madeinoblivion: (Self-Assured)
Replica Riku ([personal profile] madeinoblivion) wrote in [community profile] sirenspull2012-04-25 04:26 pm

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[Joe is wearing a Portside Aces baseball cap, NV propped up on another greasy table in the Underground Mall's food court. There's the crinkle of fast food paper, the slurping noise of an oversized fountain drink, and milling-about sounds of a busy afternoon. The boy sighs glumly, unsure where to start. There's a lot of restless anger brewing in the piercing cyan of his eyes, but it's tempered down since his raging fits of last week. He seems tired, like he hasn't been getting the best sleep.]

One week we have a newcomer business convention, the next week newcomer businesses are burning down, and it feels like more and more people keep disappearing.

I really hate it, when it feel like everything's changing for the worst. Maybe they think they can keep us all down and playing by their rules when there's less of us.  [A lower sigh of resolve, then-]

But I  won't stop fighting.

It's really not fair these mall businesses always seem to be safe. (I mean, besides the big darkness breach that happened around this time last year, but-) Why are only some places left alone when they're not taking sides between AGI or SERO? Can somebody tell me that? The Underground Mall Clubs Association... how do you get in on something like that? Do you have to be a native with lots of munny?

[Joe reaches and tilts his NV so that it shows newest addition to the foodcourt behind him, a bustling counter service with a long line, thick hand-cut fries, and a round serving station filled with several dozen condiment pumps and bowls of relish. Sitting on his tray in front of him are five plastic cups of very different dipping sauces, ]


...and can somebody tell me why 'pomme frites' are so much more special than french fries that they're charging nine bucks for a paper cone?

[He sticks a fingertip in one of the cups in front of him, sampling a dollop with a casual shrug]
The sauces are pretty delicious to try, at least.

Poutine.... [he points at the gravy on his far right, then goes right down the line of red hot, yellow, green, speckled white-] "War Sauce", Sweet Mango Chutney, Wasabi-Lime Mayo, Parmesan Peppercorn. So much for plain ketchup!  (And this is just 5 of 42 they've got. It reminds me of ice cream flavors.)

[He shakes his head, giving a dry smile and a roll of his eyes.]

Everything's gotta be a good gimmick to be original, huh.
drinkthebleach: (Not impressed)

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[personal profile] drinkthebleach 2012-04-27 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
[An indignant puff of air through his nostrils.]

Fuck that shit.
drinkthebleach: (pic#2926896)

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[personal profile] drinkthebleach 2012-04-27 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
No band can get off the ground if the only record company in the whole fuckin' city is that basket of dildos.

That's messed up.
drinkthebleach: (They see my eyes rolling)

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[personal profile] drinkthebleach 2012-04-27 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
[Pickles leans back and seems to weigh this new information for a few seconds, before he settles on rolling his eyes.] Whatever. [It's not like he never had to work hard in his life, before.]

As soon as I get outta AGI, I'm startin' my own band. Even if I have to do everythin' myself. Those assholes can just go screw themselves and die.
drinkthebleach: (Caught at my absolute worst)

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[personal profile] drinkthebleach 2012-04-28 04:18 am (UTC)(link)





That part I'm not so sure about.
drinkthebleach: (Smart thinking)

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[personal profile] drinkthebleach 2012-04-29 02:26 am (UTC)(link)
That's a good question. I don't actually know.
drinkthebleach: (They see my eyes rolling)

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[personal profile] drinkthebleach 2012-04-29 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
That's too much like hidin'. Only sackless fuckin' dildos do that.
drinkthebleach: ((Immobile) Mother Douchebags)

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[personal profile] drinkthebleach 2012-04-30 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
S' a little more complicated than that, kid. Otherwise I woulda been out like, five million years ago. An' we wouldn't still be talkin' 'bout this.