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[likewhatilike]

Who| Mickey Milkovich, OPEN
What| Oh god is someone not happy about being here
Where| Lounge, Training Center
When| Sunday evening
Warnings/Notes| swearing and anger issues


Lounge
Mickey is cleaner now than he probably has been in months. The anger from being grabbed and scrubbed clean still hasn't abated and, really, he's driving himself crazy. This all seems way too complicated to be something his father cooked up for punishment and Mickey thinks he's been punished enough but who knows when Terry will leave him be, if ever. But this place is driving him mad, everything is too shiny and new and clean. He doesn't need to look out the window to figure out that he's not in Chicago anymore, not even Northside, this is some place much nicer. He hates it.

He automatically cases the place, locating doors and windows, figuring out exit strategies or what piece of furniture would be best to duck behind if a gun fight broke out. And damn does he feel naked without a gun and knife somewhere on his person. He's not defenseless, god no, he fight just as well with his hands but it's nothing like the security of a gun.

The best he can do is find something heavy to hold on to, blunt force trauma would work just as well as a gunshot when everything was said and done. He doesn't know what it is he picked up, some stone thing probably worth more than his life, but it'll do.

He makes his way out of the room slowly and finds himself in some sort of lounge. There are other people mulling around and instead of jumping in and causing a scene like he would usually do he decides to side step in, lean against the wall, and watch.

He wipes his thumb against his bottom lip, a cigarette would be great right about now.


Training Center
Eventually he makes his way to the training center. After a quick look around where he realizes there are no guns around for him to nick he heads towards the knives. He picks one up and feels its weight in his hand, it's not the type of knife he usually keeps on him but it'll do just fine. As a test he throws the knife at one of the set targets, it doesn't hit where he wants it to. With that placement it would slow down and enemy but not kill, the target wasn't even fucking moving. That wouldn't do.

He picks up another knife and tries again.

Comments

[amourtician]

Jay's just entering the lounge when he spots Mickey. Aha. An unfamiliar face. A rather unpleasant one, too. Jay's in a bad mood, having spent the previous night trying to find a comfortable place to fall asleep in, once his bed proved to be inadequate for such purposes, and he feels like taking it out on someone. Someone he doesn't know, preferably, so he doesn't accidentally blow up at the Initiate and end up with a horn through a sensitive and life-critical part of his anatomy.

"Lost someone, darling?" he calls out to Mickey and sneers.

[likewhatilike]

Mickey immediately stiffens.

"What the fuck did you just call me," has asks angrily as he grits his teeth. Because seriously, fuck you, who are you to call him anything let alone darling? You're lucky he doesn't just attack first and ask questions later never.

[amourtician]

Jay smiles, faux-coquettishly.

"Darling," he purrs. "It's just a verbal tic, no need to take it so personally."

He looks Mickey once over and pulls an exaggeratedly disgusted face. "I mean, forgive me, but if you think I was implying anything, you've got a bigger head than I can help you with."

[likewhatilike]

"Call me that again and see what happens to your face," he sneers at Jay ignoring anything about implications.

Man, if Jay ever stepped foot near where Mickey lived he would be attacked. He's lucky that Mickey doesn't just jump him right now and get it over with.

[amourtician]

Jay throws back his head and laughs.

"Typical," he says. "Typical, darling! Are you worried I'll puncture your macho façade?"

I'm just going to apologize for his language

[likewhatilike]

Mickey grinds his teeth together, trying really hard to keep his cool. Attacking someone this early on wouldn't do him any favors. At least back home he knew who was allied with who, knew who not to fuck with. Here he was on his own, he couldn't assume this asshole didn't have any allies.

"What did I just fucking say! You fucking fag!"

Re: I'm just going to apologize for his language

[amourtician]

Jay starts laughing even harder. He's never been particularly affected by slurs (given that no language he speaks has neutral terms for what he is, let alone positive) and Mickey's outrage is just too delicious.

"What, are you scared I'll infect you? Dearest?"

[likewhatilike]

You mean there are neutral or positive terms in English? Mickey sure doesn't know them, the connotations of being gay are terrible enough as it is.

"Yeah fuck you, I ain't afraid of shit," he spits out, tightening his grip on the stone thing he picked up earlier and cracking the knuckles on his other hand. Mickey has "FUCK U-UP" tattooed across his knuckles for good reason.

[amourtician]

Jay giggles, covering his mouth, delicately.

"Darling, if you act on your base urges right now, you'll get both of us into awful trouble. You'll have to wait to kill me until we're both in the Arena, I'm afraid!"

[likewhatilike]

Don't talk about his fucking base urges. You know what, just don't talk to him at all because his biggest urge right now is to strangle Jay, and he's never been that good at quashing his urges.

"Who's gonna stop me?"

[amourtician]

"The Peacekeepers, dearest," Jay says. "I could call them right now. Tell them you've been threatening me. What are you going to say? That I provoked you by being an invert at you? Hah!"

He grins, but does take a step back.

[likewhatilike]

"Fuck the Peacekeepers, I got no problem givin you a beat down," he sneers.

[amourtician]

Jay takes another step back, suddenly realising he kicked a wasps's nest. Sadly, his inherent cockiness takes over before he can come up with a way to extricate himself from the situation unscathed.

"Just try me, darling," he says. "Just try me."

[likewhatilike]

He bites his lip and looks around. He doesn't know enough about this place to know the consequences of his actions. Sure he was used to running from the police and hiding out for a bit but he doesn't know the area or the law, doesn't know the police force by name and they don't just sigh and go Milkovich again.

Mickey clenches his fists and takes a deep breath, he was never good at squashing his anger.

He punches the wall instead, the pain made him much calmer than anything else would.

[amourtician]

Jay squeals and takes an involuntary step back. The wall may be inanimate and uncaring, but he's shaken.

"Right, d-darling," he stutters. "You, ah. Work your anger issues out on innocent architecture. I'm ... I'm ... I'm off."

He turns on his heel and hurries out of the Training Centre, without a single look back. His heart is thumping in his chest. That was unfortunately close.