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citylogs2023-09-18 11:23 pm
wrenchedup) wrote in citylogs2023-09-18 11:23 pm
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September-October Catch All; light molotovs for the broken youth
WHO: Ranch Wrench (wrenchedup) & you?
WHAT: The never ending rollercoaster of Wrench and his himness.
WHERE: Everywhere!! why limit yourself
WHEN: sept-oct
WARNINGS: will be in headers
Glossary:
1. Wrench returns from the fog & is really sad
2. There's a menace on the streets and its an aging punk losing his absolute shit at some garbage cans
wrenchedup) & you?WHAT: The never ending rollercoaster of Wrench and his himness.
WHERE: Everywhere!! why limit yourself
WHEN: sept-oct
WARNINGS: will be in headers
Glossary:
1. Wrench returns from the fog & is really sad
2. There's a menace on the streets and its an aging punk losing his absolute shit at some garbage cans
OPEN {RETURN FROM THE FOG}
It didn't look like there was anything actually wrong with him, though. Not physically at least. Just blank. Blank enough that it took a couple of those fumbling steps for the LEDs to kick back in and blink awake and the neutral X's weren't what they showed. For one second the screen flashed red, glitched a bit, then settled on @ _ @
He got about halfway out into a street, not like there was really anything going on in said street and frankly didn't give a shit right now. Halfway out and just stopped, dropped to his knees, and fell over onto his back. Heavily inked tattoos covered the spiked mask for a moment and he screamed before flipping the bird to the sky. ]
Can't believe I'm still fucking here!
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It's not pleasant, by any stretch of the imagination. And the fellow's mask is an oddity. But all things considered, he can't blame the man. That's how he feels on a regular basis here, even if it's tucked neatly underneath a calm, neutral facade.
He sets his coffee neatly aside and rises to his feet. ]
...I can't say I disagree. [ He looks past Wrench, where he now knows the boundary of the city lies. Normally, he'd assume that he got turned around like Kim always does, but he's been here long enough that that can't be the case. He's got questions, but he's not sure if the man in front of him is in any state to address them. ]
Where the hell did you come from?
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Should contact Junpei, Wufei maybe, a couple of others. Names he was having a bit of difficulty remembering right now. The guy he made the Nort(tm) with. That tech person from a bit ago. Heine, see how that guy is. Figure out what he missed. Get back into the rhythm of what small amount of things he could do. ]
Huh? [ Quiet slightly modulated voice piped up when he realized someone was talking. Hang on a minute, let him. Get up. Harder than usual god damn he really needs to work on his core muscles. Jesus Christ. Alright, here he is. Sitting up, sort of. ] Oh, uh. Your guess is as good as mine, man.
[ Wrench sat up a little more, still in the middle of the street, and fumbled around for a pack of smokes. Please don't tell him he's out, please if there is a God (which there isn't)β oh, one more left. Thank fuck. How it... stays in the mask is anyone's guess. ] Usually when I wander past the border I just pop out the other end again but. Not this time, apparently.
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I once spent an entire day testing just that. [ He'd also had a very public temper tantrum. Compared to Wrench's, it was subdued, but for a man like Kim Kitsuragi, it was of the very same volume. ] I never got through to the other side.
[ To know that he could have is somehow equally as chilling as the idea that he couldn't. ]
What the hell did you see out there? [ Wrench looks bad off enough - well, his body language does; god knows what that whole mask affair is all about - that he feels inclined to silently take his own lighter out from his pocket and hold its flame to the tip of Wrench's cigarette, the tip glowing crimson in the dim evening light. ]
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Either way, she's present to watch Wrench come zombie-staggering out of apparently nowhere and to watch him kind of deflate angrily. And that's about the time she walks over to stare down at him. ]
I get that, but is here really the spot for that?
OPEN {ABSOLUTELY LOSING IT} cw: drug mention
His I'm sad and Nothing Else Matters(tm) phase kept coming and going. As did his overdrinking phases, as did his probably not good habits with OTC painkillers (big shrug emoji). Would absolutely murder someone's grandmother for a hit of acid but here we are. What's next in this fun rollercoaster of uselessness? It's anger, oh boy and anger was a favorite of his!!
So picture this. Here's this guy, he's about five foot nine or some such. Skinny lookin' little shit. About as crust as you can get. Smoking a cigarette (somehow???) and just walking, just chillin', when all of a sudden the rage hits. That kind of absolutely helpless and deeply depressed and anxious kind of rage. It just hits and very suddenly there's a garbage can (maybe on fire?) hurdling down the street because He Is Losing It.
Losing his fucking mind. Bench? Fuck that bench. Okay don't fuck that bench, bench is hard to kick in. Nevertheless, Wrench is out for violence. Violence upon this fucking City. ]
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There are some days when a person is just minding their own business, carrying a box of pastries, a bag with baking ingredients hanging off of one arm, only to find a large object coming in their direction. He's found it to be a more common occurrence here than elsewhere, but he has enough experience to be able to move out of the way. Then following it back to the source... Well, he's pretty sure the person doing the kicking is going to suffer more damage (and much more long term damage) than the self-repairing bench.
Not that he doesn't understand though. He understands just well enough to keep some distance. ]
... Excuse me.
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He could fix it back home, he could fix it. He knew the system. He had his crew. Here? Nothing. So. So there he was. Just absolutely losing it. Until someone spoke up and those bright LED X's blinked into !'s for a few seconds. A modulated voice piped up. Body language quite animated to make up for the lack of facial features. ] Oh, shit. Didn't see youβ nothing hit you, did it?
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No, I saw it coming in time... I'm quickly getting used to dodging objects here. The only thing that was damaged was a building.
[ His tone suggests he's not too concerned about that, nor has he taken any offense. The mask is a curious choice, but he's not so rude as to stare, instead inspecting him with concern... And perhaps just a bit of relief that he doesn't seem to be in the group of people here who would just blow up a building or something, probably hoping people are in it, because they spilled their coffee.
Add him to the list of people who want to get the Hell out of Dodge and away from half the people in it... But anyway, that's not the problem here. ]
Rather... You're going to hurt yourself more than the city if you keep that up.
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It's right up there with blood and death, as far as familiar scents go. He ends up following it to its source to find an upturned garbage can and smoldering trash strewn across the street. Curiosity wins out, taking him toward the culprit who's now having it out with a park bench.
Because it's that guy who helped him get back on his feet that one time, who watched over him for the better part of a night. Scaramouche still doesn't know what to make of what happened. Was it scientific interest, or did the man see a chance at potential new parts and took it?
Scaramouche stops nearby; he makes sure to give the guy enough space to keep doing whatever it is he's doing without getting himself caught in the crossfire. There's a pause in all the kicking.]
Bad day, babe?
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Damn if he didn't really try to make some decent damage to this stupid fucking city but after a small moment, inked fingers gripped the metal edges and he squatted down in momentary defeat. His heart was going about a thousand beats per minute. Cold wash of doom that he'd felt before amidst the adrenaline that kept him going during all those Probably Should Have Died moments he had back home. Only problem was there was no moments like that here, no bigger purpose, fucking nothing.
Just dread.
X's blinked whenβ ] Oh, hey. Uh. [ It was the robot guy. Aw. He loves robots. He misses junior. And he called him babe. Way to make his day, Scaramouche. ] Yeaaah... you could say that.
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[He smiles, amused, glowing optics not leaving the man's masked face. To think it used to unnerve him. (Waking up in a strange place and that's the first thing you see? You'd be unnerved too.)]
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of course Reno had seen the guy coming from a block and a half away, but he hadn't expected the flying garbage can, and that has him sitting back with an impressed whistle, watching as the can rolls down the street in a noisy series of metallic clangs. ]
Holy fuck, you got some distance on that. [ he applauds approvingly, then holds up nine fingers as if he's scoring the event. ] Nine outta ten. Just needed a little more boom at the end.
[ and the thing is: Reno gets it. fuck, does he ever get it, the kind of rage that comes over a person that could prompt them to light a trash receptacle on fire and fling it down the street. he usually takes his out in even more self-destructive ways, but he definitely gets it. ]
You good? [ it's a dumb question, because the guy is pretty evidently not good, but in Reno's experience asking dumb questions aloud is a good way to get people talking. ]
(frozen comment) PROBABLY CLOSED {OH LOOK ITS THE CONSEQUENCES OF MY ACTIONS}