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【OPEN/CLOSED】☆ WALK THROUGH STREETS OF GOLD WITH CIGARETTES YOU HAND ROLLED

WHO: Karamatsu Matsuno + anyone who wants him!
WHERE: Eluvio + throughout Bajikan.
WHEN: March catch all!
WHAT: A whole bunch of stuff. A dispute between Ichimatsu, a date with Carolina, district shenanigans in Luxuria with Dorothy and Carolina, Acedia with Jason, Ira with Sombra + Reaper, and Superbia will provide an open prompt. More may follow and will update is necessary.
WARNINGS: Drugs, alcohol, violence, language and possibly smut (eyes emoji).....

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(the second her back hits karamatsu, sombra's wheeling on him, eyes wide with sensation. really, she could pretend she isn't breathing the air greedily and enjoying every second of the adrenaline rush, but she'd be fucking lying — which is exactly what she decides to do when she sees who it is.)

You wanna try that tone again, Kara? (wryly, covering up the inexplicable urge to jerk forward and lock gloved fingers around his neck.) See this crowd? You think I can just tiptoe through?

(sizing him up, before looking around.)

What're you doing in here, anyway? You're going to get yourself killed.

_{[ Oh, nonono. He instantly regrets and is surprised by his response when he's bumped into, especially when he notices it's Sombra. She's been nothing but good to him, even with causing accidental boners.
He isn't surprised at all to find her here— this was the girl that escorted him to the black market and she seemed awfully interested in weapons. It seemed like the perfect place for her.

His expressions softens, almost as if he couldn't have even helped his reaction if he had tried. What was he doing here? A great question. ]}

I am... _{[ he looks around, absolutely lost at what to say ]} ... blending in with my people.
_{[ blending in. with. his people.
ok bro you'd cry if you stepped on an ant please don't say these are your people. ]}

May I ask why you are in such a hurry?

Edited (more material to work with...) 2017-03-08 05:44 (UTC)

(looks around... looking for karamatsu's "people"... where are they...)

Uh...huh. Now you know I can't believe that. (hand on her hip, giving him a look, battling the instinctual look over her shoulder to check their surroundings... this crowd is ramping up.) Karamatsu Matsuno, you've gotten yourself into some kinda trouble. Boys like you should be taking a nap with the blue token.

(as for herself, well — she's always in some kinda trouble.)

I rigged some bets. I had poor odds in the third round, what else was I gonna do? Lose? (waving a hand nonchalantly, smirking like she's just so proud of herself.) I think they're following me. So you prooobably don't wanna stick around me too long, hah.

_{[ god, it's genuine confidence like what Sombra has is what Karamatsu wants. The way she just doesn't want to deal with his shit, pop her hip out and move on with life even if there are people who are out to kill her now. That's hot.
I rigged some bets, she says in her sexy accent, like she did this all the time— like a morning routine of frying eggs— like it's absolutely nothing.

He puffs his chest up, honestly trying to catch up to her Cool Factor (it'll never happen.) ]}

Heh. Do you think I would abandon you right now? _{[ he knows he's a burden, but— he doesn't want to seem like he knows that ]}
Miss Sombra, I wouldn't abandon you for the entire world. Not after such kindness you have shown me.

_{[ oh my goooooooood. just. babysit him, ok, he's gonna die here if you leave him, then how bad are you gonna feel? ]}

(stares at him puffing his chest out...)

If you get killed, it's not on me. But if you really wanna play these games right, you've gotta... (hope you weren't planning on staring, because her image shudders, turns a heat-wavering pink, and disappears from sight with only a blur where she'd been standing.)

Blend in. (a low voice by his ear and a disembodied tug from fingers tightening around his bicep.) Act casual and walk with me, we're going back to the gate.

(sadly, they're... quite a bit farther away than she anticipated. a few people in the crowd don't look particularly pleased, though, proving her right. and the fingers tighten, not wanting karamatsu to shoot off in a completely different direction from what she's got laid out for them...)

Don't look at the guys with the face tattoos, 'kay?

_{[ and just like all the women in his life that he tries to impress, she disappears.
But instead, she literally, actually, disappears and Karamatsu actually panics for a second because he's kind of dumb and doesn't realize that she made herself vanish. A slight gasp rouses in his chest and before he scrambles around— where did the hottie go— and then she's still somehow there, speaking near his ear.

He looks in her direction where he thinks her voice is coming from with the most clueless expression before he feels pressure around his arm (there's a little bump there that he worked really hard to get, okay) and then it suddenly clicks that, again, it's just Sombra being cool and making herself invisible, no biggie.

Karamatsu swallows, suddenly nervous, but his inevitable obsession to look confident causes him to not completely freak out. it's like he's escorting her and that's enough to almost kill him.

he pushes his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose with his other hand as he nods once to acknowledge her words and steps forward, trying way too hard to act way too casual.

Something about the way he looks, though, grabs some attention from a circle of robust looking aliens who are watching him, muttering among themselves. ]}

(well, he's fitter than she thought, but that's besides every point. except for the points he gets for maintaining himself. good work.

digs her decidedly sharp fingernails into his arm when karamatsu gets too jittery, having chose the complete wrong person to lead her out. he was in danger before, with that personality in ira of all places, but he's most certainly in danger now — ain't that a bitch? sombra would care more if she was breathing ordinary air, but there's an invisibly wicked smirk on her face as she adjusts karamatsu's course to what looks like a side street.)

Y'know, it may just be that you've got some seriously bad luck, chico. Guess it's gonna be playtime in a sec, when my camo wears off. (a little laugh, unconcerned.) Just keep heading straight.

(voices at the mouth of the side-street are predictable, at least now they have a narrow pass to work with, funnelling the few scary-looking men. luring is the easy part, it's facing the consequences that's the tricky part — not to mention fun. but with karamatsu there, something tells her to act a bit more cautious, despite the air in ira making her consider using him as a meat shield; a distraction.)

Stay close, you don't gotta worry.

_{[ Karamatsu is obedient in shifting the direction they are going. He is perfect bait for somebody tough who just wants to pick on somebody else— it doesn't help that he's only 5'2" and dressed like a buffoon, pointless spurs on his cowboy boots clanking with every step. That was enough to get attention which isn't what they need right now.

Maybe it's the cockiness in Sombra's voice that encourages him, but: ]}

Hmph. You don't have to worry about me worrying. My dove, I will not abandon you no matter what. I walk an unlucky, dark path of unfortunate events, but it is the light at the end of the tunnel that keeps me going. It is those that I love that I meet at the end of the path that are my sunshine.

_{[ she's?????? doing this for you, not her, but alright, shuuuut up. He means what he says, which is the grossest part.
The pad of his thumb rolls over the sleek body of his concealed gun. He knew how to use it by now— assistance from Gabriel, Washington, and Carolina have really developed him. It was questionable whether or not he could use it well, though. His targets showed he really needed more practice.

If his speech wasn't enough to show more confidence, his strides definitely have improved since a few seconds ago. Just egg him on, Sombra. ]}

The light at the end of the tunnel is usually synapses firing desperately before death. But you knew that, right? (she had to learn this, how to pick up a weapon in young hands and protect herself despite wanting nothing more than to die with the rest of her family; it's karamatsu's turn now.) So you'd better try to protect yourself, or I'm not gonna do a goddamn thing to help you.

(in the thick aggression that surrounds them, her projected hate feels almost electric when the group heading towards them shouts when her camouflage flickers and dies.

thumbing the holster of their matching gun, drawing with a slick speed and a possessive hand burning at the curve of karamatsu's back, sombra steps in closer and pulls her own trigger as though leading him by demonstration. the crackle of ozone the discharge makes is loud for such a sleek revolver. see, look what i do, they're here to kill us and you've got something in your hand that can stop that with one squeeze. it's dog eat dog, there's nothing for it in this world; preserve yourself or be raked through the coals.)

—The answer's "hate", by the way. (said with a low chuckle, indigo eyes a bit too wide as the gun charges with a brightening blue barrel.) Love... I never know what the fuck you're talking about, Karamatsu.

(another shot, fingernails digging into her friend's spine. an adrenalized gesture that speaks volumes without her having to: do it.)

It.. must be like fireworks before you die.
_{[ That's all he can really say, honestly curious at the thought.. okay, his mind shouldn't wander right now during a time like this.
It's probably the sound and light from Sombra's weapon that snaps him out of it, the heavy air sifting through his nostrils and causing his blood to pump through his veins— his heart rate accelerate. He knows this place makes him angry, and he doesn't like it. He wants to be the Nice Guy— the one to dazzle people with charm and kindness— not the aggressive person he tries to exclude from his every day life.
Sombra hits her target straight on, right before Karamatsu's eyes, and he's instantly trying to back-pedal— physically— away from what is happening because that's a thing that just happened and he knows that he's going to have to do that next by the way Sombra keeps her hands on his back and speaks so close to his ear. He stops when her enemy falls down in agony, only causing more anger to rouse within the bodies of their foes.

Her gun makes a high pitched sound as it charges and she finally answers his question. Hate? Is this the kind of lifestyle somebody lives when they hate so much and love so less? It's exciting, it's invigorating to release such hatred instead of keeping negative feelings bottled up like he often did and provided a to be a doormat for everyone.

But Karamatsu isn't completely won over yet.

His brows pull forward, together, small tears pricking the corners of his eyes for a reason he cannot explain. Seeing more enemies charge at them, he doesn't even realize or remember pulling his revolver from his holster, aiming the best he can at the nearest target, and firing until it's happened. He's too foggy headed and afraid to even see if he's hit that first target because he's already aiming at the next one.

It feels good. All the small things he's been angry about. This was a way to let that out. That's for abandoning me. That's for ignoring me. That's for making fun of me. That's for hating me.

He can't fire his revolver anymore by the time he realizes what happened. ]}

(face angled torward karamatsu, eyes lingering on a conflicted profile, the cruel, cruel part of her — a large part of her — derives some sick sense of satisfaction from the tears welling up. there's no point to lashing out, if he can't feel anything in the aftermath, finally looking away when the gun is hastily raised.

she almost laughs when the few shots miss, but it's quieted into some proud kind of smirk when one of the offending men take a knee with one well-timed laser discharge to the gut. at least karamatsu knows where to aim, the bigger the target the less chance of failure, and sombra's hand stays firmly in place with a clawed handful of the back of her friend's shirt.

the charge is gone from his gun and still his finger taps the trigger, which makes her raise her own gun to finish what he started. aim poorer than, say, widowmaker's, she'd have missed at a longer range — but they're right here, their heads snap back with the force of the small gun's power, and they crumple like imbalanced mannequins. dead, most certainly, her hate coupled with what ira stirs inside of her a potent mix to be sure; she surveils the bodies with a crane of her neck forward. ascertaining they're goners, the revolver is back in its holster.

and her hand moves from karamatsu's back, sliding to his shoulder.)

All gone, Kara. (comes the simple coo, reaching down to spread touch over the back of his gun hand, trying to sneak her fingers beneath his to pull the weapon away.) It's overheating, you're gonna burn your hands.

(voice low, simultaneously maudlin and embittered by the fact it reminds her of her own first time handling something deadly against someone so alive. it makes them no better than the omnic, savagely gunning others down like this, but — in a way, with a vigilante's sentiment, they've certainly saved others from the same fate. and while she won't be happy with herself for helping karamatsu's hand dip itself in blood, he may be better off now.

knowing what it's like and what their future with the isc eluvio holds.)

That's it, give it here...

_{[ He doesn't let go of the gun, stunned at the sudden silence caused by their violent response. The only reason he drops the gun is because it is hot, and it hits the ground with a small thud. He's panting, overwhelmed with all sorts of stupid emotions that he wishes he could easily tremble behind his mask of fake confidence— of fake gold. He's too angry, but also too revved up from adrenaline, and feels a sense of stress relief, but then.. he's sad. He doesn't want to actually become somebody like this, even if he tries to portray a bad-boy attitude, dressed in leather with supposedly charming words.

He took somebody's life.
He caused them pain, when all he wanted to do by his own claims is "better himself" somehow.
It's too much.
He just might burst.

And that's exactly what he does as hot tears roll down his face, hands trembling and knees locked from fright of what just happened. He killed somebody. Somebody he didn't know. Somebody who probably had a story— a family— just like he does... and he never thought he would actually do something like this.

Ah, yeah, there he goes, he's not exactly loud, which is good, but he can't actually move as wordless sobs escape his lips.

Hope you're ready to babysit, Sombra.
Or, you know, get him to a safe place and then get out of his presence. ]}

(when the gun drops, sombra's parting from him to collect it, safe from the head of overcharge in gloved hands.

doesn't expect to look back to karamatsu crying helplessly, however, a bit taken aback by the sudden display. she guesses the memory of her own first kill is something like this, despite the tears falling in bitter silence, seething through tight teeth and rage, with no one around for her to show them to. it gets easier, comes the initial thought, when her eyes drift to the side and she leaves his side for those moments of wracking sobs.

clipping karamatsu's gun to her belt, she collects their winnings from the corpses of the fallen ira thugs. fingers find pockets, pat at pants, lift jackets, and check for pulses. dead, all of them, their money and their weapons lifted and tucked away, hers now.)

Let's get going. Can't stay here. (detachedly addressing him once more, but there's a disconnect between what she says and what she does, hand finding his arm in order to turn him away from the bodies.) Focus on walking and I'll do the rest, I'm taking you to Acedia in light of what's happened. Gather your thoughts there.

(a tug, leading him.)

_{[ She didn't have to do this— any of this, really. She didn't have to go out of her way to get him a weapon; she could have ignored him here and let whatever happen to him.. happen to him. He probably would have ended up dead.

And yet, she's taking him some place else that is safe. She's protecting him. Why should she, of all people, give a damn? He doesn't understand.

His legs finally move as he slinks along, that terrible feeling of guilt twisting uncomfortably in his gut as misty eyes keep on the ground. He's compliant to what she says— honestly, she can tell him anything and he'll probably do it, but after a moment, he finally pipes up, usual boisterous voice quiet and uneasy: ]}

It was for.. protection, right? A-ah, I was defending myself, and protecting us.
_{[ well, not like Sombra really needs that, but.. he just felt so angry it didn't feel like a very noble kill. It felt like he was blood thirsty instead, and that's what this place does to you. ]}

That's right.

(it's a simple reply, really, but truthful. they were protecting themselves, so anything else would be a fabrication. however, karamatsu didn't have to be involved and that is what she opts out of saying, omission just another form of lying through the teeth. he'll realize it, maybe; stay away from her later. and like before, when the group hadn't spotted them, sombra guides him by the bicep.

an impersonal touch — though, any touch from her seems like the opposite.) What a good little bodyguard you are... I was right to buy you that gun.

(it's manipulative and sombra knows it... still, she can't help herself when he's making it so easy. whether he believes himself skilled in any way that's useful or not, he may come in handy in the future where him vouching for her reliability is concerned. for some reason, it makes her smirk in a giddy sort of way — in a second, things shift dramatically and before they're out of the side street, karamatsu is whipped around and shoved against the stone siding of a raucous dive bar.)

But you're not coming back to Ira again.

(in a sharp movement, her hand slips into each pocket of his jacket, then moves to his pants.)

The second we're outta here, any justification you're feeling right now is gonna go away. (readjusting her grip on his arm, rattling him against the wall with a tight step in.) You understand me? All the adrenaline and anger is gonna ditch, you're gonna cry harder, and it's gonna hurt bad.

(teeth tight, voice a low hiss.)

Gimme your black token, Karamatsu.

_{[ As fake and manipulating as Sombra's words are, Karamatsu is an absolute sucker for her and believes her. Yeah, he's a great body guard, look what he did. Also, he probably would have given over his token without Sombra trying to take it by force as she already has him wrapped around her finger, but the aggressive air probably was altering both of their moods slightly even after all of that.
Long lashes are dampened with tears still, though he's stopped crying for the most part, they fan shut against his face as he lets out more of a startled sound and.. then he's getting touched.......... touched around his pants........

She seems awfully firm with him, squeezing his arm and shaking him slightly. What was it she taught him in the black market? To place his hand on somebody and sharply tell them no? It's hard to do that right now, but he feels frustration surge through his body again from being so easily handled (he likes it, but probably if it were less violent and sudden.)

So, he presses his palm against Sombra's shoulder, against the arm that is holding his other arm and wrinkles his nose, sniffling pitifully. His brows are pinned together again, but he can at least look her in the eyes and that's.. impressive.

Sombra's got his coin (it was in his back pocket, lol) and he doesn't seem to mind letting her have it. ]}

... you're right. It's yours.

_{[ He almost adds don't touch my clothes but for some reason that part didn't come out. ]}

I can leave from here, thank you.
_{[ He's just.. very overwhelmed with emotions right now, so his responses are erratic. ]}

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【OPEN/CLOSED】☆ WALK THROUGH STREETS OF GOLD WITH CIGARETTES YOU HAND ROLLED

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