelegs which he folded delicately across Ink's lap, peering up at the gray stallion with the best 'come hither' gaze he could muster.
Inwardly he wanted to gag, but if this worked, it would all be worth it. Perhaps a wiser pony might have sensed something was up with Tech's sudden change in demeanor, but this cloudy-minded, drowsy dope? Not likely. Still, he couldn't let up until he was sure.
"I'm sorry; you're right. I just got a little flustered," Techno replied innocently, his naturally high, feminine voice manipulated into something more sultry. "Your good looks had me stunned. Why do you think I avoided calling the cops? I couldn't bear the thought of you being dragged away in cuffs." Oh, he was getting up. Well, guess that whole little display had been pointless.
Still, perhaps there was a chance yet. Un...less the moron had already forgotten he was in the wrong apartment and was already looking for this 'Wicked' pony's stuff again. Luckily for him, Tech's own roommate kept the fridge well-stocked with beer. Cheap stuff, most of it, but alcohol was alcohol, as he told Tech. The apricot pony's nose wrinkled in distaste. He did not want to have to try to appeal to a drunkard smelling even more of spirits than he already did. It was revolting as it was, mixed with the odor of cigarette smoke all about.
Mentally cringing, Techno flung himself at Inkbrand's back while the latter was occupied with the contents of the fridge. He smiled and whispered teasingly into the stallion's pierced ear, hanging over the other pony as if he was desperate not to lose bodily contact. "Neh, don't leave me now. I thought we were just getting comfortable together on the couch. It's already getting colder without you." Ugh...I think I'm going to need a drink myself, after this...
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2014 4:18 pm
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Oh, sweet, Wicked had something laying around. Inkbrand frowned as he pulled out a can and popped the lid, noting the brand. Not that he minded even the cheap stuff, it just wasn't the brand he knew Wicked liked.
Oh buck, that's right, this wasn't Wicked's place. He kept bucking forgetting about that little fact. Inkbrand stared at the can for a moment, before shrugging, and beginning to chug it down. Well, a few beers couldn't make all the difference, could it? Especially since the mare seemed totally cool with him being around.
'Well of course, who wouldn't be alright with this fine hunk of stud.'
Inkbrand's left ear gave one twitch of warning before a warm body was suddenly draped over his, almost like a blanket. In his normal state of mind, the tattoo-clad stallion would have had a hoof lashing out in the blink of an eye - it was downright stupid to let some pony approach your back like that in Manehatten - but salted up as he was, Inkbrand only blinked, head turning over his shoulder to see that yes, the mare was cuddling up to him, singing a completely different tune.
In more than one way.
Buck, it was a guy. Inkbrand scowled into his beer, not even bothering to remove the body from his. Somewhat because he enjoyed the heat and physical press of bodies, mostly because doing so would require him to both think and function, and right now, he could only be arsed to do one. So, think it was, and thinking of the slim body that was sinewy and muscled where it should have been curved and squishy made the scowl on his lips grow even more. Though, at least he was pretty for a guy, almost enough to be mistaken for a mare.
The thought almost made him chuckle. Almost.
"Well aren't you a needy little b***h," the grey stallion half-sneered, half-snickered as he turned away from the fridge, not bothering to close the door. With the other practically draped over him, Inkbrand gave a little wiggle of his shoulders to dislodge him, though he couldn't have cared less he he'd ended up dragging the other with him. "That's not cute at all." Inkbrand flopped back onto the couch with a sigh, bringing up his legs to cross them on the coffee table as he took another long swig of his drink, letting out a quick burp afterwards. He wiped at his mouth with one fore hoof as the other was used to prop up his head, golden gaze centered clearly on the other stallion despite their somewhat glazed look. "You're hoofing up the wrong tree bud, I don't do stallions."
Well…once or twice. But never as a first choice. When faced between a beautiful, drop dead gorgeous mare and a dude, well…that was bucking no choice at all.
╓──
║ Currently : Laying down some boundaries and getting a little clearer head.
║ Feeling : Buck, he bucking looks like a chick. Maybe if he did up his mane...
║ Located : Random a** apartment.
╙──────[[ OOC : ]]
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2014 6:14 pm
Oh, sure, now he noticed. Not that Tech hadn't been expecting him to figure it out sooner or later, and he probably should have guessed pressing himself up so close to the other would have been a big clue. It was even something of a relief that he hadn't had to keep up his act as long as he had anticipated.
But Tunes had been hoping to at least get this Inkbrand a little worked up before he'd been exposed as a guy. Instead, not only did he lose his chance at revenge and seeing the look on the other stallion's face, but the delinquent actually thought Tech legitimately wanted him. The apricot pony doubted it could have gotten much more embarrassing than that.
Shoving off the gray stallion the first chance he got, Tech shuddered slightly at the thought of all the germs he might have picked up from that one brief contact. Who even knew where that idiot had been? Not himself, that was for sure; not after he'd forgotten twice that he was currently in an unfamiliar apartment.
Techno glared venomously at Ink, his emerald gaze even more scathing than before. Now that the shock of the situation had, for the most part, subsided. He was being laughed at by an idiot drunkard who had somehow manged to break his way into the wrong apartment. Him, the one who had been minding his own business! The indignation of it all was enough to keep the flush-faced stallion speechless until Inkbrand put his legs on the coffee table.
"Watch where you put those!" he snapped, darting over to the table to snatch up his precious musical works-in-progress. If Ink got beer stains or hoof prints on Tech's papers, Celestia help him, there would be hay to pay. Arms full of papers, he knelt beside the table to rearrange and stack them before reluctantly returning his attention to the walking, talking nuisance that had taken his place and draped itself across his couch.
He scowled repugnantly at the other stallion's burp before meeting his glazed gold eyes. "I didn't think so," he retorted at the other's last statement. "If I did, believe me, I wouldn't have been caught dead within a mile's radius of you."
"Besides your completely unorthodox introduction, your crimes of breaking, entering, and trespassing, your absurd appearance, and the fact that you reek of alcohol, stupidity, and lust, there are at least a million other reasons why I'd never actually be attracted to you," he lied angrily, ears pressed back against his skull as a hoof came up to tug his bangs. "You being a stallion was the least of my concerns."
Shifting his sight back to his stack of papers, Techno Tunes fiddled with them absently with his other hoof as he continued to defend himself. "The only reason I was 'hoofing up' anything was because I thought I might have been able to repulse you badly enough to send you away and make sure you never returned."
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2014 7:15 pm
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It had to be at least ten full seconds of Inkbrand staring dumbly at the other stallion, slack-jawed and stupid, before he burst out into uproariously, uncontrollable laughter.
Too soon he was wheezing for breath and literally wiping tears away from his eyes, clutching at his stomach with one hoof while trying to keep a firm hold of his beer, which pretty much resulted in him spilling a portion of it onto the floor. Luckily, he missed those precious scraps of paper, seeing how the other stallion had snatched them all up. But the grey Earth Pony couldn't help it, really, and as much as Inkbrand tried to get himself under control, the worse it got, long after his face became flushed with laughter and good spirits.
Buck, this guy was a riot, almost all prim and s**t. For one half-backed, almost delirious moment, Inkbrand got a vision of the stallion with his mane and tail done up in large curls like a certain boutique owner back in Ponyville, causing another wave of boisterous laughter.
"That," he managed to gasp out once his laughter had gotten into some semblance of control, "was bucking beautiful. You bucking come onto ponies to chase them away? That's the best bullshit excuse I've ever heard!" Inkbrand crowed, slapping one hoof hard on his knee as another round of laughter burst forth from his lips, slightly muffled as he followed up with another long swig of his beer. Seriously. He'd had mares claim to not have been attracted to him at all after the fact, stallions try to pretend he wasn't a threat to their status - hay, even one spectacular gal who'd try to convince him that their one night stand had been a pity party!
But he'd never, ever, had a pony hit on him in the hopes of driving him away. What bucking pony did that?
Feeling considerably more aware and less bored than he'd been the past hour, Inkbrand wiped at his mouth again, eyes now sharper as he lounged on the couch and gazed at the other stallion with half-lidded eyes. "So," the grey stallion started, mirth still dancing around in his eyes, "do you normally 'hoof up' every stallion that comes waltzing by your place?" The emphasis on the words were spoken as clearly as the other male had uttered them not a moment before, sarcasm thick in the air. He hadn't missed the implication that the stallion was, indeed, into other stallions, or at least both the sexes, and didn't bother addressing the overuse of derogatory adjectives the apricot unicorn had used to describe him. Mares often did that to prove how little they thought of him…which, in Inkbrand's oh so humble opinion, only proved the opposite.
No need to exert so much energy and thought on something you cared nothing for, after all.
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║ Currently : Being a generally annoying little s**t.
║ Feeling : Buck, what a bucking laugh. This guy's pretty interesting.
║ Located : Random a** apartment.
╙──────[[ OOC : ]]
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2014 9:43 pm
More laughter. The pale pony's face promptly saturated with an intense vermilion. This was getting way beyond indignant. He sat back on his hindquarters and stared irritably at Ink while he waited for the gray stallion to cease his uproar. Secretly he would have just liked to crawl into his room and shut the door, but there was no way he could talk his eyes off Ink. Not because he was good-looking or anything of the sort - no, not at all - but because it was common sense not to let the drunkard out of his sight. He might have stolen all the beer and whatever else he thought might have been of value!
Not that causing others to laugh was anything new to Techno. He seemed to be pretty good at it - just when he wasn't trying to be funny. It was similar to how he always seemed to make mares feel worse and usually end up hating him when he tried to comfort them. Nothing he did ever seemed to go as he intended.
"So glad I could be of amusement," he growled through clenched teeth. "If you had any semblance of a brain - and it wasn't completely soaked through with alcohol, you'd be able to think for a moment and realize it's a better bullshit excuse than it sounds like!" He paused. Wait, no, that came out wrong. "I-I mean, it's not an excuse! It makes perfectly logical sense!"
It was getting hard to get himself heard over a new bout of Inkbrand's boisterous laughter. That was, if Ink could even process what he was saying. The more beer he drank, the more Techno began to wonder if it was even worth trying to explain himself at all.
"It's reverse psychology!" he yelled, flustered out of his attempt at composure once more. His tone sounded as if even he was starting to doubt his own reasoning now. "Or...something of that nature! Obviously you were looking for some mare or other, so I thought it natural to assume you liked them."
"I'm sick and tired of stallions like you who go around accosting ponies and leading them on for one-night-stands until you get what you want and drop them like a hot potato," Techno protested, eyes narrowed. "So I thought if I went along with your silly delusion, you would find out eventually that things aren't always what they seem and mares aren't the only ones who can be taken advantage of."
He'd just wanted to scare him a bit, was all. Freak him out when Ink discovered the mare he'd been hitting on wasn't a mare at all. It was a terrible shame Tech had slipped up and he'd noticed early on; the apricot earth pony really would have liked to see the look on his face.
Now that he had the other's attention, though, Tunes wasn't so certain said stallion would have reacted as disturbed and disgusted as he'd originally thought. Perhaps it was his intoxicated state, but something about the way Inkbrand was looking at him right then gave Techno the shivers just as badly as when he'd been in such close proximity on the couch. Yep - even drunk as buck, this definitely one of those 'lady-killer' types; maybe not as stupid as he originally seemed and certainly not to be underestimated. He swallowed hard.
What had he been getting at, now? Oh, right. This stallion was trespassing. "So...so you can get out, now! There's nothing for you here - not your 'Wicked' or any other mare. And take your stupid beer with you!"
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2014 11:35 am
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A strange sort of hybrid, half-snort, half-snicker wound its way out of his mouth at the stallion's comment of "reverse psychology" - 'My a**! More like reverse psychology…ing, onto my flanks.' - but it was more of leftover residue from the laughing fit he'd had from before. Oh sure, he'd heard of that technique before, knew what it entailed in context. Like that time Radiant Star and Wicked Rhythm had gotten him to stay in a haunted mansion by telling him he didn't have the balls for it, or when Spirit Fire had gotten Diamond Bass to pump up his advertising for the band by pretending to give up.
But still. This was the first time he'd heard of a pony, who didn't want to be touched or flirted with, draping himself across some pony in an attempt to drive them away. Just the thought sent up another short bubble of laughter that was slightly muffled by the foreleg he was resting his head against. Bucking fantastic.
The stallion's next words, however, made Inkbrand bristle with indignation, causing him to start upwards from his lounging position. Trust a bucking stranger to think he's got some pony figured out. His gaze, once languid and playful, became sharper and inflamed, and Inkbrand felt more than made his hoof crush the empty beer can, unceremoniously dropping it onto the floor. It took him a bit longer to get his proper footing, given the salt and alcohol still coursing its way through his system, but soon enough Inkbrand was on his hooves and stalking forward, heated glare fixed on the other.
"Oi," he snapped, getting right into the other's face, a natural attempt to use bulk and height to intimidate, "I don't need your bucking assumptions." Inkbrand took a step back to regard the other imperiously, tail swishing in an agitated fashion. Normally he could bucking care less what other ponies thought of him - ponies were going to judge and assume no matter where one was, so why bother? - but for some reason, the grey stallion didn't feel like letting it lie this time.
"For your information," the Earth Pony stated, tone almost conversational, "every bucking mare knows what I want before we hit the sack - and most importantly, what I don't want." And that was true. Oh sure, the chasing and flirting was fun and without preamble, seeing who else could play the flirting game, testing what made another crack or come out of their shell. But the actual act of jumping into bed always came with a warning. Some stallions got a kick out of leading mares on a wild chase only to dump them on a whim, but not him. Who the buck wanted to deal with all the screaming and dramatics, the tossing of objects and flipping of tables, anyways? To the grey stallion, it was much better to simply find partners who were only invested as much as he was - which was to say, not at all. At least not beyond the simple physical pleasure a night could bring.
Plus, there was also the Mare Mentality to watch out for. If one of their own got emotionally hurt, mares could band together against a stallion faster than one of those puffball creatures could scarf down an apple. Which, more often than not, resulted in that unlucky stallion never getting laid again in that area, ever.
Never, ever.
Despite himself, Inkbrand shivered. Indeed, much better to be upfront. Every mare eventually knew what she was, and was not, getting with him.
Well…except for Aurora Sketch, but she had been a special case. Especially considering that Inkbrand had met her, talked to her for all of two minutes, then left her to go talk with another pony, all of which had resulted in the crazy mare treating him like he'd shagged her and left the morning after! It had been a bit of an ego boost, knowing that he had had such a strong effect on a pony he'd only just met, but still. Aurora's treating of him as an ex-lover rather than the veritable strangers they were had been…rather creepy, to say the least.
"If they've changed their minds the next morning, then that's no bucking skin off my flank," Inkbrand finally said after a moment, stepping back out of the stallion's personal space again. His ears blissfully ignored the other's request to leave the apartment - partly because Inkbrand wasn't exactly sure he could make it to Wicked's apartment, mostly because he had no clue where the buck he even was anymore. Or rather, where this apartment was located.
But the stallion hadn't seen fit to call the police yet, so hay. What was a night crashing on the couch between buddies, right?
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║ Currently : Being righteously indignant.
║ Feeling : Bucking pretentious assuming little s**t.
║ Located : Random a** apartment.
╙──────[[ OOC : True story. I was in a RP once with Inkbrand, where he met a female mare, introduced himself and talked with her for one post, then left to go talk with someone else. And from then on, that mare acted like Inkbrand had dumped her after toying with her emotions. It was…harrowing, to say the least... ]]
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2014 8:43 pm
The apricot pony was caught by surprise yet again as Inkbrand went from weak laughter to prideful protest. His crushing of the can and sudden advancement caused Tech to abandon his small stack of papers and back up against the wall in disconcertation. With widened eyes, slack jaw, and lowered ears, it was clear he hadn't at all expected the intoxicated stallion to flare up from him running his mouth. Seemed like he had been paying attention to what he'd been saying after all, though now Tech wasn't sure if he considered that a good or bad thing.
"Begging your pardon," he all but whispered. Ink was too close to have been able to miss the apology, anyway. "I...I'm...still trying to stop being like them." To unlearn all he'd learned; to go against how he'd been raised. 'Them' being the high-society ponies who valued pedigree over wealth and status over skill; the ponies who distinguished themselves as the cream of the crop by referring to everyone else as 'commoners'. 'Them' being those who made judgements and assumptions about others before even getting to know them.
Not that Ink would likely have known what he meant by 'them', but once again, Tech was too flustered to really think about his words before speaking them. "I-I mean I'm...not a very good conversationalist. Very bad social skills." He attempted a sheepish smile and released a small sigh of relief as the other stallion finally took a step back. "I...don't like being judged either."
Not that he really knew anyone who did, but he'd been stereotyped and labeled in ways he didn't agree with either, hiding behind masks and facades for years. At least in that sense he could understand where Ink's otherwise seemingly random outburst had come from. It was difficult for Tunes not to be a hypocrite when everything he'd come to learn and know was everything he'd turned his back on when he'd left his old identity and sought out a new way of life as a 'commoner' himself.
"That's...that's good to know," he answered in what he hoped was a more casual tone. Ink's apparent shiver puzzled him, but he thought it better not to pry. Well, not directly, at least. "Um...are you cold?"
With a heavy exhale - this time for reasons other than Ink merely giving him more space - Techno hung his head in shame. "Sorry," he apologized again. "Honestly, part of the reason I've been giving you such a hard time is because you remind me very strongly of another pony I used to know. One I was close with. Still haven't quite forgiven him yet...but I know that's no excuse to take out my feelings on you." He raised his head to meet Ink's eye. "Or to assume you're anything like him."
Glancing back toward the couch, he muttered, "I'd imagine you'd have trouble getting back to whatever destination you had planned to reach tonight, especially at this hour and in your current state. With my roommate gone until morning, I suppose you can stay for the time being." He bit his lip disdainfully. "It's the least I can do after the way I acted."KittyKay_66 ((I had a feeling that might have been true. ^_^ You seemed the type of rper creative enough to reference the rp history of your character's past in present situations. (Ironically, the character Techno Tunes is based off of is one of the few of my own characters with enough rp history for me to do the same.) That, and I know how other characters/roleplayers can be; I could completely picture Ink illiciting that sort of reaction, too, warranted or not, with how dynamic he is. He's too popular~ XD Sorry about that.
On another note, seeing your post (even before reading it) completely made my day and this was becoming the worst one I've had in a while, so thanks for that. heart ))
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