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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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_{[ He didn’t know what streak of luck he got when he didn’t get out right rejected by a woman. It happened on occasion: he would get fortunate only to have the date go horribly, or have all of his money wrung out of him. And yet, he didn’t care. He was that hopeless. If Carolina was going to manipulate him, use him to pay for everything and then forget about him, so be it. At least he got to spend a ~*~*date*~*~ with somebody and somehow in his stupid little head that made him feel better about himself.

Yeah, it’s that bad.

Carolina had chosen a shooting range and it wasn’t Karamatsu’s cup of tea for a date— he’s personally prefer to take somebody some place romantic and flowery, dim lights and fine dining, drinking wine, etc. If this is what landed him a date though, he supposes he could comply. After all, he did have a fascination and love with guns.

The shooting range was.. functional. It wasn’t in the best situation right now with the situation that the entire ship was in, but it was doable. Some lanes were closed and the lighting wasn’t the best, so it probably wasn’t entirely smart to go to a place like this right now. Karamatsu didn’t think once to rearrange their plans, fearing maybe Carolina would back out if he tried to.
In any case, the attire he picks for something like this is absolutely ridiculous, but it’s still a *~*~*date*~*~* so he wanted to look his “best.” His hair was even combed backwards and slicked back the best it could be.

His “best.”

He waits anxious for Carolina outside the range, one knee bouncing, with the revolver he had gotten from Sombra when he first got here. Maybe she can.. show him how to better use it? ]}

_{[ It didn’t take Karamatsu a long time to make up his mind about volunteering (again) for a mission like this after the announcement was made. So far, this place had continued to push his limits and challenge him, and with a stupidly arrogant mind like the one he had, he felt like he could do almost anything now with the assistance and guidance from others aboard Eluvio. He spent time in the mirror of the bathroom, fussing with himself and his appearance as if he were going for a job interview, like his appearance would carry any weight for the decision. He wanted to be presentable in front of whoever was going to be picking those to show diplomacy to those they would be bartering with. It was a selfish reason, but he wanted desperately to be recognized and adored as somebody who helped with their predicament. How cool would it be to have people acknowledge his effort to helping the entire ship? Pretty darn cool. Maybe he'd get a girlfriend then.

Once he is satisfied with himself, Karamatsu steps briskly out of the bathroom and calls out to Ichimatsu: ]}

My brother, I will be back shortly!
_{[ He didn’t want to go into details about it. He thought Ichimatsu wouldn’t care if he volunteered and kind-of died anyway, so he didn’t wan to be descriptive about where he was going. ]}

_{[ All he really wanted was a drink. He had explored the outsides of this district long enough to get the sensational feeling rousing within the pit of his stomach, but he had a problem with lust anyway to begin with. Being in a place like this didn’t do him any favors. What seemed to be a bar with an upstairs is what he caught his interest, and he had hoped that maybe getting a drink would help him ignore the feeling of desire that pumped through his veins.

He could do that and try to ignore it and get out of here, or he could find somebody to help him with the problem he was having. That would be a big step, considering he hasn’t ever had sex before. Sweat trickled lightly on his brow as he hunched down at the bar table, contemplating what he should do. This was his first district and his first intake of manipulating air, so he wasn’t sure what exactly was going on with his body and why.
Somebody awfully familiar was sitting a few chairs down from the stretched out, glossy table and as music drummed in his ears he had a hard time thinking of who she was or what she was doing here by herself. He remained there, staring dumbly at her for a few minutes as he tried to remember who the hell this pretty girl was and why did she seem familiar. Give him a second, it’ll register soon enough— he’s just a bit slow and foggy minded right now, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. ]}

Edited 2017-03-06 22:37 (UTC)

_{[ He’s spent two days here. That’s right, two days here, and he still hasn’t had sex with anyone yet. Nobody is fucking surprised. He’s gotten close (kind of) if you want to call it that, but somehow by his stroke of luck and shitty personality, his partner would abandon him. This is okay, this is fine. He could still keep trying or he could distract himself, yet again. You know, take a break from all of the crappy attempts at seducing. So, he goes inside of a shop— a sex shop (he probably doesn’t even know it’s that until he actually sees what’s inside)— to take a look around.

After finding a bunch of strange objects, a lot he didn’t know what they did, he finally settles on something. No, it isn’t for anything pleasurable. In fact, he wants to use it as part of his perfect fashion and probably wear it out in public.
As he turns the corner to cash out, he bumps shoulders with somebody. ]}

A—Ah, my mistake! Forgive me.
_{[ aaaaand just take a look at who he has just bumped into.. ]}

_{[ The next place he visited seemed hostile. He knew he shouldn’t stay here very long, but he couldn’t help but be a little curious by the way large and burly aliens flocked the streets with their arms filled with weaponry and their bodies covered in dirt and sweat. They were the picturesque models of somebody he wished he could be— strong and dangerous who effortlessly won respect. Karamatsu kept his gun with him under his leather jacket as he cautiously tread, looking like perfect bait for somebody to scrap and beat the snot out of. He was.. a bit distracted by it all, actually, and then somebody crashes into him. He isn’t sure why (again), but something in the air makes him snarl and actually speak, snapping angrily at the offender. ]}

Oi, watch where you’re going..!
_{[ low and behold, he’s bumped into another one of sci-fi action babes.. (why couldn’t he bump into her in Luxuria? But that’s enough of that.) ]}

_{[ Karamatsu had planned on leaving this place as soon as he regained his composure after what had happened with him and Sombra, but the longer he stayed here, the more he wanted to release all of the anger that had concealed so smoothly. As a child, he was one to get scrappy with other children, and there were certain instances that he got an exciting rouse from throwing fists. The more he stayed here, the harder it was to not fight. This would be a great place to let out all of his aggression that he bottled up— all he could think about were cold memories of being brushed off and ignored, taunted, neglected, and picked on by other people and his family.

He knew this would be bad if he didn’t leave.
He knew when he stepped into an alley fight with other people that it was a bad idea, but they were betting weapons and other things that he felt like he wanted.
He felt like he could somehow win.

The fight he engaged in was gruesome, and by the time somebody familiar comes across him, one eye is sealed shut from being beaten up and both of his nostrils were pouring blood. Gabriel probably had no idea what could have set him off as he struggled to fight, jumping straight into the fray with both hands swinging towards his galactic opponent.

It was all of the anger that he refused to show— ever. ]}

_{[ After everything happened in Ira, Karamatsu considered going back "home" to his room on the ship. It had been enough. He didn't really have any money or anything he could use to continue his tourism of this place that fulfilled every desire. He should have stayed back, or he should have stayed with somebody or anybody he knew and could depend on— maybe Ichimatsu, or maybe somebody he had gotten well acquainted with on Eluvio.
But that persistent nagging of independence— "I'm my own person, here, in this family of sextuplets" encouraged him to push further and further. He found out what this district was like by another source, though, and wondered what could possibly go wrong.

Sleep. Sleeping for days. That's what he did, his hair messy and wounds still healing and his body still aching. He had been in the same sleep shop for a few days by now and wasn't paying what he probably needed to, so it was time to kick him out.

As he tread sluggishly through the streets, he caught sight of somebody familiar who was heading towards one of the opium dens. Finally, somebody he knew he could trust. ]}

Ah, Jason..!
_{[ oh.. maybe he shouldn't run to him, that kind of hurts.. ]}

Edited 2017-03-06 23:12 (UTC)

_{[ You'd think he learned his lesson and would have stayed back on the ship, but no. Karamatsu finds himself feeling overconfident in Superbia, like he can take on the world (which is kind of default for him anyway.) He's out of money, but he's certain he can get some more by showing off his ~*~*amazing talent.*~*~

An acoustic guitar is strapped over him as he stands directly in the busyness of the Superbia district, strumming vigorously a tune and belting out the loudest he can sing. It's possible you've heard him sing this song before, as he's quite proud of it: ]}

♫ Totoko-chan, where are you tonight?
You could be here, where the stars are really bright,
Are you with somebody else? Is it someone new?
You know that I would do anything for you— ♫

♫ Totoko-chan, your tits are so nice,
I wish I was cross-eyed, so I could see you twice,
Totoko-chan, you're sizzling hot,
You're absolutely everything that I'm not:
Quick to anger, spiteful, jealous, and mean,
But to me, you're the sweetest angel I've ever seen,

Totoko-chan, I've got NO PLAN,
But come closer and see that I'm your man,
You're the girl that I wanna plow,
Shh, no words, just dreams now.. ♫

_{[ There's also a sign that says FREE HUGS next to him, but also a hat if you wanna leave him some money...
so it's come to this... ]}

Edited 2017-03-07 15:05 (UTC)

[ there are worse things, carolina keeps reminding herself. the longer she spends with the people on this ship, the more she worries that most of them have no chance of defending themselves if things went spectacularly sideways some day, which makes her embarrassingly inclined to help out how she can. it's a pretty new thing for her, trying to train people. and this guy she's meeting up with can be obnoxious but he clearly has his heart in the right place, no matter what ridiculous things he may say about it.

so this isn't a total mistake. not yet, at least.

carolina's adapted a magnetic lock to wear as a holster on her thigh, making it and the mission-earned pistol attached to it an awkwardly unfashionable addition to her clothing choice for the day. she's not dressed up, so to speak, but her jeans and blue blouse fit well enough and there's evidence she's done something with her hair. it's not real date attire, but it sure is carolina-trying-a-little attire.

on time, she scans the odd individuals outside the range, her eyes finally settling on the younger man she recognizes from his video broadcasts... only to realize she only knows his username and she's pretty sure calling him twocool won't be her finest moment.

naturally, this means she just approaches as if she absolutely does remember his name and is just choosing not to use it. ]

Sorry if I kept you waiting.

[ oh of all the people carolina could run into in this district, of course it's him. this week has been an exercise in wishing she could wear her armour all the time just for identifying known people before they could identify her, but then again, half of these things wouldn't be as enticing all sealed up in power armour.

her expression goes from annoyed to exasperated with a brief pause at recognition. ]

You know, I didn't think you'd be into this.

[ it's probably a good time for her to be thankful she hasn't bought anything yet. at least she's keeping her preferences to herself for the moment. ]

(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.

[He's already realised by now, after his own scuffle with Goku earlier in the day, that this district brought out the worst in people. You'd think he'd have left by now after experiencing what kind of shit you could go through with first-hand, but when ever has Gabriel Reyes ever done anything that was good for him.

Maybe at a later date, he'd later consider that his poor decision not to leave right away had been the right one. Especially when he hears the sound of some underhanded brawl happening down one of the sidestreets he's passing in his sour skulk around Ira.

At first, he stops to watch the brawl out of idle curiosity. After a moment, he may even have decided to leave--were he not to recognise the head of one of the brawlers: one who was not having a good go of it at all.

He takes a moment to decide if it's Karamatsu or Ichimatsu, but whichever it was made no real difference on what his actions were next. He knew what the air of Ira could do to a person, and he highly doubted that if Karamatsu wasn't feeling aggravated due to the air of this place, that he'd be brawling it out right now. Brazenly stepping forward, a hand moves out to grab the arm of Karamatsu's opponent, stopping him before he slams another fist into the neet's already bruised and bloodied face. His other hand moves to grab the back of Karamatsu's jacket, hauling him a good foot or two into the air. Effectively stopping the fight long enough for the 'intergalactic opponent' to haul back away from Reaper in shock.]

I think that will be enough fighting today. Won't it? [He turns to look at Karamatsu, dangling in his hand, and then at the small gathered group. His voice a solid echo, smoke leaking out from under his mask.] Don't you all agree?

_{[ What he doesn't expect is somebody to actually intervene. What he didn't expect is to people to actually care that his face was bruised and his nose was almost broken. Being lifted off of the ground was equally surprising as well. His feet kick, stupid cowboy boots flailing in protest, the pointed toe of them possibly hitting against Gabriel or his opponent by mistake.

This was just a deeper look at the surface of his moody attitude in the cafeteria that he, for whatever profound reason, decided to expose to Reaper.

He's jabbering; it's a bunch of nonsense that isn't really worth writing but it's very obvious he isn't exactly okay with what is happening, and ultimately, with himself (but when was that ever new to be honest.)
He pipes down only when he is directly addressed and snorts, for a split second looking very much like Ichimatsu with an alarming hateful look in his eyes. The air was getting to him, yes, but he felt somewhat freed to finally lash out at somebody and something after clamming it up for so long.

It wasn't fair they all had to split up and live their own lives, and Karamatsu felt like the only reason he did it was to make himself look good and not get left behind as he so often did. It wasn't fair they treated him differently.

There's a brief pause— he's very still— but then, arms flailing again: ]}

Oiiii, lemme at'em, I was so close..!
_{[ bro you didn't even hit him you kept missing.. ]}

_{[ 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)

_{[ it's totally ok for you to run into him in this district, please do it again, Carolina.
He doesn't know what she means— it goes entirely over his head— but his obsession to impress knows no limits, so he just goes along with it: ]}

Ah, of course, I am absolutely.. into this!
_{[ into this.. what is this..... what does it do. Karamatsu doesn't know, but he thinks he'll look great in it. ]}

I cannot believe that you are not into this, Carolina-san!
_{[ again, what is this she is speaking of? God only knows. ]}

_{[ Oh, and there she is. It's a blind date if he ever knew one (he never has) but he hadn't exactly expected a red-haired, taller woman. A red-head! His knees might grow weak if he continues to think about it. He takes notice to probably legs first but his eyes bounce up quickly to her face, especially to see her eyes. It's pretty embarrassingly obvious he's checking her out.

There's a long, awkward pause. Suddenly, he jolts, as if fixing his posture to appear more confident. ]}

Ah, fret not, as I would wait for eternity for somebody as radiant as you.
_{[ please run. ]}

[Ichimatsu hadn't left their room much since the night in the Atrium. Given he seemed to be the only person that worked at Purrfect Palmistry, he was free to have the shop open or closed whenever he felt like it, though when things had gotten bad he'd left a note on the door in tiny scrawl that gave people the ability to contact him if in case they wanted the shop open. He didn't figure anyone really would, there wasn't a whole lot of business. Today, however, he hadn't left the room at all, curled at the head of the bed with his feet just under the blankets and his knees drawn to his chest, waving a sparkling catnip toy for Nyanko to bat at.]

[When Karamatsu spent so much time checking himself out, he thought nothing of it, but when he aimed to leave without so much as a pause to explain what grandiose event he was off to take part in, Ichimatsu's tiny eyebrows creased.]

Where are you going?

[He hears him before he sees him, having finally left the ship mostly out of ~~loneliness~~ boredom, and his face gets progressively more and more annoyed and disgusted as he continues to wander through the throngs of people in the district.]

[He stands just out of Karamatsu's line of sight (not that it was necessary, the asshole probably wasn't even looking) and carefully shifts his weight to one foot, removing his other sandal.]

[He then proceeds to wind back and hurl it at his brother's head as hard as he possibly can. Unfortunately for Karamatsu, his aim is pretty impeccable. Practice makes perfect.]

[Ax claps his hands over his ears as soon as Karamatsu begins. For a second he even thinks he's under attack, before his brain catches up with his nerves. No, it's something even worse: Earth music.

He'd thought he'd heard the worst of what passes for music on that planet. He'd thought there was no conceivable way it could possibly get more horrible.

Listening to this man sing, he knows he was wrong. Even after all this time, the depths of human depravity continue to astonish him.]

Stop that this instant!

[It's amazing he's being as patient as he is with this situation--and later, Karamatsu might want to thank Goku for that. Having already gotten his own aggression and built-up savagery out, it was far easier to deal with another's own attempt at getting out all those pent up feelings that were nearly explosive.

Nearly patient.

When he's kicked, he gives Karamatsu a shake, but it does relatively little when the guy's complain of lemme at'em only eggs on his opponent who was, up until this point, enjoying quite the upper hand. The intergalactic foe only agrees, yelling out for Reaper to stop interfering, and that's when he loses what little patience he has left. His grip on Karamatsu's jacket only tightening as his free hand raises up to yank his mask off, giving the gathered group a growling snarl that's effective enough in spooking them to back off.]

Was I not clear enough when I said that was enough? [He barks out, his head raising up, looking down his nose at the brawlers with the face of something that belonged in a R-Rated horror movie, not real life. Karamatsu's opponent is quick enough to back off, and Gabe then turns to shoot his own captive a glare.]

We're going to cool your head. Are you going to walk on your own two feet, or do I have to fucking carry you?

[ dorothy has been in luxuria for a few hours now. in her backpack there are some of the plants she's heard have medicinal qualities, so the reason why she's initially come here isn't what's keeping her. she just doesn't feel like leaving. in fact, there's an itch under her skin that demands scratching, figuratively speaking. she's been thinking of the kisses she's shared with lucas a lot, about how his stubble would scratch her chin, about how it might feel against the inside of her thigh.

lucas isn't here. lucas is back in oz and dorothy is on another planet. it's amazing and it's awful and she flags down the bartender for another drink because her mind's still too focused on things she can't have. of course—it doesn't have to be lucas, does it? it could be the doctor she'd been sleeping with back in kansas. he'd been so good, even if he'd kept hinting at more.

there's liquid fire in her stomach, and dorothy swallows down some more of her drink before letting her gaze wander, only to fall on a familiar face. it's an instinctive reaction to need that has her sliding from her chair and walking over to him, hips swaying a little more than they might usual, punch drunk on something that isn't just alcohol. ] Hey.

[ now that he's talking, carolina isn't sure he actually knows what he's talking about. it's not how you have conversations about kinks, generally speaking. sure, her social interactions tend to leave a lot to be desired, but karamatsu is always... off. to put it kindly. ]

Yeah. [ what else does she even say to this? ] You know, it's just not my thing anymore.

Edited 2017-03-08 10:10 (UTC)

[ green eyes stare back at him, carolina's expression not sure if she wants to be uncomfortable or vaguely endeared. she's not exactly a stranger to being checked out, but this is... why did she agree to this again? surely she could have found some other way to satisfy her promise to wash. ]

You, uh... lay it on pretty thick, don't you?

[ at least it's not terribly crude. small mercies. ]

_{[ For a split moment, Karamatsu thinks that maybe Dorothy is mistaking him for Ichimatsu, as that's something common to happen to them both their entire lives, dispite there being noticeable differences in their facial features and the fact Ichimatsu kept his hair to unkempt. It just seemed unnatural for a girl to approach him— Karamatsu— and take a seat next to him. The fact she greets him simply without tacking on a name makes him further believe he's just being mistaken for his twin— he knows they shared a few conversations as well.

Karamatsu, too, has been thinking a lot about somebody back home. He hasn't shared any kisses with Totoko, but he's a very imaginative person with a desperate lecherous side, despite him being somewhat regal and naive of a person. He imagines Totoko's lips would also feel nice against his neck, or feeling her figure underneath his lustful hands... it's possible his thought process is only assisting in his arousal.

Fireworks basically go off inside of him after Dorothy invites herself over, though, seeing as he's grabbed a girl's attention without even trying. That never happens. He's almost shy to actually look at her, but after a given moment, that put-on confidence shows as he rakes the side of his hair backwards. ]}

Good evening, Miss Gale. Ah, you look even more like a shining star in person..! Of all the places to see you again, it's here. What do you think of this planet?
_{[ ah.. ]}

[ admittedly: karamatsu and ichimatsu don't look so different that dorothy wouldn't ever mistake them for each other, at least given how little she actually knows them both—or how infrequently she's seen them—but there's really only one person who would call her a shining star in that tone, and it's karamatsu. distantly, she thinks that she'd normally roll her eyes.

she licks her lips instead, taking another sip of her drink because her throat remains dry. ] It doesn't seem so bad. [ she likes that there's infrastructure. she likes that there's bars and restaurants and shops and that one one has tried to torture or kill her yet. those would be the reasons she might cite if her mind was a little clearer.

karamatsu isn't lucas, but—he's handsome in his own way, isn't he? maybe that's the light, maybe that's the scent in the air getting to her, the need coiled inside her stomach, or maybe it's simply true, dorothy wouldn't be able to tell you right now. so she smiles. ] Better now that I'm not alone anymore.

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

february 28th | eluvio: shooting range | closed to carolina

march 2nd | eluvio: room 204 | closed to ichimatsu

march 8th | bajikan: luxuria | closed to dorothy

march 10th | bajikan: luxuria | closed to carolina (again)

march 12th | bajikan: ira | closed to sombra

march 12th (late) | bajikan: ira | closed to reaper

march 15th | bajikan: acedia | closed to jason

march 20th | bajikan: superbia | OPEN TO ALL

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