Apollo Liece
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Post by Apollo Liece on Jun 28, 2016 1:04:37 GMT
"For the last fuckin' time, I do NOT want to buy any of your god forsaken 'crack', or so help me god I will make sure you will be eatin' asphalt by the time I'm done with you!"
Apollo said in a complete outburst to this fancily dressed man on a subway car. He was sitting down, wearing his usual garb including his scarf, and he was getting pissed by how much this long haired man wearing such a vibrant colored suit was trying to sell some stupid stuff to him. I mean, who the hell wanted to buy white powder!? He could literally by sugar or flour just about anywhere, so what the hell was so special about this white powder?
The Blonde haired ex-prince with a dyed blotch of violet hair had taken the subway because of something Dawn, his city informant/roomate/vampire-friend had told him. She told him that there was some weird talk about an interesting stand user down in Brooklyn, who may be willing to 'party' with his stand which apparently turned trains into freakish abominations of sorts. He had no idea what that meant, but that woman was drunk almost all the time so it was hard to get actual information out of her from time to time.
All Apollo had to do in order to meet this interesting stand user was t-
"So would you like to buy some smack my good sir? It perks you right up and makes you feel goodgoodgooooood!"
His eye now visibly twitching, Apollo could not restrain himself any longer. He stood up as he glared at the drug dealer through his glassed, his fist clenched into a tight hand. Apollo stepped in forward to intimidate the man, while swinging his leg in order to trip him with his food, to make him fall over. This had succeeded, as the man was now in mid-fall. Wanting to make sure that this would be something this man would not forget, and to tell all of his other friends to push off, Apollo had to capitalize on the situation.
He pulled back his fist, and then slammed it right into the back of the falling man's head, the force practically blasting the man's face straight into the metal subway floor. The man was not moving aside from the rise and fall of his breathing chest, and everyone in the car was glaring at the situation that happened. With a sigh of anger, the purple clad adult headed towards the furthest end of his subway car, wanting to stay out of the eyes of all these mongrels.
"Fuckin' idiot shoulda listened to me."
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Mars Wayfield
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Post by Mars Wayfield on Jun 28, 2016 1:34:44 GMT
In the meanwhile of Apollo's jolly great experience with the drug dealer, not too far from his own seat in the subway car, Mars, him, was simply sitting down on another seat, staring at the window with one of a hand pressed onto his right cheek. From time to time, once a light would appear in the darkness that surrounded the subway tracks, he would simply follow it by eyesight, then go back to stare at the darkness.
For a moment, he had stopped staring at the window and had looked down towards the walkman that was hanging from his hip, but then simply let out a quiet sigh as he remembered that it actually ran out of battery right after he had entered the subway car, which was a real shame to say the least, especially due to what was happening in the car.
Not only that, but, frankly, being without a walkman and simply wait for this God damn subway car to stop was boring enough and even rather risky. After all, right now, it was pitch black night and he had until about 5:30 AM before going back to his apartment lot so that he wouldn't burn to a crisp once he goes outside. Although one would think being a Vampire is enjoyable, it surely has its boring downsides... and the boy was definitely affected by them the most.
Then again, this was the first time he actually entered New York's subway. Yes, the very first time; you haven't read that wrong, no. Before he had taken the decision of going out into the night of his own volition yesterday, at this point in time, he would had been watching Star Wars once again and, now, he was starting to think that it would had been better than nothing. At least, it would had certainly been better compared to what he is currently doing: just sitting on a chair and wanting to arrive in central downtown New York.
In any case...
Once Mars heard a loud crashing noise coming from the start of the subway car, the boy lifted his head his head up and blinked, curious to see what was happening now that it seemed a fight had begun. However, once he noticed it was done so quickly, the boy immediately lost interest and simply looked back to the window once again. Of course, he had also noticed that the one with the weird hair was coming towards him and so, out of consciousness more than anything else, Mars simply ignored him, but took note of his presence so that he would correctly react to him if he ever makes a move against him.
What? Yes, maybe it was too soon to judge somebody so quickly, but, honestly, in a place such as New York City, this was just a common response to whoever you meet. Not like it was impolite, but, due to the rampant crime activity, it was better than doing absolutely nothing.
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Apollo Liece
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Post by Apollo Liece on Jun 29, 2016 3:45:20 GMT
Apollo took a seat from the young man, not really paying attention to his surroundings at the moment. He was still fuming over the idiot who was trying to sell him that damn white powder. A boring look appeared on his face, as the man just gazed through the boy in front of him and watched the subway lights go by. The ex-prince also a little agitated that he needs to stay on this subway car until he can confirm whether or not this subway car actually has the guy he was looking for.
The door right beside Apollo and Mars would open up, as a man with a blonde Afro and white/blue sunglasses walked through. He tripped over Apollo as the young prince accidentally let his legs hang out in the middle of the aisle. The tanned afro man tripped over the legs, nearly falling onto the ground. After catching himself from falling, he spun around on his black leather shoes and faced the ex-prince. He was wearing a blue shirt that was cut short, revealing a solid midriff, along with tight black, denim jeans.
"Yoooo, my man. That is so not cool. Keep your arms and legs in the movin' vehicle at aaaaaall times, or people could get hurt."
Apollo shrugged off this man's warning, not really caring one way or the other. However, in order for the giant afro man to back off, he pulled back his legs. Soon the afro man would start walking down the subway, heading towards the first car, as both Apollo and Mars were in the second to last Subway Train car.
Once he left, Apollo would look across from him and notice something odd about the kid in front of him. He leaned in forward, his face practically in the direct middle of the train car, as he was trying to observe him. Squinting his eyes, he would ask the boy, "Nice glasses... Tell me, are those Rando Johnson glasses? If so, I think we have the same exact frames."
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Mars Wayfield
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Post by Mars Wayfield on Jun 29, 2016 23:14:12 GMT
Oh... So that young man was now sitting not too far in front of him, is he? As Mars took note of his own rather ironic position, he would start thinking about for a moment for absolutely no reason at all due to boredom. For him, whenever someone sits behind somebody else, it can only lead to three reasons:
1) The person sitting behind another person wants to talk to the latter in front of him.
2) The person sitting behind another person wants to do something to the latter.
3) The person sitting behind another person has absolutely nothing to do to the latter. In other words, the primer's position is completely coincidental.
It wasn't really like any of those options really mattered due to how Mars himself was the one sitting behind the man, but boredom can lead to so many things, really. Ugh, if only he was home watching his Star Wars films... It would had been so much better instead of this stupid subway travelling...
It was at this moment that the subway car stopped and another person that had MUCH weirder-looking hair caught Mars' attention after said person tripped and almost fell straight against his face on the floor. Thankfully, he has been fast enough to retain himself from doing so, but he was irritated enough to warn the man that was seated not too far behind Mars to keep his arms and legs away from the middle of the subway car so that they wouldn't get in the way of the people walking in the subway car. Admittedly, Mars had to agree with this person: if the one that was behind him hadn't actually kept his legs in the way, he wouldn't had tripped.
From the looks of it, it seemed that the person behind Mars didn't really cared as he simply shrugged the whole situation away, but moved his legs so that the "victim" would move away towards the first car. Now that the issue seemed to be over, however, Mars quickly lost attention to it all and looked back towards the window, his eyes chasing after the subway lights within the darkness once again.
It was then that Mars then felt somebody to those increased vampiric senses of his. He frowned for a moment, then sighed as he realized that the one staring at him was actually the one behind him all this time. He feigned to ignore him for a moment, then lifted an eyebrow and looked back towards the previously-mentioned person as the latter commented on his glasses and asked if they were of the "Rando Johnson" brand.
For a moment, Mars simply stared at him in complete confusion, unable what to say. W... What the hell was a Rondo Johnson frame? Now that he thought about it, his glasses were actually pretty old and he had completely forgotten the brand of his glasses. Quite ironically, they were indeed of said brand, though, the subject being completely uninteresting for the Vampire, he had mostly ignored it when his optometrist had actually told about their brand back then, when he had just gotten them. The event having been from so long ago, it was normal of him to forget about it all.
Not only that, but those glasses also didn't had any glass inside of them, so they were kinda useless for any real Human. After all, he was really just wearing those glasses for style and nothing else.
"I...suppose?"
He would try to reply with a comical sweatdrop falling down the side of his face. He really had no idea what to say here, so he just went along with it.
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