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genessia2018-10-31 12:36 am
adachi_did_nothing_wrong) wrote in genessia2018-10-31 12:36 am
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Adachi's Great Cat-astrophe [Action, Open | Backdated 10/19 event]
[Everglade streets, then nightclub, Evening]
[After getting shafted out of a job before he had a chance, Adachi's diverted to Everglade. From the moment he entered, he could tell the city was garbage. But hey, his necklace matched the archway, and time was running out on his free, albeit shitty, apartment. Beer money's running out too, so he has to do something.
If only he could surmount his apathy. He'd made it into Everglade proper then...gave up. What's the point? He doesn't want to work in this dump. He secretly hoped some monster got it into their heads to attack him so he could introduce them to the business end of Magatsu-Izanagi's blade.
No such luck. Man, where's a vicious killer when you really need one? Daylight ran out, and then this happened.
He hates Genessia so much.
The rain started to pour down at that moment, so he sought shelter in the nearest dive he could. He hates his stupid cat ears, he hates the tail going down his legs, and he really hates that his Persona just vanished. He'd never wanted to indulge his nihilism more. The sooner this world bites the big one, the better.
Well, at least he made it into a bar where he could drink the pain away for a while. He was so miserable, and so hell bent on getting sloshed that he'd hardly noticed the thumping bass and neon, gaudy dance floor in the same building.
He'd hit that particular kind of existential fatigue where he no longer cared. About anything. Where a bullet in the head seemed like a way to spend time. Sadly, no one looks interested in shooting him.
...Screw it. He paid his tab, pushed off from the bar, and headed on over. Sometimes, when you're down and out, you just have to
BUST A MOVE.
He seems nervous and unsure, at first. Almost innocent; is he really doing this? But it doesn't take him long to find his groove and get into the rhythm of things. It's under a minute before his steps get crazier and more carefree. His expression turns from shyness, to impish glee, demonic rage, and back in the blink of an eye. For all his griping, the demented atmosphere of Everglade seemed to suit him just fine. He moves so fiercely, and all in a business suit, too. Every step, every motion expresses the full range of his fatalistic, flippant, maniacal heart. Whether it's whores or dance floors, Adachi's killing it.]
[After getting shafted out of a job before he had a chance, Adachi's diverted to Everglade. From the moment he entered, he could tell the city was garbage. But hey, his necklace matched the archway, and time was running out on his free, albeit shitty, apartment. Beer money's running out too, so he has to do something.
If only he could surmount his apathy. He'd made it into Everglade proper then...gave up. What's the point? He doesn't want to work in this dump. He secretly hoped some monster got it into their heads to attack him so he could introduce them to the business end of Magatsu-Izanagi's blade.
No such luck. Man, where's a vicious killer when you really need one? Daylight ran out, and then this happened.
He hates Genessia so much.
The rain started to pour down at that moment, so he sought shelter in the nearest dive he could. He hates his stupid cat ears, he hates the tail going down his legs, and he really hates that his Persona just vanished. He'd never wanted to indulge his nihilism more. The sooner this world bites the big one, the better.
Well, at least he made it into a bar where he could drink the pain away for a while. He was so miserable, and so hell bent on getting sloshed that he'd hardly noticed the thumping bass and neon, gaudy dance floor in the same building.
He'd hit that particular kind of existential fatigue where he no longer cared. About anything. Where a bullet in the head seemed like a way to spend time. Sadly, no one looks interested in shooting him.
...Screw it. He paid his tab, pushed off from the bar, and headed on over. Sometimes, when you're down and out, you just have to
BUST A MOVE.
He seems nervous and unsure, at first. Almost innocent; is he really doing this? But it doesn't take him long to find his groove and get into the rhythm of things. It's under a minute before his steps get crazier and more carefree. His expression turns from shyness, to impish glee, demonic rage, and back in the blink of an eye. For all his griping, the demented atmosphere of Everglade seemed to suit him just fine. He moves so fiercely, and all in a business suit, too. Every step, every motion expresses the full range of his fatalistic, flippant, maniacal heart. Whether it's whores or dance floors, Adachi's killing it.]