jaguara: (montar mi cohete)
KING. ([personal profile] jaguara) wrote in [community profile] undergrounds2015-06-11 11:36 pm

i been thinkin bout bustin you

yo Hillingdon Clan where u at
Home sweet dump.

It's a weird concept, the whole roof over his head thing. Don't get him wrong, it's not like he's never crashed on someone's couch or slept in an abandoned building. Grimmjow may have spent most of his life on the move, but he's not that much of an animal. It's the whole...reoccurence of it all that gets him. For as long as the shifter has lived, he's never known a singular place he always crawled back to. His parents never owned a house, slept wherever they could find shelter, and Grimmjow had been bouncing around the world so long, there was no desire to ever find 'home'.

So, finding consistent shelter at the Hillingdon House throws him off. He keeps telling himself it's just because it's safe, out of the way of prying eyes and only shared by people of like mind. Plus, the clan ain't so bad. So maybe...

He wanders the grounds, in and out of animal form, the want to always be moving still great even here. Even though he pretty much knows the lay of the land by heart, it never hurts to review.

ota - it's friday night somewhere
Some people make friends by bumping into them on the sidewalk or meeting on the train, by making bullshit smalltalk, pretending they care about this-that-and-so-and-so. Grimmjow makes friends by bar-hopping. Instead of finding common interests and hobbies to talk about, Grimmjow buys a round for everyone at the bar and challenges others to drinking contests. He doesn't have to give a shit about the weather or local-sports-team. By the time he's drank enough, he's everybody's friend.

Until he's not, which is fine, too. The shifter never turns down a chance to puff his chest out.

Tonight's one of those nights. He needs the chance to blow off some steam, break down some barriers, maybe get in a fight or two. Who knows where he'll be by the end of it. For now, he starts off in Pub-Whats-Its-Name on Street-Somewhere and buys a round for everyone seated at the bar.

come at me bro
[DO WHATCHU FEEL IN UR HEART]
detectiveofthewest: (Heiji: excite)

OTA

[personal profile] detectiveofthewest 2015-06-12 02:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Heiji, for his part, raised his glass slightly in appreciation; there was some dark and honeyed liquid rolling about inside. "Someone's havin' a good day. Thanks!"

He was seated at one of the stools, one elbow propped up on the bar.
detectiveofthewest: (Heiji: just between you and me ♥)

[personal profile] detectiveofthewest 2015-06-14 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
Heiji laughed. "I guess it's true. Folks do take drinking pretty serious in London."

Was that the hint of a challenge? ...Maybe.

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[personal profile] crystalmethod 2015-06-12 04:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Trevor's high. Or in the after-throes of it. What really fascinates him about the meth scene in London is that it's completely different: the drug, anyway. Tastes different. Experiences different. He's been indulging whenever he can spare the time.

So when he notices a gigantic cat prowling around, he almost wonders if his shit was laced. That doesn't make any sense, at least not to a veteran of the stuff - but he hasn't seen a whole lot of wildlife around the city. Even with all the shapeshifters, he just hasn't been here long enough to start calling it when he sees a random animal weaving around the concrete jungle.

Trevor freezes at the jaguar. Just stares at it. Then he takes a slow step back, raising his hands. He doesn't actually have a gun on him - once again - and so he can't just shoot at the thing.

"Uh... nice kitty... trust me, I taste like a sewer. Noooo bueno."
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[personal profile] crystalmethod 2015-06-13 03:13 pm (UTC)(link)
There ain't a whole lot that's able to scare Trevor Philips. But when faced with the awe-inspiring forces of Mother Nature come to tear him to shreds, yeah. He's a little scared.

Anyway. Holy shit. The jaguar listened to him. Or at least seemed like it wasn't just going to jump him and rip his head off as revenge for all those coyotes he's shot in the past or something. Then again, cats were supposed to hate dogs, so...

He at least knows it's a bad idea to turn and run because that will spark up the predator drive, so Trevor just sort of copies it. Slowly sits down. What the fuck is he doing. "Yeeahh..." he continues, trying to sound all placating. "Just a couple of killers respecting each other's boundaries. Nothing to see here."

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OTA

[personal profile] jointheclub 2015-06-12 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, come now!" called out a strong voice from the other side of the pub. "Don't neglect those of us whose backs aren't good enough to sit on those stools all night? Not that I'm sure I could fit on one anyway, you know. Not enough room!"

Slughorn patted his ample belly, entirely in good humor. It might be a very normal and reasonable interaction if not for the fact that the old(ish) man was sitting in a plush and comfortable armchair, which not a single patron seemed to have noticed.
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[personal profile] jointheclub 2015-06-13 05:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, that's hardly sporting," the old witch huffed, sinking back into his chair. "You'll be old with a bad back someday too, you know. Now's the time to take care of others, so others will take care of you!"

This might be more plausible if Slughorn seemed less than hale and vital in any sense at all. Even for his apparent age, he seemed remarkably energetic despite his paunch and protestations.

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OTA

[personal profile] emotioneater 2015-06-15 06:57 am (UTC)(link)
"You're a true gem among men," Cooper praises. The teen sitting at the bar dressed in motorcycle leathers barely looks old enough to be in the bar. No matter. He's been steadily drinking beer all night long. He's an Irish stereotype and will proudly admit to that fact. Besides, it's going to take a lot more than this to get him drunk. His vampire healing takes care of too much of the buzz.
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[personal profile] emotioneater 2015-06-20 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course. There's always a catch. Cooper takes another swig of his beer before asking, "Like what?" He openly stares at the strange tattoos decorating the man's face, not bothering to hide his fascination with the giant jawbone. He'll never understand the trends that seem to go in and out of fashion with the current generation.

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titanocidal: (Vafþrúðnir: Mighty in Riddles)

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[personal profile] titanocidal 2015-06-15 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Eren's not partaking in the generously offered cheer. Alcohol does little for him, and he finds the ridiculous way it makes people act rather annoying. The only reason he's here tonight is because the pubs in this area have a strange habit of attracting supernatural types. And yes, by the smell of things, he's relatively sure he's found one. (Not that smelling anything other than human is a bad thing. Have you ever sniffed a human up close? Don't. They're gross.)

"You know," he starts, coming over to sit next to the shifter. "By the end of the night, most of them will be too drunk to even remember you. What's the point in wasting your money on 'em?"
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[personal profile] titanocidal 2015-06-18 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
Eren fights back the urge to roll his eyes at the completely original wow-he's-never-heard-THAT-one-before level insult. "Must be hard to make friends with a face like that," he says, tilting his head a bit to look at the stranger's tattoos from a different angle.

"Whatever your deal is, just don't get any funny ideas." And you know what? On second thought, maybe he will take up the offer for that free drink. He waves the bartender over and orders a cherry soda.

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eyeforaneye: ({I wanna run away})

Hillingdon Shounen Bash

[personal profile] eyeforaneye 2015-06-17 03:56 pm (UTC)(link)
For his own part Sasuke's taken the time to investigate every last rock in the vicinity of the aged compound, thorough to a fault when it comes to details even if he's unfathomably good at missing the big picture. Or maybe he's just spent too much time memorizing the board and not the players, familiar with the grounds but not the figure coincidentally approaching him on them.

'Figure' is about the only word he can use for this creature, after all.

"... Hey. What's your name?" Somehow this feels like the only appropriate response. Just. This is how to avoid a mauling, right?
eyeforaneye: ({who's stolen my first name})

do you often write Naruto/Bleach London crossovers

[personal profile] eyeforaneye 2015-06-18 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
...

Acknowledgement is the first step in the process of conversation, sure, but he has the audacity to cross his arms and display some disapproval. "I'm not overly familiar with shapeshifters, but assuming you have full control over yourself you have the ability to answer the question. If not I guess it's a vain attempt." He thinks to comment on his musculature but decides against it.

There's never a good enough reason to make a stranger haughty right off the bat.
entitles: (i've made my mistakes)

ota

[personal profile] entitles 2015-06-18 03:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm not sure you want to challenge me," Balem said, leaning back in his chair, "I can hold my drink quite well."

Sitting there wearing his freshly pressed suit and tie, Balem certainly didn't look like a heavy drinker. If anything, he seemed rather lightweight, but fae of his age and magical aptitude generally didn't get tipsy unless they really wanted to.
entitles: (tch)

[personal profile] entitles 2015-06-22 04:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"It has been quite a while since I've done anything of this sort," he said, and by 'a while' he meant 'probably a couple centuries'. He wasn't even terribly familiar with the alcohol of London, having last drank a poet under the table in Italy some time ago.

"But why not? It could be entertaining."