It was close to midnight when Tolliver left the studio, tugging his jacket around him and wishing he'd thought this plan through more. They had called him, earlier in the afternoon, about possibly coming in to look at their equipment for a potential deejay position, and Tolliver hadn't yet told Hitch this, wondering if he could get through the interview process first and surprise him later.
But the process had run long, and now his leg was aching unpleasantly from standing for so long, Tolliver's cane clicking against the pavement of the sidewalk. He didn't live too far away from the studio - only about two blocks - but Fritz was out again, and Hitch had said something about working late, so he had no way to get home unless he walked.
The streets were mostly deserted, and Tolliver hugged himself a little closer before continuing down, head bowed against the wind and wishing he didn't have to limp so damn much.
saint sergio
frayedflower
this makes our 4th rp together currently in progress #yolo
Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2015 1:09 pm
Rutile's lip was healing slowly. Right now he had a freaking scab on it because some little jerk bit him instead of letting him drain energy. Everyone should just let him drain! It'd make his job so much easier. It's not like he was pulling starseeds from them, what was the big deal, honestly? The man's green eyes rolled as he toyed with his tie that was flapping in the warm breeze. His pierced tongue came out and swiped over the scabs and then pouted. It was going to scar.
As the metal of the tongue ring clinked with the lip piercings, Rutile's eyes spotted a guy with his head down, limping.
"An easy target," he whispered to himself, jumping down from his perch on the ledge of a building, landing behind the other with a light noise.
Tolliver felt the warm gust of the wind around him, and he would have picked up the pace if it was possible with his stupid leg. As it was, he tried to shuffle a bit less sluggishly, wondering if he she should just go to Hitch's instead. It was closer, and he did have a key...
His thoughts, however, were disrupted. There was a rustling sound, and a soft thump, and Tolliver's eyes flickered, a strange sense of foreboding shivering up his spine. He twisted around, gaze landing on the lurking figure behind him, and gave a sharp gasp, staggering abruptly.
He immediately threw his hands up, heart pounding.
"I don't - I don't have any money, before you ask," Tolliver said quickly, but something told him this was not an ordinary mugger.
saint sergio
Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2015 1:46 pm
Before he got a word in, the boy was speaking and Rutile laughed a bit. "I don't want your money..." He shrugged and pushed his hands in his pockets, sliding toward the limping man. The grin on his face didn't stop as he looked him up and down before sighing. "Relax. I don't wanna hurt you. Just.. chat you up a bit first."
Wait. That sounded like he was going to hurt him. "I mean I want to chat you up. Maybe buy you a drink, something like that, right?" He tilted his head a little more, hair tickling his face as he did. "So.. What's your name?"
His eyes flickered lower, tracing the lines of the uniform - and something about it unsettled Tolliver, reminded him of the incident on New Year's Eve, with all of the people that had come storming in. His chest tightened, and he didn't like that grin, didn't like the apparent casual way the other was walking towards him.
"N-no thank you," Tolliver said, throat feeling dry. He took a step back, cursing inwardly his leg once more. "No, thanks, I'm not - I'm not interested - "
saint sergio
Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2015 9:33 pm
"Hey, hey." He held up his hands a bit, laughing. "Relax, Alley Cat. I'm not here to hurt you." Rutile stopped in his steps and tilted his head. "Honest! Not here to hurt anyone. See? Not even armed." He turned himself around and even patted himself down and turned his pockets out. Not even a wallet on hand, but it wasn't unusual. "Come on, Kitten, tell me your name? I'm Rutile."
The nickname, unlike the ones Hitch gave him, made him feel nauseated and uncomfortable, Tolliver sucking in a sharp breath. He took another step back, slow and steady, because running was useless; he wouldn't be able to get very far.
Fear coiled in his stomach, spreading upwards.
"I know what you are," Tolliver said, heart beating fast, and held out a hand in front of him. "Don't come any closer."
saint sergio
Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2015 2:27 pm
"Look, guy, I'm just a simple man out for a little fun." And he stepped closer despite what the other said. He grabbed hold of that hand, laced their fingers together, and stepped into the other's personal bubble before twisting that arm behind Tolliver's back and leaned in to press a kiss to his lips. He would definitely start the draining process without much grace.
See, here was the thing; as far as Hitch knew, his boyfriend was safe and secure at home tucked in his bed, and give him about an hour or two of time to make the city a little safer as Eurydike. He hated lying to Tolliver, yeah, but he lied to him enough about more serious things, and at least this one was done in his own best interest.
Like always, he'd just happened to blindly chase a chaos trail down, bounding from rooftop to rooftop, and got there just in time to see - well, everything. Tolliver's hand up in resistance, and some ******** piece of s**t kissing - ******** assaulting - his mother ******** boyfriend. For a second, all he could do was stare, choking on his own rage - a second was really all it took.
"SALT OF THE EARTH!" he bellowed, flinging a protective salt ring at (around, that would be better) his boyfriend, and then dropped down from the rooftop, every inch of him rigid with white-hot anger. "You <********>!" he roared. "I'm gonna ********' rip your face off an' make you eat it you piece of s**t!!" He practically launched himself at the officer, fists first.
Sailor Scout Attack: Salt of the Earth. Eurydike presses his hands together, then spreads them around himself in a circle, producing a ring of white. He then either lowers his hands, bringing the circle down onto himself, or lifts them, willing the circle onto a single other senshi. This protects a single senshi for thirty seconds from youma attack, and might extend hostile first level characters. However, anyone more powerful will have a much easier time breaking the circle; for instance, against a captain, it lasts about seven seconds. Against a general, even less than that. Limit once per battle as a senshi.
Saint Sergio
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kuropeco
lalalala biggrin
Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2015 3:27 pm
He had a split second to register that what he was saying was not at all simple before Tolliver found his hand snatched. He let out his breath in a sharp gasp, struggling to pull free, but then he was yanked forward, caught off guard, and then -
- lips pressed against his, not necessarily hard, but not Hitch's, and Tolliver's eyes were wide and fearful, unpleasant chills running up and down his spine, and this was nothing like kissing Hitch, nothing at all. Bile rose in the back of his throat, his wrist throbbing, as Tolliver began to panic, chest tightening, yanking hard.
Stop stop stop stop STOP -
There was a distant shout, full of rage and anger. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, and then Tolliver was forced backwards, gasping and choking. One hand rose to press against his mouth, trying desperately to wipe his mouth as he collapsed to the ground, trembling violently.
Rutile was relishing in the way this man seemed to be caught off guard. It was his specialty, after all. He was just about to push his tongue into that mouth when he heard someone shout something. Apparently the lieutenant had been to preoccupied with trying to drain this civilian that he didn't notice an Order signature so, so close to him.
And then he was ripped away from the civilian by something or other and he growled, landing on his a** before he heard the screeching of some random senshi.
"Wha-"
And then an angry man in white came at him and Rutile only barely moved out of the way so he didn't get absolutely clobbered. He yelped and then spun on his heel to watch the senshi and then backed up.
"Look, I wasn't hurting him!"
Draining honestly didn't hurt civilians! He was so confused..
frayedflower
kuropeco
Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2015 5:50 am
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Tolliver collapse to the ground, furiously wiping at his mouth and trembling. His stomach churned, and he forced anger up in place of nausea, whirling on the lieutenant again, his sandals dragging audibly against the ******** YOU, " he barked, and the only reason he didn't lunge right at the guy again was because something happened to catch his eye - a glass bottle, someone's discarded beer.
Perfect.
"You don't even know what you just ********' did - "
He lunged and snatched it up with his hand, smashing the bottom against the side of the building before he launched himself at the officer again. "You stupid b***h!"
He didn't know what was happening, except that a complete stranger - and one of the New Year's types had grabbed him and had - had kissed him, not even gently - and then someone else had leapt in, though Tolliver couldn't put the pieces together. Was it to save him? He certainly seemed angry enough, disgust and hatred lacing the second man's voice.
Tolliver inched back away from the two of them, chest tight, and the smash of the bottle against the building made him flinch violently, his fingers hitting the ring of salt currently surrounding him.
"W-wait - " he started to say, but the words failed him, dying in his throat.
frayedflower
saint sergio
Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2015 5:02 am
"Yeah, I tried to drain him!"
The Negaverse agent yelp a little more and just shifted to pull his weapon. It was a sewing needle, but he could stab the other in the hand and make him...
DROP THE FREAKING BOTTLE! Jesus Christ, he didn't miss his days of street fighting, but he was so glad he knew how to do this.
Rutile let out a hard noise as he lunged at the senshi, free hand extended to grab onto the other's wrist. If he got it, he was going to twist his arm and stab him in the meaty part of his thumb (basically on his palm) and force him to drop the bottle.
There were no words for that one, just a guttural snarl of rage that sounded more like it should have come from an animal than a senshi.
This would have been a fantastic tactic and probably would have worked out better for the both of them - if Eurydike hadn't turned at the last second, dragging his hand and the bottle back towards himself and aiming to slam himself, shoulder first, into the other man.
He might or might not have gotten a ******** needle in the shoulder for his trouble but it didn't seem about to stop him, because really what was a ******** pinprick compared to this p***k ******** forcing a kiss on his boyfriend?
