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badou ♈ nails ✘✘ ([personal profile] badbreak) wrote2031-05-21 04:48 pm

inbox ♈ hollyheights



❝...................is it -- ❞

[ BEEP ]




#1470





[ speed dial ]
sakamoto
thorfinn
gau
heine

[ TEXT | CALL | MAILBOX | ACTION ]
thymesia: (Well I won,so you lose.)

action; triggerfingers

[personal profile] thymesia 2013-08-04 11:08 am (UTC)(link)
[it's not that he couldn't avoid him]

[he has every nuance of the posted schedule memorized; Hiruma's sweeping writing, when each employee will be present (if Mikoto doesn't come in an hour late, if Nicolas doesn't leave an hour early), notices immediately when "BADOU NAILS" gets penned in (weekends especially, when they're all -- drinking, whoring, footballing, whatever it is the ragtag team of gunpowder specialists do)]

[and it's not that he couldn't quit TF without a moment's hesitation]

[all of the employees that come and go -- fuck them. all of the regular customers in and out -- fuck them. the owner -- fuck him the most.]

[it's the paycheck, probably. the comfort of a gunshop in too-ordinary Holly Heights, the smell of metal and the rebelling noise of gunshots from the shooting range. the sense of obligation he still feels for a promise that comes over phone calls, despite Ergastulum feeling like the mirage in the desert but not nearly the oasis]

[he could ask for the schedule change, but the bossman was hardly comforting the first go around]

[so instead he sits at the register, two hours into his shift, expecting to see dirty red sneakers he's never actually seen on feet, tattered jeans he's never actually seen on legs, a shitty scowl he's only ever seen over a video feed -- all come wrestling through the door as if fighting air itself with every step]

[and, just as the bell rings, the professional gangster will ask:]


Help ya find somethin'?

[from behind his paper and his cloud of smoke]
thymesia: (Slurring "break me in".)

Re: action; triggerfingers

[personal profile] thymesia 2013-08-04 12:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[the paper lowers in a crinkle, and worick facades (everything) the surprise on his face as well as a gambler who just got caught with an ace in his sleeve]

Well hey there ho there, look who it is.

[wrists cross over the folded faces like a dog's ready, playful paws and he leans forward curiously]

Ah, sorry, Suoh's carpet matches the drapes an' mine's natural. Ya sure you got the right place?
thymesia: on a fire escape you walk, and they will rend you terribly (All rare and resolved to drop.)

Re: action; triggerfingers

[personal profile] thymesia 2013-08-04 12:46 pm (UTC)(link)
12 bucks an hour, huh?

[worick imagines -- badou's hands bleach-stained from the bathrooms, badou's bruised face covered in wet gunpowder soot, badou's sun-starved body on a too-hot roof with bubbling tar (did they even do that here? it's The Future, after all)]

Must be a shitty-ass job. Whatcha need money fer so bad anyhow?

[yer in my back pocket, kid, and that ain't no good place ta be]
thymesia: (Default)

Re: action; triggerfingers

[personal profile] thymesia 2013-08-04 01:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Less'n 12, that's fer sure.

[it'd be hard to call him on whether or not this was the truth unless you were Hiruma or Nicolas; plenty of reasons to lie, plenty of reason to tell the truth]

[make a dog feel fed and feel special, he'll keep coming back; he can play that shitty captain's game too, passing the kid back and forth like a fucking ping-pong ball]


I think he's droppin' off a deposit at the bank, should be back soon. I can give ya some busy work 'til then if ya want.
thymesia: we're kings among runaways (Pocket your pills away.)

Re: action; triggerfingers

[personal profile] thymesia 2013-08-04 02:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Couple customers emptied some clips back on the range. Pick up the shells, then give the whole thing a sweep.

[the gigolo gestures at a closet marked with a UTILITY sign, broom-ready]

[he figures the kid's probably seen his way about a few times by now; he'd gotten word of a hopeful purchase for a firearm, had chuckled at it -- ]


Don't go hidin' in no corners, ya might get shot.

[the way he does now, full of jokes no one else laughs at]
thymesia: (As now you go wandering home.)

Re: action; triggerfingers

[personal profile] thymesia 2013-08-04 03:16 pm (UTC)(link)
No promises!

[ -- he calls to a bony back]

[the paper gets lifted again; his eye has already memorized every pixel of every word, but he'll take anything to distract from that broken face]
thymesia: (You're like a rake with a roustabout.)

Re: action; triggerfingers

[personal profile] thymesia 2013-08-08 11:33 am (UTC)(link)
[people come with manuals]

[the gangster knows what to do with them; what to tell them to get their money, what words (buttons to push, triggers to pull) to say to get them to speak, spill, bleed]

[worick is the one that lacks instructions -- he doesn't know what to do with himself when it's just loneliness with another person in the room (is that it? in all his well-readness, he can't summon up the right word; does it exist?)]

[what else, Badou asks, like it's that easy]

[in the world of a child, it probably is]


...Ya ever shot a gun before?
thymesia: (Old enough now to bare my cross alone.)

Re: action; triggerfingers

[personal profile] thymesia 2013-08-13 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ -- he smiles, because suddenly he remembers himself (it's the only thing he ever gets to forget)]

The "don't shoot yerself in the dick with the merchandise" policy, probably. I wouldn't suggest shopliftin', f'that's what yer here fer. You won't sneak nothin' outta the boss's inventory without him noticin'.