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undergrounds2016-12-23 02:16 pm
injectablefame) wrote in undergrounds2016-12-23 02:16 pm
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[OPEN] How to annoy friends and influence no one
Ice Skating
Party's hardly the most athletic or coordinated guy he knows, but he's not afraid of a few bruises in the name of a good time and that's what brings him to Hyde Park Winter Wonderland with a pair of rented skates and the future promise of hot chocolate to stave off the cold once he's sick of falling on the ice. He's bundled up in so many mismatched, ratty layers of clothing that it's not even clear what he's shaped like underneath as he laces up his skates and wobbles his way onto the ice.
Sure, he's done this a few times, but he's never really mastered it and it's been a few years since his last attempt. Southern California isn't exactly Ice Rink Central.
Without much though or care, he pushes off the edge, manages to move for about half a minute and then slips and lands on his ass, but he doesn't wait long to pick himself back up and try again. After a few false starts, he manages to get himself pretty far into the rink before he slams right into someone else.
"Sorry... fuck!" He slips around on his hands and knees on the ice, trying to get himself back up as his bright yellow mittens slipping on the ice.
Christmas at the Charles Dickens Museum
In a moment of what even Party can admit is a pretty severe hangover, he manages to get a little mopey about his first Christmas away from his family. With no safe way to contact them, he finds himself looking for things that might actually evoke a little old school sentimentality in him. That's how he finds himself at the Christmas exhibit at the Charles Dickens Museum, though loud noises have him wincing and he's quick to keep away from people. He's definitely not tearing up just a little at the sight of a tree with fake little presents under it, because that would be pathetic and not particularly in line with the tough wolf image that he thinks he's cultivating.
Marking Territory
Recovering from a short bought of sentimentality, Party falls easily into his usual habits of baiting people and painting on things that aren't his to paint. As Islington's territory keeps slowly encroaching on East End Pack's, Party takes on the responsibility of making sure that they know it's at an end.
All along the current border between their territories, Party's started to make up allies and trash cans and old signs with spray painted stencil art of wolves. They're simple and fast to get up, but they should get the point across. If Islington comes any further, they'll be dealing with wolves on everything. He even throws a few Santa hats onto the more visible wolves for good measure. Merry Fuckin' Christmas.
Warehouse Partying Party (TW: drugs)
Being at a warehouse party is hardly out of place for Party Poison. In fact, getting supremely fucked up at these things is basically his favorite hobby after painting and he's arguably great at both. By the time he's inside, he's already loose and sloppy in all the familiar ways, ready to dance with anyone around him, all tactile affection and easy laughter.
It only builds the longer he's there, wrapping an arm around anyone within reach and letting himself get entirely carried away. He's not exactly on the prowl, but he's definitely open for business if anyone shows interest. These things are about a good time for him and he's determined to have one.
Even on his long walk home, he's still stumbling and giggling as he gets turned around a few times and stops to pee in a quiet ally. It's a good night to be relatively free of responsibility or care.
Party's hardly the most athletic or coordinated guy he knows, but he's not afraid of a few bruises in the name of a good time and that's what brings him to Hyde Park Winter Wonderland with a pair of rented skates and the future promise of hot chocolate to stave off the cold once he's sick of falling on the ice. He's bundled up in so many mismatched, ratty layers of clothing that it's not even clear what he's shaped like underneath as he laces up his skates and wobbles his way onto the ice.
Sure, he's done this a few times, but he's never really mastered it and it's been a few years since his last attempt. Southern California isn't exactly Ice Rink Central.
Without much though or care, he pushes off the edge, manages to move for about half a minute and then slips and lands on his ass, but he doesn't wait long to pick himself back up and try again. After a few false starts, he manages to get himself pretty far into the rink before he slams right into someone else.
"Sorry... fuck!" He slips around on his hands and knees on the ice, trying to get himself back up as his bright yellow mittens slipping on the ice.
Christmas at the Charles Dickens Museum
In a moment of what even Party can admit is a pretty severe hangover, he manages to get a little mopey about his first Christmas away from his family. With no safe way to contact them, he finds himself looking for things that might actually evoke a little old school sentimentality in him. That's how he finds himself at the Christmas exhibit at the Charles Dickens Museum, though loud noises have him wincing and he's quick to keep away from people. He's definitely not tearing up just a little at the sight of a tree with fake little presents under it, because that would be pathetic and not particularly in line with the tough wolf image that he thinks he's cultivating.
Marking Territory
Recovering from a short bought of sentimentality, Party falls easily into his usual habits of baiting people and painting on things that aren't his to paint. As Islington's territory keeps slowly encroaching on East End Pack's, Party takes on the responsibility of making sure that they know it's at an end.
All along the current border between their territories, Party's started to make up allies and trash cans and old signs with spray painted stencil art of wolves. They're simple and fast to get up, but they should get the point across. If Islington comes any further, they'll be dealing with wolves on everything. He even throws a few Santa hats onto the more visible wolves for good measure. Merry Fuckin' Christmas.
Warehouse Partying Party (TW: drugs)
Being at a warehouse party is hardly out of place for Party Poison. In fact, getting supremely fucked up at these things is basically his favorite hobby after painting and he's arguably great at both. By the time he's inside, he's already loose and sloppy in all the familiar ways, ready to dance with anyone around him, all tactile affection and easy laughter.
It only builds the longer he's there, wrapping an arm around anyone within reach and letting himself get entirely carried away. He's not exactly on the prowl, but he's definitely open for business if anyone shows interest. These things are about a good time for him and he's determined to have one.
Even on his long walk home, he's still stumbling and giggling as he gets turned around a few times and stops to pee in a quiet ally. It's a good night to be relatively free of responsibility or care.