WHO: sami rowd, dami brat & pals WHEN: jan - feb WHERE: places WHAT: a catch-all NOTES\WARNINGS: discussions of death, dismemberment, arson, child endangerment, and someone in here will probably start a fight at some point.
( it's sam's destruction campaign, he should probably be the one to tell the weird stuffy guy that he's on his way to destroy all of his shit. it's only fair, after all. gorgug has the bottle, so sam shifts his focus to fucking with the earpiece until he's got the post up and, politely, well, tells the guy he's planning on coming around to burn his house down. )
[ That's Gorgug piping up, probably too late to get caught on the call, but!! He's participating, so he's gotta make sure he backs ups his fake Moorecroft dad! He does wonder if to fiddle with his own earpiece, but now he's wondering-- ]
Are we fucking it up today? Should we give him a day to move...?
[ Not that Gorgug's going to protest that much if Sam wants to do it in the next hour or something (except he'll need to grab his shit from his lab), but--surely razing buildings to the ground take time! ]
( sam's going into this with full intentions of fucking everything up, because--he hates that house. hates that he didn't kill hannibal while he had the chance. hates that he felt so fucking helpless, hates that even now there's nothing he can do to fix what happened.
but he's taking a deep breath through his nose. trying to make sure he keeps himself from losing his shit. who knows what'll happen when he gets there, and he - despite being pissed, livid, the idiot who moved in didn't do it to him. it was hannibal. there's no need to beat the crap out of some stuffy loser who didn't hurt him. yet. )
Or enough time he theoretically could, if he wanted to. Maybe he'll be an idiot about it, who knows?
[ Hmmm. Gorgug looks down at one of his hands (specifically, at his glove), wondering if he could knock out the guy. He looked into sleeping spells for dealing with Hannibal, but never figured out anything down that road. But if this other person's a human, then the solution might be easy enough. They sounded scrawny.
But maybe it won't be. Gorgug can't tell what Sam's thinking, but he hears the short sound of air as Sam speaks, and decides to hold back out the rum. Whether it's a good thing or not to offer. ]
He won't get hurt. I'll take him away if he starts talking too much.
[ He pauses, thinking. There's something about death and coming back to life that worries Gorgug to talk about, that feels like he shouldn't say anything. He didn't get to have revenge--he also wasn't tortured and eaten. He just died, so what can he say for Sam's feelings? It's been three years and he has nothing to offer, and he wonders if there's a chance this will help. Or if it's just one of those things you do and then you have to keep on living.
Gorgug wonders, already expecting one answer, but hoping for the alternative for Sam. Even if afterwards, all you have left to do is to keep on living. And that's always been strange, to Gorgug. ]
We should do something after, too. Or--you, [ he amends. ] I got my friend a music studio. You like music? I like going hard on the drums.
[ Maybe? That's something Sam might like? Or just listening to loud music? Listening to music always puts Gorgug in a nice place... ]
( sam takes the rum, less because of the rising potential anger and more because - it's his goddamn bottle of rum, and if he brought it out here to drink, he's going to drink it. he takes another few big drinks from the bottle while gorgug promises not to let him get hurt, listening to his words even if he's hesitating to respond. gorgug's a good kid. and good kids shouldn't be worried about shit like that. sam knows that avoiding it is damn near impossible; he was that kid once.
he's not far off from that place even now.
the bottle lowers, and sam offers it back out to gorgug while dragging his tongue across the seam of his mouth. thinks about the right way to respond to that for a minute, before he opts to - just not for now. gorgug doesn't need to worry about it, but sam isn't in the position to tell him not to. )
Yeah? I guess. I had a few cassettes back home. Haven't played the drums before. But you just hit shit, right?
With a rhythm. I can show you. [ An offer Gorgug gives while he takes the one in front of him, the glass bottle back in his hand. But he taps his forefingers out, like hitting something invisible. ]
But you can have fun and smash the cymbals if you want. It gets better once you know how to make a beat, but-- we can just listen to music, too. [ One requires brain power. One doesn't. One's probably gonna end up better than the other for today.
He thinks about taking a swig, and then remembers the headphones he's always got on him. An idea lights up in his brain, and now Gorgug's momentarily forgetting about the rum as he touches the headphones hanging around his neck. ]
Do you wanna listen to some now?
[ It sounds like Sam hasn't listened to music in too long....!! ]
( he asks, but he's reaching for the headphones regardless. it's not as if gorgug's answer is going to change sam's intention of listening. it has been a minute since he's listened to any, more because of the lack of availability here than anything else.
granted, tim has speakers around his place. he's probably got something else hidden away somewhere. sam'll add that to his list of things to bother him about later - somewhere below the weird mask he wears sometimes. )
[ Sam can take that, freeing Gorgug's hands, and Gorgug searches his pockets to find which one has the aforementioned crystal in it. It's a rectangular shape, much like an iphone, but is literally a slab of gemstone with pointed edge on one side. Gorgug presses a forefinger to a corner for a couple of seconds and a screen appears along the surface.
He'll start flipping over to his music. ] I've got metal, thrash, heavy metal, death metal, rage metal, some hate metal, a little chop metal. I've got some smash metal too, a few tracks someone gave me. Punk, and emo...
[ And he lists all that, but he's been going through his list, and- ] Here, try this.
( at least sam understands what headphones are and how they work. he puts them on, looking to the crystal with curious eyes but - he doesn't really care all that much. gorgug can have a magic music-playing crystal, there's weirder shit around here. the music starts, and sam keeps one hand on the headphones, index finger tapping along idly to the beat. his eyes stay focused down towards the ground, not really looking at it but more focused on listening for another few moments, before he looks to gorgug with a smile on his face.
slides one side of the headphones off of an ear so he can hear gorgug a little better over the music in his other ear. )
[ Gorgug isn't watching Sam. That's a pressure he doesn't want to put on the guy, to be obviously invested in Sam's assessment of what he's listening to. Did he put on a good track? Should he have put on that other nearly identical one he had been eyeing but didn't go for?
But he's paying enough attention to catch Sam when he moves (he was glancing at him, okay--just once or twice!), and so he looks back at him--reading his face, trying to gauge his interest. And, he's smiling! That's good!
Only, that isn't a comment on the song. Which might not be a bad thing? Actually: ]
Yeah. ( his hands are too full to reach over for a hair ruffle, what with one keeping the headphone off of his ear and the other holding onto the rum, so sam instead opts to bump his shoulder against gorgug's - playfully. it's not a shove, just a momentary lean into him. ) You always keep me on my toes. Expect the unexpected, an' all. I like people who can do that.
( he likes interesting people. people who are fun, exciting, who get into shit and live rather than be dumbasses who refuse to go outside because they're too scared of what might happen. gorgug's more of a. . . shy kid, but he isn't any of those things. awkward at times, but definitely not boring. )
You should invite your pals over, later. We can all get high and do stupid crap.
[ Wow, he's never been described as keeping someone on their toes before... and a guy like Sam? It's flattering, sure, and Gorgug wonders how exactly Sam sees him to get that impression, but--maybe he's doing something good?
He's almost forgetting this is coming off Sam listening to his music. Actually, maybe he is forgetting. ]
Yeah! [ Yeah! Gorgug is now in post-compliment stage, where he's feeling nice and a little more energised. Especially after a shoulder bump! ] I'll introduce you. They're all cool- you'll like them. They'll keep you on your toes, too. We'll do cool shit together.
[ You know--cool shit. Chool shit that Gorgug definitely knows what that is right now! ]
( since he seems excited to chat about his friends, which - to be fair, sam'd be pretty stoked to talk about his, too, if they showed up around these parts. maybe not ari just because of how - weirdly complicated that got when they were both here. but raff'd be fun to see around. tal. sylas. he misses them, and they'd probably be better off stuck here than back home anyway. at least here they've got a relatively large amount of downtime they can utilize. back home? not a chance.
the headphones stay on, one ear still half-off so he can tap his fingers idly along to the beat while still listening to gorgug. )
Riz and Fabian. Riz's a goblin-- small, green. [ He makes a motion down to around his knees for an example, using the hand not holding his crystal still supplying the music. ] And Fabian's a half-elf, around this height.
[ Which comes up to around his shoulder. A few inches off his own 6'6". ...by five. ]
Riz is smart, he's big into investigating. And Fabian's a social butterfly--he dances, and he's got a pirate thing going on.
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( it's sam's destruction campaign, he should probably be the one to tell the weird stuffy guy that he's on his way to destroy all of his shit. it's only fair, after all. gorgug has the bottle, so sam shifts his focus to fucking with the earpiece until he's got the post up and, politely, well, tells the guy he's planning on coming around to burn his house down. )
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[ That's Gorgug piping up, probably too late to get caught on the call, but!! He's participating, so he's gotta make sure he backs ups his fake Moorecroft dad! He does wonder if to fiddle with his own earpiece, but now he's wondering-- ]
Are we fucking it up today? Should we give him a day to move...?
[ Not that Gorgug's going to protest that much if Sam wants to do it in the next hour or something (except he'll need to grab his shit from his lab), but--surely razing buildings to the ground take time! ]
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( sam's going into this with full intentions of fucking everything up, because--he hates that house. hates that he didn't kill hannibal while he had the chance. hates that he felt so fucking helpless, hates that even now there's nothing he can do to fix what happened.
but he's taking a deep breath through his nose. trying to make sure he keeps himself from losing his shit. who knows what'll happen when he gets there, and he - despite being pissed, livid, the idiot who moved in didn't do it to him. it was hannibal. there's no need to beat the crap out of some stuffy loser who didn't hurt him. yet. )
Or enough time he theoretically could, if he wanted to. Maybe he'll be an idiot about it, who knows?
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But maybe it won't be. Gorgug can't tell what Sam's thinking, but he hears the short sound of air as Sam speaks, and decides to hold back out the rum. Whether it's a good thing or not to offer. ]
He won't get hurt. I'll take him away if he starts talking too much.
[ He pauses, thinking. There's something about death and coming back to life that worries Gorgug to talk about, that feels like he shouldn't say anything. He didn't get to have revenge--he also wasn't tortured and eaten. He just died, so what can he say for Sam's feelings? It's been three years and he has nothing to offer, and he wonders if there's a chance this will help. Or if it's just one of those things you do and then you have to keep on living.
Gorgug wonders, already expecting one answer, but hoping for the alternative for Sam. Even if afterwards, all you have left to do is to keep on living. And that's always been strange, to Gorgug. ]
We should do something after, too. Or--you, [ he amends. ] I got my friend a music studio. You like music? I like going hard on the drums.
[ Maybe? That's something Sam might like? Or just listening to loud music? Listening to music always puts Gorgug in a nice place... ]
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he's not far off from that place even now.
the bottle lowers, and sam offers it back out to gorgug while dragging his tongue across the seam of his mouth. thinks about the right way to respond to that for a minute, before he opts to - just not for now. gorgug doesn't need to worry about it, but sam isn't in the position to tell him not to. )
Yeah? I guess. I had a few cassettes back home. Haven't played the drums before. But you just hit shit, right?
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But you can have fun and smash the cymbals if you want. It gets better once you know how to make a beat, but-- we can just listen to music, too. [ One requires brain power. One doesn't. One's probably gonna end up better than the other for today.
He thinks about taking a swig, and then remembers the headphones he's always got on him. An idea lights up in his brain, and now Gorgug's momentarily forgetting about the rum as he touches the headphones hanging around his neck. ]
Do you wanna listen to some now?
[ It sounds like Sam hasn't listened to music in too long....!! ]
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( he asks, but he's reaching for the headphones regardless. it's not as if gorgug's answer is going to change sam's intention of listening. it has been a minute since he's listened to any, more because of the lack of availability here than anything else.
granted, tim has speakers around his place. he's probably got something else hidden away somewhere. sam'll add that to his list of things to bother him about later - somewhere below the weird mask he wears sometimes. )
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[ Sam can take that, freeing Gorgug's hands, and Gorgug searches his pockets to find which one has the aforementioned crystal in it. It's a rectangular shape, much like an iphone, but is literally a slab of gemstone with pointed edge on one side. Gorgug presses a forefinger to a corner for a couple of seconds and a screen appears along the surface.
He'll start flipping over to his music. ] I've got metal, thrash, heavy metal, death metal, rage metal, some hate metal, a little chop metal. I've got some smash metal too, a few tracks someone gave me. Punk, and emo...
[ And he lists all that, but he's been going through his list, and- ] Here, try this.
[ And he puts on a sound like this. ]
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slides one side of the headphones off of an ear so he can hear gorgug a little better over the music in his other ear. )
You never stop surprising me, you know that?
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But he's paying enough attention to catch Sam when he moves (he was glancing at him, okay--just once or twice!), and so he looks back at him--reading his face, trying to gauge his interest. And, he's smiling! That's good!
Only, that isn't a comment on the song. Which might not be a bad thing? Actually: ]
Is that good?
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( he likes interesting people. people who are fun, exciting, who get into shit and live rather than be dumbasses who refuse to go outside because they're too scared of what might happen. gorgug's more of a. . . shy kid, but he isn't any of those things. awkward at times, but definitely not boring. )
You should invite your pals over, later. We can all get high and do stupid crap.
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He's almost forgetting this is coming off Sam listening to his music. Actually, maybe he is forgetting. ]
Yeah! [ Yeah! Gorgug is now in post-compliment stage, where he's feeling nice and a little more energised. Especially after a shoulder bump! ] I'll introduce you. They're all cool- you'll like them. They'll keep you on your toes, too. We'll do cool shit together.
[ You know--cool shit. Chool shit that Gorgug definitely knows what that is right now! ]
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( since he seems excited to chat about his friends, which - to be fair, sam'd be pretty stoked to talk about his, too, if they showed up around these parts. maybe not ari just because of how - weirdly complicated that got when they were both here. but raff'd be fun to see around. tal. sylas. he misses them, and they'd probably be better off stuck here than back home anyway. at least here they've got a relatively large amount of downtime they can utilize. back home? not a chance.
the headphones stay on, one ear still half-off so he can tap his fingers idly along to the beat while still listening to gorgug. )
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[ Which comes up to around his shoulder. A few inches off his own 6'6". ...by five. ]
Riz is smart, he's big into investigating. And Fabian's a social butterfly--he dances, and he's got a pirate thing going on.