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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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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 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 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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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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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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Jun 19, 2019 23:17:13 GMT
Post by johnny on Jun 19, 2019 23:17:13 GMT
| When you got right down to it. Johnny Rome wasn't as big and bad as he let on. Sure, he had the swagger and the ice cold look down pat, but it didn't mean he was a certified badass. He had gotten to where he was on legend alone and though he was always ready to prove his ballsiness with a little showing off and acts of stupidity. Proving you weren't afraid of anything, even death wasn't enough to win someone over. He couldn't just show off and get whatever he wanted every time. Not with this one anyways. It had worked for him so many times in the past by reputation alone that he barely tried anymore.
He was a man searching for something deeper, and finding only the same shallow attractive people. He wasn't sure what he was looking for. He had never considered a life, a real life beyond Lulu. His acting out and his willingness to hurt had only gone to show what a selfish piece of shit he had become, but he was miserable. Probably as miserable as she was but both of them were too stubborn to call it quits. At least until tonight. Lulu, elsewhere was on her own grand adventure. It was the starting of motion between the two of them that would shatter the world. Both of their preconcieved notitions of loyalty and power would come crashing down around their fragile personas.
Johnny wasn't thinking about that right now. He stared at Megan over the crowd of sweaty bodies. The strobes in the club lighting up her angel light blonde hair with every other beat of the music. She was dancing with someone else, but she was staring at him. Giving him that devilish vixen look he had seen so many times before. Guilt swayed him and he turned to the door. Looking back at the exit with thoughts of going home....Being miserable. Fuck it. He thought with the smile growing wider on his posturing face. He needed this feeling of connection. Yes, the sex was nice, but it was anonimity. He could be whoever the fuck he wanted to be and that was rare. His reputation usually landed him company for the night, but it was the same boring shit. The same arrogant bravado. For once, he could let his guard down and not have to be stuntman johnny rome. Living legend of Detroit and badass party boy.
He felt like Bruce Wayne playboy, when all he wanted to be was plain old Johnny. Something about the thought of being honest with this stranger pushed him across the crowed club. He had his fool's Dice jacket on his shoulders. The laughing reaper held out his hand holding a pair of dice and laughing on the back. The club motto stitched across the back. "Treat your lady like a Queen and you will always be King." The words echoed with hollow truth. Tonight, this night Megan was his queen and he was going to treat her to a night she would never forget.
Johnny should have wore that jacket with shame, but he was so wrapped up in his own needs being met he didn't pay it much mind as he moved up to the blonde and the fella she was dancing with. Johnny tapped her on the shoulder. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to assume.... It's just.... You're so beautiful i thought i had to introduce myself. What kind of jackass would I be if i let you get away without saying hello. I don't really believe in destiny, or any of that shit, but I'm starting too..." Johnny smiled. It was charming and out of character.
The guy she was just dancing with looked like he wanted to say something. Johnny, usually would have picked up an ashtray off a nearby table and brained this motherfucking asshole until he was a pile of gore on the floorboards twitching like a mosquito under a fly swatter. Only he didn't do that. Instead he flashed the angry looking dickhead a smile of his own. "Nice to meet you pal, you enjoying the club?" The man replied with a hearty "Fuck you." Johnny's smile faded as the old him came out. Honest tension and anger rose to his cheeks as he thought about grabbing this dickhead by the jacket and driving his face into the hard edge of the bar.... But then the smile was back as he looked to Megan. "Can I buy you a drink?" He asked using it as a pretext to just take her away to talk for awhile. She had shot done his pickup, but that only made her more appealing too him. | | Notes// here | Tagged// here | OOC// here |
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Jun 12, 2019 14:37:38 GMT
Post by johnny on Jun 12, 2019 14:37:38 GMT
| Johnny Rome was a good boy. For the most part. Sure he was flying loose and free with the word commitment. The Johnny what is a prideful fool. And he had a lot of people kissing his ass. There weren't a lot of times when he was in a room full of people who were not circlejerking his ego. Sometimes it just goes to your head. Sometimes you think you can have anything you want even if you don't deserve it. What Johnny deserved was a sharp ass kicking and a reality check. You done more than his fair share of damage to his reputation to his club and most of all to Lulu. Was Johnny thinking of that though? Nope. Not even a little bit. Johnny was thinking about the party and the fun that was coming ahead.
Johnny watched dramas skyboxes lights flickered around the club strobing in and out and almost in tune with the music. He saw sweaty bodies grinding and dancing to the beat. He saw an ocean of people having fun but he really wasn't. Sure he was cocky and smooth and a little arrogant. But that was just the maskbeyond those Charming eyes Johnny was hurting. He felt betrayed by Lulu and though he was not justified he was sure that he was right. A night of debauchery was in order. he thought he could drink himself into Oblivion and hide the pain behind wild Reckless nights. He said they're in the Skybox. And though he saw all these people having fun the only person he wanted to have fun with the little blonde down at the bar. She'd caught his eye almost instantly.
Wounded ego and pride wrapped up in Self Indulgenceand a slight drip of alcohol poisoning that's what he had to offer her. Beyond the money in the reputation and the flashy cars he was nothing but a broken guy who needed to be put back together . Johnny stuffed his hands in his pockets as he watched her . the door to his office won't open as his assistant in the club came to inform him that the club it reached capacity. Johnny waved her off of the wave of his hand and she closed the door behind her on her exit. he wasn't here as a businessman . Hell he wasn't even sure if he was here as himself tonight. He just new that for tonight and tonight alone he want to escape his reality.
Johnny left the Skybox and was greeted by the blaring Sound of Music. Moving slowly down the steps his hand glider down my hand rail.a chiseled smile etched into his face. Johnny straightened his jacket on his shoulders easy enough. Moving over to the dancing girls he tapped one of Megan's friends on the shoulde he was mr. Delightful." mind if I ask your friend dance?" he asked her. Johnny reached out a hand to Megan his hand was covered in rings . a flashy guy used to flashing expensive things you could tell all of his clothing were expensive. He was a type of guy that was used to the Finer Things of life. Not that he took care of them when he had them.
as Johnny looked over Megan he could see us sort of Innocence to her. it'd be a shame to break that. To mold that into something ugly and vile like his own self. Johnny had a high opinion of himself but he also knew that he was an a******. he wanted to change he really did. But at the same time his reputation was important to him and that kept him in a unending Loop of bad choices and Foolish Pride.
Johnny didn't wait for her answer as he pulled her closer to him and spun her with a hand going above her head and pirouetting her on her toes. it wasn't even that kind of dance Little John's from the window to the walls was playing in the club. Johnny was treating it like a slow dance because he wanted to be close to her. somewhat smooth and somewhat awkward he transitioned into putting his hand around the back of her waist "im johnny." was all he said it was all he had to say that line usually workEd
Because people normally knew who Johnny was. but this wasn't about some booty call or some one night stand honestly more than anything most of his Affairs were not about the sex. It was about feeling connected to someone it was about feeling real. it was about having a doorway outside of the club and escaped from all of his responsibilities. And an escape from feeling like he was trapped in a Loveless relationship. the sex was a bonus of course. But it was never the number one thing. And though Johnny did not know the names of half of the women he had slept with for a single night they were there for him. For a single night they were all that mattered to. For a single night they wore the most important thing in the world and his eyes because they gave him his freedom. They gave him a reason to believe that he could change things.
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Post by johnny on Jun 6, 2019 0:12:30 GMT
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| Johnny looked around only to find that Lulu had 86'ed the place. He only looked a moment longer before turning his attentions back to the race at hand. Johnny was cheering and laughing, but his smile faded into a frown as Buster turned off the track towards the exit. Driving off with Bastina into the fucking metophorical sunset. That asshole was bailing on the party? Johnny stared with a vague hint of annoyance washing his face before he stuck his hands into the pockets of his jacket.
Fuck it. The party lives on. Johnny Rome hadn't always been this way. The party animal with no signs of stopping. In truth he was hiding a lot of shit. He wasn't the talk about your feelings type. When Johnny got upset he tried to pretend that he was happy until he felt that way. He usually felt that way 6 or 7 shots in and after a whole lot of drugs. Johnny Rome lived like a fucking rockstar. It was a wonder his organs hadn't failed him yet.
Running a hand through his hair Johnny pulled out his phone and texted William. ' You won the race. Congradu fuckin lations. Looks like everyone is bailing out. Going to The Diamond Room. Take the night off.' Send..... Johnny was visiblly pissed off for a few seconds as he stared at his phone, before it slipped back into his pocket. Then the smile washed over his face as he walked over to a convertable hot rod. Jumping over the door and slipping into the seat he sped off into the night.
Fuck Buster. Fuck William and Fuck Lulu if they wanted to bail on his party. William hadn't really bailed, but Johnny wasn't in the mood to party with someone who was so fucking serious all the time. It really took a lot of liquor and drugs to loosen William up, and he wasn't half as funny without Buster there to riff back and forth with him. No, if everyone was bailing Johnny was going out to look for a skirt. At least something soft and warm and loving would make him forget about his problems at home.
Johnny blammed Lulu for everything. The way things had been lately and the fact that she never wanted to do anything unless it had an expensive price tag or was made of exotic furs. She was so fucking high maintainence sometimes it made him want to scream, but he had spoiled her. He had turned her into that spoiled brat and now he could barely stand it. Johnny was the king of the gutter rats. He was used to living a more modest lifestyle and going out and buying clubs. Flying to Jamaica for an island getawy and all these lavish things.... It wasn't him man. He grew a taste for style and flash because of Lulu, but he came from an orphanage. He was used to struggling for everything he got and he didn't need much to be content.
Johnny found a bottle of rum under the seat and drank it as he drove. Turning the bottle up he sped through traffic and weaved in and out of cars without a care in the world. Honestly if he got in a wreck and died it would have been his easy ticket out.... But he was also showing off. Even with no eyes to watch him he couldn't help that part of himself. Living dangerous was more fun than anything he had tasted over the last few years and more so when he didn't give a dick about living or dying. This life just fucking sucked for him now. He didn't even try to hide the affairs anymore. Part of him wished Lulu would just kick him to the curb so he could move on without having to sack up and end it himself. Johnny cared that he was hurting her, he just couldn't stop himself. He was a selfish dick like that.
Johnny pulled up to the Diamond Room. Lulu's club of all places and pulled up to the curb. Ramping up the curb and taking out a red velvet roped partition pole. He left the car half parked on and off the curb. It wasn't his car. Taking the keys he threw them across the parking lot just to be a dick and straightened his leather jacket on his shoulders. The bottle of hooch still in his grasp. The bouncer looked annoyed but what the fuck was he going to do about it honestly. Johnny stumbled up to the door with only a slight wobble and most of his usual swagger intact. "Mr. Rome." The doorman said greeting him with a cold tone. "Door monkey...." Johnny replied back in a matter of factly way with a smirk and a wicked sarcasm. The door monkey with a clipboard opened the rope for Johnny and as he walked in Johnny looked back and saw a shy looking blonde standing outside in line.... "Let her and her friends in too." He said cooly.
Giving a nod to Megan he raised his bottle in salute and tipped it back once more and walked into the loud club. One of Megan's friends laughed. "Oh...My... God. What a badboy. And he's so hott!!!" She gushed. The doorman let Megan and her friends inside and Johnny aquainted himself with the VIP section. He just wanted a little quiet before he continued his night of debochery. He looked over at the bar tender who had noticed him come in. Even from across the club up in the VIP Sky box Johnny stood up and walked to the glass window. He snapped his fingers and pointed at the girls coming in and nodded his head.
As Megan and her friends came into the club the bartender got their attention. "WHAT WILL IT BE LADIES? ALL YOUR DRINKS TONIGHT OR COMPED COMPLIMENTS OF MR. ROME." He had to raise his voice to be heard over the music, but he had leaned over and said it right into Megan's ear. Pointing at the sky box so they knew who to thank later in the evening. Sadly this was something Johnny had done many times before. |
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Post by johnny on May 18, 2019 23:15:18 GMT
Johnny stood there smoking his cigarette as again he waited for Lulu to get ready. "Come on Luuu! We were supposed to leave ten minutes ago!" Johnny was excited. Tonight was a big fucking night. Celebrations were in order. Why? Because it was god damned Wednesday. Johnny didn't need a reason to party and have a good time. He was the wild man of the fools. The grounded glass ceiling that threatened to shatter all over town. The sky was the limit and the possibilities were endless. Johnny Rome was ready to pop. Rolling on his shoulder and sliding off the wall in one motion he pounded the door. "Don't care if your tits are out we're leaving now. Better bounce those babies in a bra and come on out. I'll start the car."
Johnny had told Lulu multiple times about her taking so long to get ready. He knew that the wait was always worth it, but tonight wasn't about looking glamerous. Tonight was about getting loose. He hadn't told her where they were going. The chances were good that she was going to over dress for the occasion. Truthfully they were going to the Detroit City Speedway. The place were drunk rednecks shouted at cars going in circles. Any other time it would have been idiotic, but Johnny Rome had an in with the owner. Not only did the guy owe the fools a favor a few broken knee caps on assholes who wouldn't pay the bookie.... Also Johnny had slipped him a little cash to make it all cool.
The drive wasn't very long and right on the money Lulu had gotten herself all dolled up. All dolled up to race on the track. He could see the subtle confusion in her face as the pulled up. "Relax baby. You know 8 shots into the night and we'll probably end up sky diving in Paris or some shit. It was true. He never knew where he was going to wake up after a night of drinking. Honestly it was kind of fun. He like a werewolf who transformed. Johnny Walker blue was his full moon and when he became an animal he did some really stupid shit. The last time he had got drunk and partied to hard he woke up in a donut shop lying behind the counter. Powered sugar all over his face and a pig cuddling in his cradled arms.
"We're going to get drunk and drive real fast. You'll love it." Johnny pulled up to the Speedway and got out of the car. Most of the fools had already showed up. "Alright you motherfuckers! Get ready to rock out with your cocks out, this parties going balls to the wall. Introducing first in the classic dale earnheart home depot painted piece of shit over there....." Someone handed Johnny a beer and he took a sip as he finished his introduction. "Benny.....Little dick Fleeeeeeeeeeeetfooooooooooooot!" Buster was in fact in a race car. It looked like nascar white trash heaven. with so many fucking logos and sponsorships on it it might as well have been an internet pop up add. Buster Gave Johnny a middle finger as he pulled up to the staring line with a beer in his hand too. "William get in your pussy little truck and go race buster come on." Johnny laughed.
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Post by johnny on May 13, 2019 0:09:10 GMT
x Johnny Rome NAME. Johnny Rome
NICKNAME. Spector
AGE. 27
MEMBER GROUP. mutant
GENDER. male
SEXUAL ORIENTATION.
POWER: Ghostly form
STRENGTHS:. Johnny can turn into a ghost. A version of himself that is completely able to phase through walls and turn into a smoke like substance. He can float and fly and he can possess objects like a teddy bear for example. Taking his spectral form inside the bear he could control it and move around it's body and though it's eyes are not designed to see and it's ears are not designed to hear he could see through it's eyes and hear with it's ears. Johnny can turn his body into ghostly form but he hasn't mastered astral projection. It's possible for him to separate his body from his soul and go ghostly form outside his body though he doesn't know that yet. Johnny only thinks he can turn his body into ghostly form and nothing more.
WEAKNESS: Johnny can pocess other people though he can not possess anyone who's will is too strong. They would force him out of his body instantly. Johnny can not stay inside an inanimate object for extended periods. If he stays within it too long he gets trapped inside it until the object is destroyed. Johnny can only ghost when he is awake. He can not change while asleep because it takes a conscious thought to control.
FACE CLAIM. Stephen James
HEIGHT. 6'0
WEIGHT. 224
IDENTIFYING FEATURES. Ghostly appearance
OVERALL. Johnny wears jeans and a leather jacket. He never takes off his leather jacket. Slick backed hair and heavily tattooed. Johnny is used to nice things. Expensive watches and expensive clothes.POSITIVE TRAITS. Smart, strong, confident, Leaderly
NEGATIVE TRAITS. Cocky, show off, ego driven, arrogent
OVERALL. Johnny is a cocky show off. He likes to be the center of attention. The more eyes on him the better. He looks good and he knows it. Johnny Rome is style and flash and more substance than you can handle. He is the king of the gutter rats. And he's one hell of a fool.
FATHER. ?
MOTHER. ?
SIBLINGS. Ricky Rome, Roy Walker (Adopted Brother)
OTHER FAMILY. The Fool's Dice Club
HOMETOWN. Detroit Michigan
OVERALL. Johnny Rome grew up in an orphanage. He never really remembered his parents. He was given away when he was too young. He had a little brother who went through the foster system too but they never knew much about each other. Barely aware that they even existed. Johnny met his best friend there. Roy Walker. They were brothers not by blood but by bond. Johnny lost contact with Roy over the years. Johnny created the Fool's Dice Club. With his queen Lulu by his side there was nothing Johnny Rome couldn't do.
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AGE. if you want
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