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maskormenacelogs2018-04-11 02:46 pm
heisenbitch) wrote in maskormenacelogs2018-04-11 02:46 pm
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CLOSED with a couple of open starters
WHO: Jesse, Raina, Darlene, and a couple of OPEN STARTERS
WHERE: Heropa, De Chima, all around, really.
WHEN: April catch-all
WHAT: Jesse begins his nanite experimentation plans, accidentally destroys half a Waffle House, and gets mugged by a junkie in De Chima.
WARNINGS: The usual warnings that come with Breaking Bad territory. Some violence, drug use, swearing, etc.
[ Between Jesse's conversation with Daisy, being Ported out for a month and going nowhere, and some of the people brought up in response to Jesse questioning the legitimacy of being "ported out", he knows: He can't sit on this any longer. He can't sit back and do nothing. When he's at home in his beach house, he chain-smokes restlessly, anxiously, and it's like the continuum ingot locked away securely in his safe has started to develop a steadily louder heartbeat in his head the more he thinks about it. He thinks about that woman he'd ran across in the aftermath of the Constellation heist, too: What does she know? She seems, just based on their conversation, of the same mind as Jesse: That something has to be done. Something has to be done. And maybe the answer, like Jesse said to Daisy, like he mused to Darlene, is in the nanites. Maybe. Maybe not, too. But if finding answers from the Porter is only going to lead to death and suffering, then that means all of this has to be looked at another way, and Jesse can't think of any other way other than: The nanites.
And so, unable to stand it any longer, slouched on his couch with his leg jiggling anxious while he's smoking yet another cigarette, he suddenly sits forward and digs his communicator out of his pocket. He opens up the contact list and begins swiping through, looking for Raina's name, and when he finds it, he hits CALL. And when she answers, he doesn't even greet her, just simply says: ]
It's Jesse. Can we meet?
[ It starts out as another booty call: Jesse calls Darlene up, knowing in the back of his mind that he shouldn't be seeing her like this when he knows only too well how much it would hurt Beth if she knew he was seeing other people. He can't help it, though. Darlene is his kind of recklessness, his kind of rough around the edges, untempered by self-destruction just enough to be willing to indulge Jesse's darkness. Rough sex, hard drugs, fast cars, all-night partying - things Beth wouldn't understand. And it's a side to him she doesn't deserve to be exposed to. A side to him he will never be able to get rid of, because once a junkie scumbag, always a junkie scumbag.
So, here he is, sprawled in his bed in his beach house with Darlene, sweat barely dry on their bodies yet. He's spooned up behind her, naked skin against skin, running his bristles along the slope of her shoulder before reaching past her for the pack of cigarettes on the bedside table, next to the mirror with half a gram of blow waiting to be cut into more lines. He begins, conversation, voice a little scratchy and deep, snorting back a small drip of coke still caught in the back of his nose: ]
Been thinking about something…
[ The Waffle House in downtown Heropa has become a home away from home for Jesse. With his beach house only fifteen minute drive away, it's a convenient place to drive to when he can't be assed heating up a frozen meal at home, or can't stand the hollow emptiness that sits thick and heavy in that huge house of his. It's a place he goes to to think, too: Sit at a booth by a window, mug of bottomless coffee, plate of fried and unhealthy food, people watching out the window. He's been frequenting this Waffle House almost every night since being Ported back in, and he usually sits in the booth in the far corner, if it's available. Sitting there, staring out the window, leg jiggling with agitated energy he doesn't realise is brimming inside him. He's been agitated a lot since last being ported out, unable to get thoughts of how fucked up and cruel this place is out of his mind.
Thing is, sometimes he gets so angry and agitated just thinking about it that the lights in the whole restaurant start to flicker, like a power surge has hit the power grid. He realises he's doing it, and most the time he manages, somehow, to try not to suck all that electricity into him. But sometimes, like right now, he's so lost in thought that it's happening too fast for him to stop. The lights flicker, including the big Waffle House sign over the top of the restaurant and even some of the nearby streetlamps, and suddenly everything goes dark. And Jesse doesn't mean to, but he lets out an almost animalistic roar, as though all the energy he's sucked into himself has reached a point where the only way for it to get out is through explosive strength and rage. At the same time, he slams his fist so hard on the table without realising he's doing it, splintering it into a pile of wooden shards and plastic laminate, that it causes the window he's sitting next to to explode out into the parking lot like a bomb has gone off. ]
[ The thing with owning a car like Jesse's, especially in the seedier parts of cities like De Chima: Junkies looking for their next fix notice. They see that and they know a person who owns a car like that must have money. Lots of money. Maybe lots of money on them, too. Could mean enough money to score enough dope to get completely fucked up on for the next couple of nights without having to worry where their next fix is going to come from.
Jesse doesn't see the junkie sneaking up behind him as he's taking a bite of his burger while heading for his car. He doesn't realise until he's suddenly being slammed face-first against the car with scabby, vicious hands snatching at him, punching him, scrabbling for his jacket pockets in search for his wallet. Jesse shouts, burger landing into a scattered mess on the ground, and goes to fight back, and realises the junkie has pulled a knife on him. Jesse tries, calmly, to say, "Whoa, take it easy, man, take my wallet, take whatever you want, I don't care, just take it easy," and the junkie is so freaked out and paranoid that he screams at Jesse to shut up and elbows Jesse's head hard against the car door, breaking his nose. ]
WHERE: Heropa, De Chima, all around, really.
WHEN: April catch-all
WHAT: Jesse begins his nanite experimentation plans, accidentally destroys half a Waffle House, and gets mugged by a junkie in De Chima.
WARNINGS: The usual warnings that come with Breaking Bad territory. Some violence, drug use, swearing, etc.
▸▸▸ CLOSED TO RAINA
[ Between Jesse's conversation with Daisy, being Ported out for a month and going nowhere, and some of the people brought up in response to Jesse questioning the legitimacy of being "ported out", he knows: He can't sit on this any longer. He can't sit back and do nothing. When he's at home in his beach house, he chain-smokes restlessly, anxiously, and it's like the continuum ingot locked away securely in his safe has started to develop a steadily louder heartbeat in his head the more he thinks about it. He thinks about that woman he'd ran across in the aftermath of the Constellation heist, too: What does she know? She seems, just based on their conversation, of the same mind as Jesse: That something has to be done. Something has to be done. And maybe the answer, like Jesse said to Daisy, like he mused to Darlene, is in the nanites. Maybe. Maybe not, too. But if finding answers from the Porter is only going to lead to death and suffering, then that means all of this has to be looked at another way, and Jesse can't think of any other way other than: The nanites.
And so, unable to stand it any longer, slouched on his couch with his leg jiggling anxious while he's smoking yet another cigarette, he suddenly sits forward and digs his communicator out of his pocket. He opens up the contact list and begins swiping through, looking for Raina's name, and when he finds it, he hits CALL. And when she answers, he doesn't even greet her, just simply says: ]
It's Jesse. Can we meet?
▸▸▸ CLOSED TO DARLENE
[ It starts out as another booty call: Jesse calls Darlene up, knowing in the back of his mind that he shouldn't be seeing her like this when he knows only too well how much it would hurt Beth if she knew he was seeing other people. He can't help it, though. Darlene is his kind of recklessness, his kind of rough around the edges, untempered by self-destruction just enough to be willing to indulge Jesse's darkness. Rough sex, hard drugs, fast cars, all-night partying - things Beth wouldn't understand. And it's a side to him she doesn't deserve to be exposed to. A side to him he will never be able to get rid of, because once a junkie scumbag, always a junkie scumbag.
So, here he is, sprawled in his bed in his beach house with Darlene, sweat barely dry on their bodies yet. He's spooned up behind her, naked skin against skin, running his bristles along the slope of her shoulder before reaching past her for the pack of cigarettes on the bedside table, next to the mirror with half a gram of blow waiting to be cut into more lines. He begins, conversation, voice a little scratchy and deep, snorting back a small drip of coke still caught in the back of his nose: ]
Been thinking about something…
▸▸▸ WAFFLE HOUSE, DOWNTOWN HEROPA - open
[ The Waffle House in downtown Heropa has become a home away from home for Jesse. With his beach house only fifteen minute drive away, it's a convenient place to drive to when he can't be assed heating up a frozen meal at home, or can't stand the hollow emptiness that sits thick and heavy in that huge house of his. It's a place he goes to to think, too: Sit at a booth by a window, mug of bottomless coffee, plate of fried and unhealthy food, people watching out the window. He's been frequenting this Waffle House almost every night since being Ported back in, and he usually sits in the booth in the far corner, if it's available. Sitting there, staring out the window, leg jiggling with agitated energy he doesn't realise is brimming inside him. He's been agitated a lot since last being ported out, unable to get thoughts of how fucked up and cruel this place is out of his mind.
Thing is, sometimes he gets so angry and agitated just thinking about it that the lights in the whole restaurant start to flicker, like a power surge has hit the power grid. He realises he's doing it, and most the time he manages, somehow, to try not to suck all that electricity into him. But sometimes, like right now, he's so lost in thought that it's happening too fast for him to stop. The lights flicker, including the big Waffle House sign over the top of the restaurant and even some of the nearby streetlamps, and suddenly everything goes dark. And Jesse doesn't mean to, but he lets out an almost animalistic roar, as though all the energy he's sucked into himself has reached a point where the only way for it to get out is through explosive strength and rage. At the same time, he slams his fist so hard on the table without realising he's doing it, splintering it into a pile of wooden shards and plastic laminate, that it causes the window he's sitting next to to explode out into the parking lot like a bomb has gone off. ]
▸▸▸ NIGHTTIME IN DE CHIMA - open (featuring NPC junkie)
[ The thing with owning a car like Jesse's, especially in the seedier parts of cities like De Chima: Junkies looking for their next fix notice. They see that and they know a person who owns a car like that must have money. Lots of money. Maybe lots of money on them, too. Could mean enough money to score enough dope to get completely fucked up on for the next couple of nights without having to worry where their next fix is going to come from.
Jesse doesn't see the junkie sneaking up behind him as he's taking a bite of his burger while heading for his car. He doesn't realise until he's suddenly being slammed face-first against the car with scabby, vicious hands snatching at him, punching him, scrabbling for his jacket pockets in search for his wallet. Jesse shouts, burger landing into a scattered mess on the ground, and goes to fight back, and realises the junkie has pulled a knife on him. Jesse tries, calmly, to say, "Whoa, take it easy, man, take my wallet, take whatever you want, I don't care, just take it easy," and the junkie is so freaked out and paranoid that he screams at Jesse to shut up and elbows Jesse's head hard against the car door, breaking his nose. ]
De Chima @ night
Bela comes across Jesse and the mugger purely by chance on her way back home to the small apartment she's been renting (staying in the farmhouse after Jon had left was difficult) and makes a quick assessment of the situation first from a safe distance. She winces at the sound of Jesse's head slamming against the car door. This wasn't going to continue. Bela is going to intervene, using her ability to move through the shadows to quietly approach the two men.
Slowly, she reaches into her jacket and takes out the gun, pointing it at the junkie. There's the familiar sound of a gun cocking and then Bela's voice, calm and measured as she says: ]
I highly suggest that you back off. Slowly.
no subject
[--Darlene says, her voice thick with sarcasm. These days, her constant cynicism has grown to new heights and proportions.
Post-sex, she'd been laying on her side, staring off into space. Coming down from it, if not from the drugs and the booze running through her. All of that is still very much in her, a tingling at all her edges. Mellowing her, if not eradicating all the rest of the shit she's feeling.
She's cool with these hookups. Not that she'll ever admit it, but moments like this are better than being alone. Distracting, if nothing else. Totally blunt and pathetic, this is basically it for her these days. Private benders and hookups and work. And this.
As Jesse speaks, Darlene goes on staring at the wall a beat longer. Then she rolls half-over, head turned so she can look at him. Her makeup is smudged, half sweated off. Naked, she doesn't bother pulling up the sheet to cover her tits or anything.]
Did you just want me to know, or is there more to it.
waffle house
But then the lights started flickering.
All at once, his attention snaps away from his phone, and he slides himself neatly out from the booth. As if he knows immediately that it's not a simple electrical issue— or never expects flickering lights to be anything so mundane in the first place. Not in this life. By the time the entire restaurant's lost power, he's narrowed in on the young gentleman with buzzed hair, quietly sidling towards his table like one might tiptoe towards a landmine.
Carefully.
When Jesse roars, and the window explodes and patrons and staff alike shriek and scatter, the Doctor's standing only a few feet behind him, bellowing— ]
Hey!!
[ quite loudly back at him.
Either in an attempt to distract him, or snap him out of it (whatever "it" is)... although he could also just be a bit peeved his dinner got interrupted. ]
no subject
So, she answers the phone. And the suddenness of his request catches her off guard. Of course, Raina flirtatiously responds: ]
Not even a single bouquet before you're asking me out? You waste no time, do you?
[ And then the teasing tone falters. Chilton has gone to work for the day, and Raina had the day off -- so it would be the ideal time. ]
When and where? Same place we both first met?
waffle house
She's just approaching the building when she notices the lights on the large yellow sign beginning to flicker. Curious... Upon closer inspection, the lights inside the building are flickering as well. Power failure? she wonders, or something more sinister...? She picks up her step, getting closer to the building just in time for one of the windows to shatter outwards. Reacting quickly, she uses her quirk to summon a shield on her right arm, protecting her from the debris of shattered glass. ]
Well, that answers that question... There must be a villain inside!
[ She drops the arm with the shield and runs to pull open the door to the now dark restaurant. ]
Everyone! Please, proceed to the exits calmly and quickly! You, [ She addresses the closest person in uniform-- a waitress who looks somewhat in shock. ] Please call 9-1-1. I will deal with things until the police arrive.
[ A part of her is a little nervous to attack-- she hasn't had a chance to register with the government yet, though she fully intends to once the opportunity arises. Will she get in trouble for using her quirk against a villain? ]