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Post by johnny on Jul 7, 2019 22:39:27 GMT
| Squish. The sickening squash of a cockroach lied beneath his foot. Johnny had already stepped on three of them since he got here to this run down ass motel. But then again, he was out of pocket. Out of friends. He hadn't hooked shit up anywhere else yet, he only knew he was out of the Fools. His betrayals couldn't be overlooked and it was his call to be an asshole. He pushed himself out the door. He didn't blame Lulu for what happened. Not entirely anyways.
He had started seeing this new girl. Sorta. Nothing official. A little limber blonde who hadn't put out yet. She was worth the effort. At least in Johnny's mind. He didn't feel like a piece of shit around her, because she was so god damned innocent that she saw the good in everyone. Even a washout bad boy like him with a god complex. Johnny sighed. His Fool's Dice Jacket laid across the chair in the corner. The patch on the chest read President. Might as well read bullshit. Johnny just stared at it. The angriest glare as he looked at the source of all his current problems and he desperately wanted to blame it all on the club.
It was the club's fault he got sidetracked with all the bullshit. The partying. The disconnect. Deep down he knew it was him. Deep inside he knew he was the reason for his own pain, but still. He looked at the phone in his hand. New new messages. There was an old message from Megan. Asking what time he was going to show up to pick her up. That was two days ago. He never even bothered to text back. Johnny was just wallowing in self pity in a flea bag motel. He could have crashed in the skybox at the night club but he didn't want to chance running into Lulu. She still owned it after all.
A posionous combination of guilt and embarrasment kept him away. His silence probably hurt worst then the act of betrayal in the first place, but he knew he couldn't go back to Lulu. Not after this. She wouldn't have him and he didn't blame her. Somewhere, through the grapevine he had heard that Mouse had stepped in on his old lady. Started taking care of business where he had failed. Johnny wanted to slit Mouse's throat and even if it broke Lulu's heart Johnny swore that Mouse was going to pay. That was a betrayal all in itself. Johnny chugged a bottle of Johnny Walker as he stared at his phone. As if by magic it would suddenly ring. He stumbled a bit.
Shirtless, the light gleamed off his tattoed body. He pushed a suicide chair out of the way that was in the corner as he made his way to the bathroom. Only catching a glimps of himself in the mirror but it was enough to piss him off. Johnny threw the bottle through the mirror. It errupted in a shower of broken sharp things. Something he would eventually cut his bare feet up on. Did it matter? Johnny headed to the bathroom and slammed the door behind him. Falling on the toilet seat without bothering to lift the lid he stared at his phone for a few good moments longer before pulling up the contacts. He didn't have the balls to meet her face to face. Not in his current state anyways. He was too drunk and the booze wasn't lending Johnny courage like it normally did. Instead he sent a text.
New message: Sent to Lu....
Hey monkey.... Can we talk? | | Notes// here | Tagged// here | OOC// here |
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Post by Tabitha 'Lulu' Milton on Jul 9, 2019 3:35:10 GMT
[attr="class","ig"] [attr="class","ninety"] [attr="class","joker"] [attr="class","game"]
for @someone
notes here [attr="class","kikan"]  No matter what shit you went through the pulsing beat of a song along with a mixture of drugs and alcohol. That could solve most of your problems if only for a few hours. Lulu loved to dance since she was younger it was her favorite thing. After Johnny had saved her from the hell she had been living in she always got what she wanted. Dancing with Johnny had been her favorite nightly routine because it was alluring and sexy. Over the years Lulu hadn't changed as much as Johnny believed. Sure she had enjoyed the life of expensive gifts but it had grown to divide them. Johnny starts spending less and less time with her and more tossing stuff her way. She would've traded every nice dress and every club to just be the two crazy kids in love. Time was the most valuable thing and it was the one thing he couldn't give her. So they fought and he just bought her a new pair of shoes. Really tonight she was just started to shake the stress away and she could feel it. The surge in her system from the coke in her system because like Johnny she had her own vice. sure people knew about it but no one was going to tell Lulu that she couldn't. Over the years Lulu did what she wanted and if it ended with a trail of bodies then johnny just cleaned it up. Some believe she was more dangerous than the king and see as she kicked him from his throne made them right. Her dancing and inner thoughts were frozen when she heard his voice. Blue eyes found him and it stopped her heart for just one beat. Foot steps carried her up the stairs to the sky box and soon the door was shut behind them. The music was a faint tempo in here and she moved over to the desk. Pulling out a vile of powder she poured it on the desk. Drawing some lines out she snorted one quickly and it was instantly a kick into over drive. Though her attention turned to Johnny when he mention mouse. Leaning against the desk she crossed her arms over her chest. "I watched you drive away from me.. standing the the road like a fool watching you go. I didn't even expect you to turn around but you didn't even tap the brakes. Not even a slight slow down to signal you might've missed me."She spoke as she looked at him and let out a sigh, "Well Johnny how did we get here? Tossing your dick at everything in Detroit didn't help. All those nights you spent ignoring me left the room for someone else to come in and spend the time I want. Not gifts and dance clubs it was just time I wanted... You can't just come him here angry that someone else saw my worth." There was obvious hurt in her voice and her fingers cracked the wood of the desk. It groaned under the stress as she moved to grip the edge and she finally pulled her fingers away. "Why wasn't I good enough?" Lulu spoke and she looked down at the ground. She couldn't bear to keep him in her sights because she was so very hurt and so very angry. This meeting was probably a bad idea but she wanted to talk him into returning to the club. Truthfully she couldn't handle him without emotion clouding her judgement. "I gave you everything I had and you broke me." .☽[newclass=.joker]width: 360px; height: 140px; padding: 20px; background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -moz-transition: 3s all; -webkit-transition: 3s all; -o-transition: 3s all; transition: 1s all;[/newclass][newclass=.ig:hover .joker]background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.4); -moz-transition: 3s all; -webkit-transition: 3s all; -o-transition: 3s all; transition: 1s all;[/newclass][newclass=.game]text-align:center; line-height: 9px; margin-top:10px;opacity:0;font:bold 10px muli; letter-spacing: 2px; color: #ffffff; text-transform: uppercase; -webkit-transition-duration:.3s;transition-delay: .3s;transition-duration:.3s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass][newclass=.game a]font:bold 10px muli; letter-spacing: 2px; font-style: italic; color: #ffffff;[/newclass][newclass=.ig:hover .game]margin-top:0px;opacity:1;transition-delay: .3s; -webkit-transition-duration:.3s;transition-duration:.3s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass][newclass=.ninety]width:400px;height:180px;background-image:url(https://i.imgur.com/TyUZes4.jpg);[/newclass] [newclass=.kikan]width: 65px; height: 65px; border: 1px solid #e3e3e3; transform: rotate(45deg); z-index: 2; margin-top: -27px; margin-bottom: -39px; filter: grayscale(100%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(100%);-moz-filter: grayscale(100%);[/newclass][newclass=.ig:hover .kikan]filter: grayscale(0%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(0%);-moz-filter: grayscale(0%); transition: 0.6s; transition-timing-function: linear;[/newclass][googlefont=Roboto][googlefont=Open+Sans] |
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Post by johnny on Jul 9, 2019 23:14:57 GMT
| Johnny waited for a long time. It was heart clinchingly tough to just sit there by the phone. The cockroaches weren't good company. Every time he squished one another one came running out of the cracks. This place was disgusting and below the king's standards. The King of the Gutter Rats was living like a gutter rat. This motel had become his home. A broken home that he didn't want to be in but his options were limited. Brad had tried to help him hook shit up. Brad had tried to put some of Lulu's assets in Johnny's name. A move that ultimately got Brad canned.
And stripped of his Fool's Dice Jacket. Johnny never really had a problem with Brad but they were never really known to rub elbows or even hang in the same circles outside the club. Brad was rich snob money. His lawyer shit kept him in different social groups mostly it was just good to have a free lawyer on the retainer. It was part of the reason Brad was patched in, in the first place. Johnny suspected Brad's betrayal more a hatred for Lulu than an actual love for Johnny.
Johnny was starting to nod off in the bathroom when his phone rang back. What only took minutes seemed like hours. He was just as desperate to hear back from her as she was to hear from him. Even when they were ex lovers they yearned for each other in a way that would make them forever connected. Johnny was never one to weather her emotional whiplash that was Lulu's mood swing. Usually Johnny would nope the fuck out and find a new quiet place to party and make it through his own action a much louder place to party.
Now he would give anything for those moments of sudden chaos. The violent tantrum. He missed her and he was free of her crazy at the same time. Everything she ever did to push him away also pulled him back in. There was no real major commitment to Megan though the had hooked up that one time it hadn't been anything steady or consistant. They hung out a few times after that and he liked her but his mind was stuck in the past.
His mind was fogging over his mistakes and he never could balance the lack of crazy with the absence of clarity.Johnny looked at the text. She wanted to meet. He was still drunk as all hell but he stood up on wobbly legs and ambled over to the door. Having to take a second to lean on the door frame as he moved through it, so he wouldn't puke all over the stained carpet and the dirty lenolium. Moving past the shattered remains of the mirror Johnny looked at his reflection in the single shard that still stood attached to the wall. His face was stern and expressionless at the same time. His skin hot and smoky. Shifting in and out of ghostly and physcially tangable. He couldn't control his ability when he was this stressed out and half drunk.
Johnny didn't bother to grab his jacket on the way out. It was a symbol of everything he had come to hate about himself. The door closed behind him leaving the jacket where it rested on the chair. Only for Johnny to come back for it a few moments later. Throwing it over his shoulders Johnny headed out to meet Lulu. The drive over his thoughts were a dizzying whirl of regret and apologies, bouncing from anger to happy remeories and everything in between . Johnny drove well over the speed limit and the license plate that was custom and read "Fool 1" was a clear sign for the cops to not bother. Most of the cops in this town were in Johnny's pocket even if some of the uncorruptables were still dumb enough to try and make a case against them.
Johnny pulled up to the club and found himself sweating bullets. Moving through the crowds, the sea of bodies his eyes were only ever focused on one place. the girl IN THE SEQUENCE TANK TOP AND BLACK RIPPED UP JEANS! She was a vision of beauty and a sign of things to come. She was a panic inducing ball of wonder and a scary propsition as Johnny stepped up to face the music. "A little loud don't you think?" Johnny asked at a yell. He could barely hear himself think over the music. Not that he at all wanted to be trapped in his own thoughts. "Let's take this to the sky box." Johnny said grabbing her arm and firmly yet gently leading her away from the VIP section.
He knew he would find her there. Everythbing about Lulu screamed respect me and notice me at the same time. It was a part of her past and the fact that she always felt outside looking in. Hoping that people wouldn't notice her or notice the bruises, when she finally found herself in a place where people respected her she wanted all eyes on her all the time and now was no different. Though, for this conversation Johnny wanted something more private. He wanted..... Well, he wasn't really sure what he wanted. He drove over here at 80 mph drunk and practicing his speach on the way over. The only thing he had come up with was " i never fucked anyone in our bed." Like that was some great justification.
He was an asshole. He was spiraling. He didn't know who he was anymore and somewhere along the way he had lost himself to the drugs and the parties. Johnny had a problem with drinking weather it was something people approached him about it or not. They did not. Johnny was King and you didn't question the King. Even Lulu had never really said anything. Even when the parties and drugs were getting out of control. Johnny Rome, was an alcoholic. It was his crutch and his existance and now that Lulu was gone it was his whole world. How anyone could find him appealing he didn't know and perhaps Megan saw something in him. A potential he didn't see himself and she wanted to pull it out of him. Standing in the sky box alone Johnny stared at her. "Fucking Mouse?!? "
The words were coming out of his mouth before he could stop it. "How did we get here Lulu?" He changed the subject. His voice was no longer angry but confused. He plopped on the couch and looked at the ground before turning his eyes back up at her. He looked like he was sorry for all the things he had done, and no; he did not set out to hurt her on purpose, but he was also hurt himself. Somewhere along the lines they felt into a cycle of hurt and the break was good for them. Break clean. Even if both of them were still hurting in the aftermath. | | Notes// here | Tagged// here | OOC// here |
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Jul 10, 2019 16:19:45 GMT
Post by Tabitha 'Lulu' Milton on Jul 10, 2019 16:19:45 GMT
[attr="class","ig"] [attr="class","ninety"] [attr="class","joker"] [attr="class","game"]
for @someone
notes here [attr="class","kikan"] No matter what shit you went through the pulsing beat of a song along with a mixture of drugs and alcohol. That could solve most of your problems if only for a few hours. Lulu loved to dance since she was younger it was her favorite thing. After Johnny had saved her from the hell she had been living in she always got what she wanted. Dancing with Johnny had been her favorite nightly routine because it was alluring and sexy. Over the years Lulu hadn't changed as much as Johnny believed. Sure she had enjoyed the life of expensive gifts but it had grown to divide them. Johnny starts spending less and less time with her and more tossing stuff her way. She would've traded every nice dress and every club to just be the two crazy kids in love. Time was the most valuable thing and it was the one thing he couldn't give her. So they fought and he just bought her a new pair of shoes. Really tonight she was just started to shake the stress away and she could feel it. The surge in her system from the coke in her system because like Johnny she had her own vice. sure people knew about it but no one was going to tell Lulu that she couldn't. Over the years Lulu did what she wanted and if it ended with a trail of bodies then johnny just cleaned it up. Some believe she was more dangerous than the king and see as she kicked him from his throne made them right. Her dancing and inner thoughts were frozen when she heard his voice. Blue eyes found him and it stopped her heart for just one beat. Foot steps carried her up the stairs to the sky box and soon the door was shut behind them. The music was a faint tempo in here and she moved over to the desk. Pulling out a vile of powder she poured it on the desk. Drawing some lines out she snorted one quickly and it was instantly a kick into over drive. Though her attention turned to Johnny when he mention mouse. Leaning against the desk she crossed her arms over her chest. "I watched you drive away from me.. standing the the road like a fool watching you go. I didn't even expect you to turn around but you didn't even tap the brakes. Not even a slight slow down to signal you might've missed me."She spoke as she looked at him and let out a sigh, "Well Johnny how did we get here? Tossing your dick at everything in Detroit didn't help. All those nights you spent ignoring me left the room for someone else to come in and spend the time I want. Not gifts and dance clubs it was just time I wanted... You can't just come him here angry that someone else saw my worth." There was obvious hurt in her voice and her fingers cracked the wood of the desk. It groaned under the stress as she moved to grip the edge and she finally pulled her fingers away. "Why wasn't I good enough?" Lulu spoke and she looked down at the ground. She couldn't bear to keep him in her sights because she was so very hurt and so very angry. This meeting was probably a bad idea but she wanted to talk him into returning to the club. Truthfully she couldn't handle him without emotion clouding her judgement. "I gave you everything I had and you broke me." .☽[newclass=.joker]width: 360px; height: 140px; padding: 20px; background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -moz-transition: 3s all; -webkit-transition: 3s all; -o-transition: 3s all; transition: 1s all;[/newclass][newclass=.ig:hover .joker]background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.4); -moz-transition: 3s all; -webkit-transition: 3s all; -o-transition: 3s all; transition: 1s all;[/newclass][newclass=.game]text-align:center; line-height: 9px; margin-top:10px;opacity:0;font:bold 10px muli; letter-spacing: 2px; color: #ffffff; text-transform: uppercase; -webkit-transition-duration:.3s;transition-delay: .3s;transition-duration:.3s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass][newclass=.game a]font:bold 10px muli; letter-spacing: 2px; font-style: italic; color: #ffffff;[/newclass][newclass=.ig:hover .game]margin-top:0px;opacity:1;transition-delay: .3s; -webkit-transition-duration:.3s;transition-duration:.3s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass][newclass=.ninety]width:400px;height:180px;background-image:url(https://i.imgur.com/TyUZes4.jpg);[/newclass] [newclass=.kikan]width: 65px; height: 65px; border: 1px solid #e3e3e3; transform: rotate(45deg); z-index: 2; margin-top: -27px; margin-bottom: -39px; filter: grayscale(100%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(100%);-moz-filter: grayscale(100%);[/newclass][newclass=.ig:hover .kikan]filter: grayscale(0%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(0%);-moz-filter: grayscale(0%); transition: 0.6s; transition-timing-function: linear;[/newclass][googlefont=Roboto][googlefont=Open+Sans] |
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Jul 10, 2019 19:18:51 GMT
Post by johnny on Jul 10, 2019 19:18:51 GMT
| Mixing black gun powder into the coke made it different. It offered up hallucinigentic properties along with the live wire rush kick that slingshotted you into hyper drive. The Brazillians called it "brown brown" the drug of choice for most coke heads in Detroit. Not only was the high better, but it also was cheaper. Cutting it with gunpowder saved on the costs of coke production and most dealers around the corners slung it as a specialty item. Even in the dimly lit room Johnny could see the brown color of the coke. The white and black and crystals mixing in the particular way to give it that hue. Johnny frowned. Brown brown was dangerous.
Though the effects it had on Lulu's body were unknown with her superhuman abilities. Johnny wanted to say something. Tell her to get off that shit and flush every vile he had, but he knew the result. She would scream he had no right to tell her what to do and honestly it would only fuel her need to use more. Lulu was more delicate than people realized. She tried to present this image of perfection and strength. A high class dame with high class ambition, but in a lot of ways she was still the same kid he met all those years ago. Young, dumb and with a vicious self destructive streak. He could relate to that.
Johnny listened to her telling him it was his fault. He didn't have an argument to back her down. Instead he only listened. Standing up and looking out over the crowd through the VIP window. Johnny broke his gaze long before she did. The guilt was the one thing that kept stabbing him in the chest. Johnny sighed and pressed a palm flat against the glass over his head. The reaper on the back of his jacket laughed in Lulu's face. He still had the balls to wear it even now. This thing that he had created and built up from the ground up. It was the reason he lost sight of everything that was important and yet he clutched to it like a crutch because he didn't know anything else.
If being away from the Fools this past week had taught him anything it taught him that he really wasn't much of shit without the Fools and the image they provided. That respect and power slowly slipped through his tired fingertips. Ticking away like sand in an hourglass and he could do little to hold onto the respect he thought he deserved. Most of the members blamed Johnny and sided with Lulu. Not a single one of them had called him except for Go-Go who was in prison at the moment and didn't even know about the slip until two days ago.
Johnny turned around and found her looking at the ground. Why wasn't she enough? He didn't have an answer for that. He didn't have an answer for a lot of things these days. Johnny, still drunk and fueled by his own motivations moved quickly across the room. Almost seeming to glide across the floor in one swoop. He phased out into white smoke and ghosted through the desk, reemerging on the other side of it and turning physical his hand was around her throat. Johnny slammed Lulu hard into the wall behind her. Enough to send her eyes flying wide open as his grip choked her.
Johnny leaned into her ear. His breath was hot a little boozy. His voice croaked out as a harsh whisper but that was more from the burn at the back of his throat left behind by the Johnny Walker and Jack Daniels. "You were always enough for me baby." His lips curled back in a sneer. Sparkling white teeth danced in her ear. "I was just consumed by wanting to have it all. I lost sight of important shit. That doesn't matter now. I'm here." He said quietly. His lips kissed her ear as his hand rode up the rough fabric of her jeans and between her thighs. He still had her pinned to the wall. Johnny was thinking about a drunken hook up. Still consumed by the need to have whatever he wanted he just didn't get it. Fog settled behind his eyes and a cloud of ghostly smoke poured over the irises of his eyes.
Johnny didn't know she was only calling him here for mercy. Didn't understand if she had truly moved on or not. And in his mind this was just one more fight he could apologize for and smooth things over with some angry make up sex and a simple I'm sorry. Johnny didn't think any punishment was coming his way in fact he thought he was being welcomed back with open arms. How foolish he was. "I never did a drug in my life, that hooked me quite like you Lu...." He whispered as he began to kiss her neck. | | Notes// here | Tagged// here | OOC// here |
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Jul 22, 2019 15:11:36 GMT
Post by Tabitha 'Lulu' Milton on Jul 22, 2019 15:11:36 GMT
[attr="class","ig"] [attr="class","ninety"] [attr="class","joker"] [attr="class","game"]
for @someone
notes here [attr="class","kikan"] There was so much silence in the room that it drown out the beat of the music outside. Even the loud thumping club music fell deaf as her blue eyes searched for anything to focus on. Besides the man had had stolen her heart a decade ago because that just hurt to much. He had the ability to make her weak no matter how much strength she actually had. She forgot her power around him and with Mouse stepping up she had just started to remember just what she brought to the table. Lulu had been the one directing the Club and Johnny's choices from the sidelines. In essence the club had gotten to its status by her ruthless and smart business moves. It was a easy choice when the two split who the others would follow. The king had broken his crown a long time ago and made the change dire to the clubs survival. All the thoughts in her mind were overwhelming until she felt a hand on her throat. Being slammed into the door behind her with a muffled thud that caused her heart to skip a couple beats. His breath on her ear caused a gasp to escape as she listened to his words. Soon she felt his lips on her ear and a hand riding up between her thighs. Over the fabric and her skin was suddenly hot and flushed as her eyes closed for a moment. Johnny had known over the last year or two just the right things to say. The words that made her cave and forgive him for whatever dumb thing he had done. His lips on her neck almost got her but her mind was screaming for her to get a grip. Not to fall for his lies again or she would end up right back spending her nights alone. "You Asshole." Were the simple words she spoke in a bitter tone as she brought her leg up between his legs. A hard knee right where it hurt and when he hit his knees her hand slapped him just hard enough to sting. "I was stupid for coming here thinking you would change. Did you really think so low of me that you could come in here with a charming smirk and get back into my good graces?" Lulu moved over to the desk and pulled a duffel bag out from beneath it. Walking back over to Johnny she dropped the bag on the ground beside him and glared down. "fifty hundred thousand dollars and a passport. Johnny Rome you will turn yourself in at the club in the morning or you are banished and you will Take the money to get out of my city never to return. The choice is yours but this between us.. Its over." Turning around she would walk out the door and quickly move down the stairs before she started to fall apart. Outside of the club she slid into her car as she started to have tears roll down her cheeks. .☽[newclass=.joker]width: 360px; height: 140px; padding: 20px; background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -moz-transition: 3s all; -webkit-transition: 3s all; -o-transition: 3s all; transition: 1s all;[/newclass][newclass=.ig:hover .joker]background-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.4); -moz-transition: 3s all; -webkit-transition: 3s all; -o-transition: 3s all; transition: 1s all;[/newclass][newclass=.game]text-align:center; line-height: 9px; margin-top:10px;opacity:0;font:bold 10px muli; letter-spacing: 2px; color: #ffffff; text-transform: uppercase; -webkit-transition-duration:.3s;transition-delay: .3s;transition-duration:.3s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass][newclass=.game a]font:bold 10px muli; letter-spacing: 2px; font-style: italic; color: #ffffff;[/newclass][newclass=.ig:hover .game]margin-top:0px;opacity:1;transition-delay: .3s; -webkit-transition-duration:.3s;transition-duration:.3s;-moz-transition-duration:.5s;[/newclass][newclass=.ninety]width:400px;height:180px;background-image:url(https://i.imgur.com/TyUZes4.jpg);[/newclass] [newclass=.kikan]width: 65px; height: 65px; border: 1px solid #e3e3e3; transform: rotate(45deg); z-index: 2; margin-top: -27px; margin-bottom: -39px; filter: grayscale(100%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(100%);-moz-filter: grayscale(100%);[/newclass][newclass=.ig:hover .kikan]filter: grayscale(0%);-webkit-filter: grayscale(0%);-moz-filter: grayscale(0%); transition: 0.6s; transition-timing-function: linear;[/newclass][googlefont=Roboto][googlefont=Open+Sans] |
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Jul 24, 2019 22:02:05 GMT
Post by johnny on Jul 24, 2019 22:02:05 GMT
| Maybe Johnny Rome was always this bad. He was especially good at the apology, or at least he usually was. A smooth talking shitfuck that made you forget about the bad and just fall back into his bad boy arms. Yeah, Johnny had always been good at that. But looking back the bad always outweighed the good. The King of the Gutter Rat's crown didn't fit because his head had gotten too big over the years. Real Julius Ceasar shit.
Sitting there Johnny was more pissed off than anything. Wounded pride and broken ego, that's some real jack and jill. Jack fell down and broke his crown, only Lulu didn't come tumbling after. Johnny said nothing as she walked out. The door opened to the sound of the club music growing louder for a moment and muffled silence again as it closed behind her. Johnny just wiped at his lip. Poured salt over his broken psyche and wished he had a better plan coming into this. He thought it was going to be that easy. Just turn on the bad boy shit and she would swoon. She always swooned. He had really fucked up and for the first time since this happened.....Johnny actually realized it was over.
Fuck it then. He thought with growing resentment piling into his chest. His hands began to flicker and sway. Phasing in and out of this reality with the soft touch of growing frustration. Johnny stood up.It wasn't just his hands flickering. His shoulders, his torso... All of him seemed to dip in and out of the visible spectrum. Turning slightly into a gassy substance and bleeding like smoke before turning solid again. He almost seemed to phase into ghost form to the turn of the music. A steady tempo of power and control. And he was slowly loosing both.
Johnny stood there staring at the door. Swaying slightly on his drunken feet and giving the door a death glare as the music raised in his head. It seemed to get louder. His palms were sweaty. His hair hung down in his eyes. He didn't bother to reach up and push it to the side. He only stared and glared through the strands of honey brown. Each bumping bass beat of the music causing his body to smoke away, fade out. A little more of his smokey form floated across the room like a vapor's mod.
Johnny just stared at the door as the thoughts raced through his head. They weren't all illogical. He had reason and sound mind. He was drunk, but he was thinking clearly. Johnny was cunning. Cold as ice and cruel, but cunning.. It's over huh?!? She wants to leave me? To topple the empire that i built with my own two fucking hands?!? I started this thing, and now she wants to rule it? She can rule it, but i won't come groveling back. The bass in the speakers shook the office window glass and caused more smoke to drift off Johnny's shoulders as he was relinquishing control of his ghostly abilities. I'm Johnny Fucking Rome! I decide how my story goes. And it won't be living off a hand out and fleeing the country. You want me out of YOUR city? Good luck forcing me out. He thought.
Johnny crouched slightly and picked up the back of money and tossed it on the chair by the big glass window. He grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniels off the desk and threw it back. Johnny seemed to empty the bottle with a few massive gulps and dropped it to the carpet. He wasn't feeling so drunk anymore. For the first time in a long time he was motivated to handle business. He wasn't worried about the next party, but business in stead. And he had a lot of business to handle. Johnny kicked out the window with a well placed kick. His flatop converse sneakers shatttering the glass all around. Johnny heard the music scratch and stop. He leaned over to the duffel and grabbed two handfuls of fat cash. "WHO WANTS SOME FUCKING MONEY!?!?" He yelled excitedly. Johnny Rome the Party man. It wasn't completely out of character for him to be this destructive and crazy when he was drunk. He tossed both handfuls of cash into the sky and they rained down on the crowd who jumped and tried to get it at.
"IT'S A FUCKING PARTY! DRINKS ARE ON ME!" He yelled grabbing more of Lulu's money and giving it away because he simply didn't give a fuck anymore. He tossed two more handfuls before grabbing the passport and slipping it into his back pocket. Johnny emptied the rest of the duffel before stepping back from the window and watching the crowd nearly riot. They started tearing the club apart trying to fight each other over the cash. Fuck this club. Johnny smirked as he watched someone shove someone else into a waiter carrying some flaming shots. It spilled on the bar, knocked over a bottle of tequilla and lit the bar on fire.
Johnny took one last look at the Chaos before picking up his fool's dice jacket and pulling out a knife from his knife belt. Johnny stabbed the knife through the jacket pinning it too the wall. Right through the forehead of the reaper. It wasn't really a threat to Lulu, but more so to Mouse who he knew was fucking his girl, or used to be girl.... You know what? It didn't matter. Johnny was half drunk and half sick with the thrill of feeling really energized for the first time in a long time. He hadn't had a reason to be this pissed off in ages. Mouse was a fucking dead man. After that...Who knows. He might just take down the entire Fool's Dice Club just for kicks. If anyone ran it into the ground it should be him right? Johnny thought about this as he faded through the walls smiling at the cries of fire. | | Notes// here | Tagged// here | OOC// here |
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Jul 29, 2019 23:14:11 GMT
Post by Sophia Cromer on Jul 29, 2019 23:14:11 GMT
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There was a special place in hell for someone that would abuse a dog. Some had to wait for their crimes to be punished but it seemed these two guys had their ticket punched early. She wasn't intending on being rescue by the one person she had been observing. This was supposed to be a job that she didn't need to worry about any strings attached. Though now that she watched mister valiant who came to her aid it was easy to see how this could go wrong. Sure the man had a bit of a psycho streak but that wasn't the worst quality in a man. [break][break]
When he approached her she gave a low warning growl unsure of what he would do. Her golden eyes carefully watched as his hand go into her should and pull out the fragments of gun. Wasn't exactly the way she was used to a man being inside her in this sort of way. When he dropped the bullets she whined as he picked her up. it sent enough pain through her shoulder to make her miserable. 'Careful asshole.' She would think as he carried her back to some shit hole motel. Place looked like some stop in a highway murderer flick.
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He sat her down on the bed and she watched him scramble around and gather first aid items. Her eyes looked at the needle and thread but turned to the bottle on the table. When johnny brought the needle close she used her paw to knock his hand away. Jumping onto the table she knocked the bottle down and used her tongue to drink all the vodka. Laying down on the table she watched johnny carefully as her nose nudged his hand. He would either think she was strange of just a very smart dog.
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Post by johnny on Jul 30, 2019 1:20:16 GMT
| Johnny was feeling all sorts of ways. Hurt and rejection mixed with a little anger was a deadly cocktail. It was a more vile blend than any of the alcohol swimming in his bloodstream, and yet. He stood there calm as fuck and smiling as he moved through the flames. People scattered this way or that, some still attempted to grab cash off the ground the greedy fucks. Johnny listened to the screams. It was a high pitch crechendo. A silent screaming symphony of chaos and pain. The same shit he was feeling and he was more than happy to spread that shit around so everyone could get a little on their plates.
Lulu had fucked up. She had created an enemy. More than that she had crossed the one motherfucker you didn't want to cross. Johnny Rome was known for his dangerous antics, his crazy fucking stunts, but now he was a crazy son of a bitch known for theatrics and showmanship and nothing to loose. He wouldn't think twice to cause a scene and he was desperate for a little taste of retaliation. At this point he didn't care who or what he hurt as long as it took the edge off the screaming shit in his head.
Walking through the club ablazed, Johnny was proud of what he had done. it was only the first step in a long line violent retributions. He was going to pull the Fool's Dice Club down brick by brick. And it was more anger directed at the club than Lulu herself. The club was what tore them apart. The club was what ruined his life. He was the king of the world and now he wasn't shit except a man with a cause and fuel to burn on the fires of revenge. Johnny blamed the club for everything. Not just the whole of it's memebers but the ideal that it stood for. Freedom. Power. Corruptions. It was all sick twisting gears in fucking orgy machine of debotchery and lawlessness. No one was ever held accountable. Fucking funny that he blamed all his problems on the club because he too was never held accountable
Johnny pulled out a cigar and lit it off the flames racing across the bar top. He took a few puffs pridefully as he pushed open the back door. The night air was cold and he stepped out in time to hear a gunshot. His eyes focused on a dog that was bleeding in the alley. That's when everything went red. Like he said, he didn't care who he hurt. And these assholes were just asking for it. In the wrong place at the right time. Johnny grabbed one guy by the back of the neck and shoved his lit cigar down his throat. He pressed his palm tightly against the guy's mouth keeping it in there. The man's muffled screams were met with surprise and horror from his but fucking buddy.
More gunshots rang out into the night. Aimed at Johnny of course. Johnny went all ghosty and allowed the bullets to pass right through him while keeping his hands and arms physically corporal and holding on to the cigar munching dickfuck. Johnny growled something gutteral and visceral and shoved the man back through the brick wall behind him. He phased through the wall and, touching Johnny's skin made the man phase as well. Johnny shoved him so that his head was going through the wall and then he let go. The man's head was stuck half in and half out of the wall just below the nose. His nose was buried somewhere in the brick along with his eyes. Pure blackness, unable to see or breathe out his nose. At least he could still scream.
"WHAT THE FUCK AHHHHHHHH!" The man cried. Gurgling slightly from the 2nd degree burns in his throat and speaking with a obvious, new found speech impediment. Johnny didn't have to worry about the second guy, who was just watching in stunned silence as Johnny grabbed brick face's arms and placed a shoe against his chest. He pulled bac stretching out his legs and pulling on his arms until the cutted sharp edge of the hard brick and Johnny's own elbow grease pulled so tight his head cut into two. Just below the nose. Clean cut. "De-half-ication" not quiet a full decapitation, but he was just getting started. Johnny was a dog guy, but more importantly he was a pissed off guy and this was a good enough excuse to vent a little anger.
Seeing his buddy drop to his knees with half a skull spurred dumbass number two to start shooting again. Johnny phased through the bullets and cracked his neck with a few short jerking motions of his head and an irratated smirk. He raced towards him with blinding speed and phased right through him with a punch to the chest. He came out the other side holding his heart in his hand. Which Johnny threw down in a murky puddle and stomped on. Almost theatrically the man didn't react and drop to his knees until his heart was stomped. After the stomp he fell to his knees and and face first next to his dead ass friend.
Johnny brushed off his shirt and wiped away the smears of blood that stained his white t-shirt. He only made the blood more obvious, but is was more for show than anything. Reaching up he slicked back his hair and let out a calm exhale of cool breath before turning back to the pitiful poochie and it's dying delema. He wasn't a heartless animal, and he was needing a friend. You can watch the world smoke to ashes, but man's best friend was still man's best friend. Johnny carefully squatted down beside the beast. Big ass fucking dog breathing heavy and whimpering at the sight of him. He placed a hand on her body and slowly, carefully, phased into her and scooped out the bullet fragments. Johnny looked at them in the bloody palm of his hand and cast them into the pavement. They rattled away with a little tinkling sound as Johnny turned back to the dog.
He scooped her up into his arms. She was fucking heavy, but he didn't mind. Johnny was stronger than he looked. He picked up the dog that was all but limp in his arms and started to walk down the street towards his fleabag motel. At least he wasn't going to be sleeping alone tonight. Revenge could wait until morning. He had something else that had caught his attention. A little patch and fix work and she would be right as rain. At least that'd be one problem solved.
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Jul 31, 2019 13:13:32 GMT
Post by Sophia Cromer on Jul 31, 2019 13:13:32 GMT
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There was a special place in hell for someone that would abuse a dog. Some had to wait for their crimes to be punished but it seemed these two guys had their ticket punched early. She wasn't intending on being rescue by the one person she had been observing. This was supposed to be a job that she didn't need to worry about any strings attached. Though now that she watched mister valiant who came to her aid it was easy to see how this could go wrong. Sure the man had a bit of a psycho streak but that wasn't the worst quality in a man. [break][break]
When he approached her she gave a low warning growl unsure of what he would do. Her golden eyes carefully watched as his hand go into her should and pull out the fragments of gun. Wasn't exactly the way she was used to a man being inside her in this sort of way. When he dropped the bullets she whined as he picked her up. it sent enough pain through her shoulder to make her miserable. 'Careful asshole.' She would think as he carried her back to some shit hole motel. Place looked like some stop in a highway murderer flick.
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He sat her down on the bed and she watched him scramble around and gather first aid items. Her eyes looked at the needle and thread but turned to the bottle on the table. When johnny brought the needle close she used her paw to knock his hand away. Jumping onto the table she knocked the bottle down and used her tongue to drink all the vodka. Laying down on the table she watched johnny carefully as her nose nudged his hand. He would either think she was strange of just a very smart dog.
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Jul 31, 2019 23:34:45 GMT
Post by johnny on Jul 31, 2019 23:34:45 GMT
| Johnny had never seen a dog quite like this. Sure it was big as a fucking truck, but that was something he didn't mind. She was wounded and in need of a friend. He could sort of relate to that. In Johnny's mind everything was still going to be okay. He had a plan and he would execute it with perscion and flawlessly weave his way back, but for now.... He watched the dog drink and almost didn't mind that she was lapping up the last of his good liquor.
Who the fuck would shoot this dog anyways?? Low life pricks with no rhyme or reason. Johnny would shoot a man. Shoot him point blank in the face without a moment's thought, but a dog? He waited for her to finish drinking and then got on with the stitch work. He was as gentle as he could be. Virtually painless with him phasing the needle in and out of her skin withouer her even feeling the prick of it. Just maybe the cold touch of a ghostly hand doing spooky surgery.
Johnny picked up the rest of the bottle and chugged it with one hand while he worked. The fact that he had met this dog before all of his craziness said something at least. He met her before he highjacked the news station, before he dive bombed off the roof of the penthouse, before he made a deal with Takoda and forced Lulu into a kidnapped candlelit rendezous. He just didn't know that he was sharing all this time with a beautiful woman. | | Notes// here | Tagged// here | OOC// here |
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