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Sean looked slightly alarmed to see Funk return back over to him instead of running out the door. He felt his thumb move across the bruise and tried to turn away, but that must have been a pet peeve of Funk's because he turned his chin back to look at him. That was a weakness, looking into Funk's eyes it was hard to say no and he didn't fully know why. Sean didn't know what to say to Funk that would be reassuring, he did lose every bit of his optimism. He had a crush on Funk, but it wouldn't work out. But sure enough Funk was dragging him to the door and Sean watched with wide eyes realizing that Funk was already deciding for him that he was leaving the Regime. Sean turned to look at Funk speechless, wanting to argue and time was ticking by the second and he wanted to tell him definitely no. This was everything he knew, also dozens of luxury benefits for living here that to him outweighed the Regime's controlling nature. But every time he tried to find Funk's gaze he found it harder to say no until he could anymore and the button was pressed. His hand tightened around Funk, they were really going to do this...
Once the door opened Sean immediately led the way, but wasn't quick, instead taking his time to navigate which halls were empty and carefully leading Funk out without a hitch, but the longer they wandered the faster he moved knowing that the cameras would catch up with them. The place seemed like a maze, but Sean navigated it like it was the halls of his own house until he brought them out through the exit and into the surface territory. Before they could move further Sean held Funk back from leaving, "Hey, the night of our fight you said the winner gets whatever they want, that's you. I was always going to get you out of there and I did. Does this moment mean the whatever you want is me?" He smirked, probably thinking of himself as being pretty special.
Post by strawberrycupid on Feb 19, 2020 1:43:36 GMT -5
(ed sheeran was on the radio so blame him for this)
Did he see the future in those eyes?
They say the best way to get someone to trust you is to look them in the eyes. To appear the most honest. Course, he was an ace at it when it came to lying. But even Funk had his own challenges with that. Too many times, he let his gaze fall. Out of nerves, out of self-preservation, out of cruelty. There were a million reasons, he couldn't be bothered to remember them all. For as much as he hated letting something go, he kept doing it. Those opportunities were all gone. Sliding through his fingers like sand, he was trapped in the hourglass. Now he found himself gripping onto this single grain as hard as he could. It made every muscle in his body cramp, a consuming focus that made the edges of his vision bleed black. Even if Funk was asked why, he couldn't give an answer. What did he see in Sean? What did that gaze tell him? It was... It definitely was...
Funk wanted to charge ahead, just to run to get this excess energy out. Play the frantic escape like it was supposed to. Least in all the movies. Now he kept up with Sean's pace easily, occasionally having to be reigned in by their locked hands. Every hallway looked the same, even the people walking it looked the same. Like it was just a maze of mirrors. He hated the way he looked in them.
He had to be pulled back yet again when the door in front of them was closed. It looked like they were right there, not that Funk knew one way or the other. The outside was right there, or that was what he wanted to be beyond that door. Not a jail or anything like that. But Sean wouldn't do that... right? Some part of him shook with that fear, but Funk couldn't let it grip him. If he was going to insist on being trusted, he needed to trust. Oof, well, it took a little for Sean's words to sink in. Funk was lost in those eyes. That smirking cheek was begging to be pulled, but he resisted. Bringing their held hands up, he gently kissed the back of Sean's knuckles. "You just figurin' that out, Sean Eerie?" That's what it was, that's why he said with so much certainty and a little tease. Funk gently let go of his hand though, glancing down at them briefly before meeting Sean's gaze again. "I'll give you one last opportunity to walk away. 'Cause the instant we walk out of this place together, I'm never letting you go." And it was scary, but Funk kept the gaze. His eyes begged for a yes yet pleaded for a no.
Sean looked back and suddenly the Regime didn't glitter like gold and it was strange, nothing about the Regime had changed, but its value to him had faded. Every time he analyzed the situation he knew running off with Funk was one of the most stupid ideas he could go through with for countless of good reasons. Yet every one of those reasons didn't seem to matter in this moment, everything except Funk was an after thought and instead of finding it intimidating he found it to feel right. He had time to think for a few days and come to grips with the realization that he loved Funk. It was stupid, reckless, and had a million flaws, but that was how he knew it was real. You couldn't fall in love if you weren't a bit stupid about it. He didn't want to fall in love with someone because that was the smart person to spend his life with, he wanted to take a risk on someone he loved despite their many flaws. If he could do that then the love was true. This was a great risk, it wasn't even like they knew each other for long, or if anything would click or last, but in this fragile moment he knew he would never forgive himself if he walked back now. He couldn't live with that what if.
"That's okay," Sean said, meeting Funk's eyes this time, "I'm yours from here on out." He had never looked more confident than in this moment, it felt appropriate to kiss Funk, but then they were really throwing caution to the wind standing in front of the exit door that people frequently came in and out of. "We should get out of here and go back to my place, mainly because I'm willing to abandon the Regime for you, but I will never abandon Snowy for you," Sean laughed, although secretly he also had to at least tag a bunch of stuff at his home. If he was really moving out of the Regime he was not leaving his wardrobe behind even if it would be charity for the drab outfits so many Regime members wore.
Post by strawberrycupid on Feb 19, 2020 17:44:52 GMT -5
It was a stupid idea. Possibly the stupidest. There were too many unknowns. Like how would his staff react to Sean? And how would the Regime try to get him back? They were already mad at him for killing Timmy, even if he was asking for it. So who knows what they were going to do now. It was why he had thrown away the idea of skipping the League and joining the Regime to join Sean. Either he'd die on his way or die when he got here. At least with the League, they had a vague idea of the horrible plan Funk came up with. It was obvious, far too obvious. 'Specially the night he met someone at the bar.
~FLASHBACK~
Since he got back, he had been running himself ragged. Funk couldn't believe how much work piled up after only being gone for a day. It was all brainless, the kind of brainless where he couldn't remember what the papers said. He kept getting sucked back into his thoughts, signing and dating some blindly. That whole day kept replaying in his mind. That record had a few scratches, but whenever he found himself sick of it, he couldn't stop it. It kept turning by itself. Soon as it ended, the needle went back to the beginning to start again. And sure, he always looked tired. But there was something worse in it. Even Senescence offered to help but looked at a paper before giving up and tearing it into bits. He pinched the bridge of his nose at the thought but it said something that she even offered. Something was horribly wrong. So Funk did what he always did when things went wrong, get a drink at a local bar. The kind of place that paid the League for protection from rogues, the kind that he would argue had the best beer in the city. Today, was a harder day though. And that required harder drinks. Couple shots of rum topped off with some ginger beer, and he was feeling it. Not that the music stopped.
Standing behind him was Nikko who sat down next to him at the bar. His dead blue gaze staring right through Funk, "It's not like I expected better of you, but I'm still allowed to hold a grudge about it. I freed you and my hits are still alive too. It's pure suffering."
It was unclear how Nikko got to the bar, maybe through a fake ID, maybe because no one at this establishment cared about universal laws, but he did order a kiddy cocktail.
"So, are you here because of pure suffering too, I don't see your punching bag around," He said, sitting cross legged.
Post by strawberrycupid on Mar 9, 2020 0:20:33 GMT -5
He almost didn't even hear that voice, the record playing in his mind. It slowed as he turned, his mind feeling like it was sloshing around in his skull, "Hey, it's Nikko." Funk already had low inhibitions, alcohol only lowered them more as he casually ran a hand through the other's hair. He didn't even question how Nikko got in here, he really didn't care. The typical drunk light blush crossed his face, and he waved a hand in front of his face.
"Yeah, yeah. I hear ya. Gimme their names and I'll take care of it. I still owe you." He was a sleaze, but at least he tended to pay back his debts. Even if it involved doing a hit for a kid. Well, those were the best to be honest. Eyes darkening some as his glass was refilled, he took another drink. Not even tasting it this time.
Pure suffering? Was he here because of it? "Well, yeah I guess." He tapped his foot on the ground at the mention of the punching bag, of Sean. The speaker got closer. "God, don't mention him. It's cause of him I'm down here." The bartender knew him, though it was only because of another job. He didn't drink much, it only made this uneasiness rise more in his stomach.
Nikko's neutral expression turned sour and unforgiving as Funk brushed his fingers through his hair, but tolerated it. "Yeah well it's because of you that I got beat all night long so I would better hope that you'll get the job done after all that. I'd ask you to take care of it now, but considering your state I won't bother even asking, I want the job to be clean and done right, not sloppy. I suppose it's in my best interest to assist you though so you can stop coming here and do the job. What did the guy do to you to make you come here?"
When he got his drink he took a sip and looked back at Funk expectantly for an answer. Although Nikko said he was beaten all night as far as Funk could tell he looked fine, but then he also wore jeans and long sleeves so really all that could be detected was his bruised neck and hands and face which were not damaged.
Post by strawberrycupid on Mar 11, 2020 14:16:12 GMT -5
Funk brushed the hand against his pants before taking another swig of his beer. He'd almost feel bad for Nikko, til his current state was mentioned and all he could do was hang his head. He knew it was obvious, but still. Fiddling with the rim of the cup, he found the bottles lined up behind the bar far more interesting than Nikko. "God, I gotta actually talk about this..."
Normally, he just kicked and buried his feelings till they stopped squirming, stopped bugging him. Opening up, being honest, not his kinda thing. The alcohol helped coax them out though. "Gee, wish he did something... okay, he made me have a mental breakdown. Which was not sexy at all, but then he got me out of it. And that's just weird. Normally, I just drink a bottle of wine till I forget what made me upset. Then I swiped his key and made him kiss me to get it back. As I do. Damn, no wonder everyone calls me a slut. Don't be like me, okay." He was definitely rambling, hand considering tapping him on the shoulder but instead ended up on the table. "Anyway, forget that. Point is, that day has been repeating in my head nonstop. Even when I sleep, I dream about it. Innocentia even let me stab a dude to try and help me feel better, and it did nothing! Not even his pained expression. And I love stabbing people."
Nikko scrunched his nose at the mention that having a mental break down wasn't sexy. Why did Funk need to mention that? Were there times where was sexy? He supposed if someone was angry and hit things that maybe it could come off hot? But was probably an early sign of someone need anger management more than anything. But the more he listened to Funk the more he realized the guy had a lot of unhealthy habits. "You made him kiss you?" He asked in a brief moment of surprise before returning back to his neutral expression. His expression softened as he looked away from Funk and then back at him a few times before speaking, "It just sounds like you need some closure. Nostalgia makes everything seem better than it was, if you confront him again you'll be able to see he's not as cool as you last remembered him. All you need to do is talk to him and when you walk away you'll feel cured. And when you feel cured you'll do the job that you owe me."
Post by strawberrycupid on Mar 13, 2020 17:08:20 GMT -5
In some messed up fanfiction, it was pretty sexy. Which is what the last couple of days felt like. A bad fanfiction. Funk took another drink, not even noticing the new filled glass next to his now empty one. "Yeah well. I stole this thing I wanted from him. And once I get an idea in my head, I gotta do it." He shrugged, placing the glass down. Expression scrunching, he had no idea how Nikko got that out of his schpeal. Closure would be nice. But nostalgia...
"It's not that I think the day was particularly great or anything. In all seriousness, it was pretty bad. But it keeps repeating in my mind, that's what gets me. And I can't get his stupid face out of my mind. Maybe you're right. Maybe if I gave him a shiner, it wouldn't be as cute." That was a lie, he knew he'd like it. Not as cool. Sean had a hamster and wore ugly clothes for fun, he already wasn't very cool. "I should talk to him again either way... then another beer and I'll be good." Even if he said it, what he was used to, he didn't sound very convinced.
"Uh yeah, okay, whatever gets you out of here and capable of doing your task, sure," Nikko said honestly taking a sip of his non alcoholic beverage. He hopped off the stool, "Good luck with whatever this is." He took out a napkin and wrote his numbers marking it with the name Nikko in all caps so if Funk woke up drunk the next day he wouldn't assume he got a cute girls number. "When you're back on your feet, call me. Do you understand? Call me." He repeated before walking away from Funk.
Post by strawberrycupid on Mar 17, 2020 1:15:03 GMT -5
The drunk Funk could only watch the conversation dissipate. He almost expected more out of it. Not that he should have expected much when Nikko came in through those double doors. He was a serious minded kid that the Nemesis couldn't really jive with. And now he was stuck with the simple task of confronting Sean again. The thought of going to the Regime again made his inebriated stomach turn, and the next drink did little to settle it. Still, it might have been better than waiting for the phonograph to die. As Nikko's steps echoed into his ears, Funk pulled a section of hair and twirled it through his fingers. "Some help you were. Can I get the bill, Graham?" His hand separated from his hair as warm brown eyes met him.
"I take it you're not paying for him." The bartender laughed, walking over to Funk and taking the glasses. Pouring the contents out, worn fingers and a rag began to clean them. He held back the sudden need to spit.
"No. Little punk ass already asking for too much." Funk's gaze couldn't stay straight, sloshing around until something caught it. Unconsciously, he reached over the bar. Graham didn't even flinch when the Nemesis fished a coffin nail out of his front pocket. He was used to it, setting down the glass as Funk held it out to him.
"Fair enough." Graham hummed, flipping open the lighter and holding it to the end. As the flame licked the metal clean, he spoke up again. "Though you seemed to answer you're own question today." Funk didn't flinch, absentmindedly watching the last embers dance in the cool air before Graham shut the lighter. Sticking the cool end between his teeth, he took a deep breath and sighed. At that part where they fell down the stairs, when Sean clung to him so tightly he couldn't breathe, he closed his eyes.
"Really think so, huh?"
~~whoop whoop we back to present times~~
And he was here. Confronting him. Feeling that music die down in his mind. Funk couldn't help but feel relieved when Sean said that. His from here on out. The Nemesis couldn't help but think back to that night. It made his fingers itch.
"I didn't expect you to. Just grab what you can and we can steal the rest later." He said it so easily, like he could just snap and it would all be done. That was the kind of confidence, maybe even hope, Funk held as he grabbed onto the doorhandle.
-- meanwhile? --
"Doesn't that look suspicious to you, person I'm walking with?" While Lorelei had spent her time pouting and staring at the clouds, waiting for them to turn into something entertaining, now she was pointing at an outcropped shed. Compared to the rest of the neighborhood, it was unnaturally clean, the paint not even chipped on it. Instinctively, she pulled the strap down, bringing her weapon closer. "I just can't trust anything that disinfected, you know."
A flash of doubt crossed Sean's gaze, "Yeah," He said with uncertainty, but his smile genuine, "I'm pretty sure they'll take it before we get the chance to go back. Unless they really want me for some reason and leave it as a trap, although other than my extra lives I'm not really sure what my importance would be to them so I'm sure it'll all be gone. It'll be alright though," He said, partly to convince himself, he was very in love with all of his things, but Snowy was the most important. That and his rock collection of course, the Regime could never have those. He wanted to be buried with his rock collection. "Alright, let's take the back roads. We're on the surface so we should be good, we just need to be wary of anyone coming up from ground entrances," He said leading the way once more.
"They used to be our neighbors until they moved out. Personally I find the Regime to be too nosy and up in everyone's business," Innocentia said, kicking a rock. If you closed your eyes she would be a child, British accent, with a cute darling tone and opening them that's exactly what you got. Innocentia's hair was short, wavy platinum blond tied up in double bun pigtails. The roots of her hair were covered in glitter and wore her makeup in fairy kei theme. Her nails are manicured in a decoden style and she wore a pink ribbon choker with a golden bell at the front like something a kitten would wear. For her top was a pastel pink sweater with a white collar shirt underneath and a grey knife pleated skirt accompanied with toffee brown elbow patches. Along her legs were white sweater tights descending down her legs and stopped at her grey flats.