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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

[likewhatilike]

Mickey picks up another knife, not bothering to spare a look at the person who just insulted him. He throws it at the same target, his aim is better but still it wouldn't do enough damage to kill. If anything it would slow down his enemy but give them a weapon, and that's exactly why he hates throwing knives. If a bullet just grazes your leg you can't throw it back and kill your attacker.

He licks his lips, "you better work on your fucking lisp if you don't want to be beaten up." Because really, he's beaten up kids for much less.

[xanthous]

"Fighting ithn't allowed in the Capitol," he says with a chirp. An actual chirp, too. He waves a hand, wrapping rope around it as he unties his knots. "And I've already killed mythelf, tho violenthe ithn't much of a threat."

He's also pretty sure the human can't hurt him that badly anyways. The species seems much weaker than trolls.

[likewhatilike]

"Musta been a crap suicide attempt if you're still here," Mickey snorts out before actually looking his way.

"Jesus fucking Christ what the hell are you?!" He doesn't sound that startled, or even afraid, he's mostly incredulous because really what the fuck is wrong with this place where going around looking like that is deemed perfectly acceptable, "someone must really hate you."

If his grip on the knife is a bit tighter, no one needs to know.

[xanthous]

"I wathn't brought back becauthe I wanted to be."

He can't say that's the first time he's been reacted to like that. He's definitely one of the more inhuman trolls, what with his multiple sets of horns and solid eyes. He's also the only one with visible fangs, so...that on top of him being skin and bones definitely makes him look creepier than all get out. "I'm a troll, idiot." He looks unimpressed with Mickey as a whole. "I wath jutht hatched thith way."

[likewhatilike]

"Yeah that's usually how it goes, some fucker calls it in and the only thing that's changed is everyone thinks you're a basket case."

Mickey raises an eyebrow. When he thinks of trolls he thinks of those stupid dolls with the hair that his sister had when she was little. He hated them just because she liked them.

"Hair is a bit short for a troll," he says noncommittally, "and hatched? You a fucking animal or some shit?"

[xanthous]

"I'm...afraid that'th not how it workth. Not here."

He definitely sounds bitter, but he's not going to talk about his problems with this kid. Because, well, he doesn't like him very much.

"I'm obviouthly not a human like you."

[likewhatilike]

"Sure, you're an alien. It's not like a give a fuck."

And to Mickey the topic of Psiioniic's species is more or less over. So what if he looks like a freak and talks like a moron, he'll still be an enemy in the end.

"Could have chosen a better fucking planet, that's for sure."

[xanthous]

He sighs, his breath whistling through his fangs. Humans were irritating. He hates this species so much.

"I didn't choothe to come here. I'm thure you didn't choothe thith plathe, either!"

[likewhatilike]

If it makes him feel any better Mickey hates the vast majority of the species as well. Seriously, there are like two people he gives a fuck about and, spoilers, he's not one of them."

"I'm not nearly high enough for this," he mutters to himself.

[xanthous]

If only the two of them weren't insufferable enough to bond. If only.

"High? What doeth that even mean?" It's not generally a good idea to mutter around a species with advanced senses, Mickey.

[likewhatilike]

Hate-bond, totally a thing, brought together by mutual distaste of each other.

"Drugs asshole, I need some weed or some shit. All the free booze in the world here but god forbid I want some fucking pot."

[xanthous]

Mutual distaste of the world, too.

"Right, thoundth like a lot of human bullthhit you're thpewing in my direction. That maketh no thenthe."

[likewhatilike]

"Not exactly thrilled by your alien bullshit either, what the fuck do you even want from me?"

[xanthous]

"I can't thay that I want anything from you." Which is true, he doesn't want anything right now. "There'th nothing you can provide for me, either."

[likewhatilike]

He opens his mouth to say that there's plenty he can provide but really he shouldn't be sort of propositioning some fucking alien that he just met. It hasn't been that long since he'd last gotten laid, fuck.

"Then fuck off, why are you still here?"

[xanthous]

It's alright. Not everyone can resist his bony everything and charm.

"I'm bored. There'th not much to do here bethideth deal with your humanth." Who are all twenty different kinds of annoying, but he can't really just become a hermit.