[Raikiri] No. 298 Austin Gonzales

[Kaitae]

Turning down to look at her mark, Amber Elise raised and eyebrow and slowly shrugged in return. "Um.. I don't know. Honestly, I didn't even notice that til now." Shaking her head and flexing her hand, she more closely looked at the tattoo. It /did/ seem different.  

[ginseku]

"Huh. We'll have to keep an eye on that then. If anything else happens to it, tell me about the events leading up to it, okay?"
Gin walked across the room to grab a shirt from his dresser.
After slipping it on over his wings, he turned back around to face Amber Elise.  

[ginseku]

The door flew open with a loud crash, and there was a huge gush of wind.
And all at once, Austin was back.
"No time to talk Gin, i came to get my sexy s**t."
Gin sat there with Amber Elise, rather confused as to why Austin needed his punkiest sexy clothes NOW. He'd forgotten them earlier, so why were they important NOW?
Austin wasted no time, dashing quickly into the restroom and invading Gin's closet. He fumbled through to the far back of the closet, reaching for a golden box. He grabbed it.
The door to the restroom shut immediately following. A few minutes later, Austin re-emerged; He was wearing a very torn pair of pressed jeans, which would have been nice if not for the very grungy rips and tears in them. He had a very tight white muscle shirt on underneath a half buttoned grungy grey shirt, and the sleeves were ripped off at the shoulders. There was nothing but fuzzy fray, which complimented in the weirdest of ways the two tattoos on each of his shoulders.
Austin had old, worn out leather biker boots on which were flooded with excess baggage from his jeans.

Ginseku gave Austin a thumbs-up. Austin only resorted to this outfit in the most desperate of dating situations, when he needed to look his worst. Which, Ironically, made him look the sexiest he'd ever been in quite a while.
Austin nodded, and there was another burst of wind as he disappeared through the door, the door closing behind him yet again from the wind.  

[ginseku]

Exhaling his held hit, Austin ashed his joint before entering the room. He wasn't quite sure how he'd go about turning Gin's room into something he could actually live in, but hey, he'd lived in a tent by himself for months on end and was fine.
He took another puff at his illegals, which were known as Jack herrer, and ashed again in the trash can by Gin's old desk...or his old desk, rather. Austin had made the desk from Bloodwood and mahogany, Then given it to Gin after they'd moved into their first apartment together.
austin crossed the room and collapsed on the bed, leaving the door open.  

[angeltrinity]

"Was it this floor, or the 34th floor...?"

Tiffany stalled herself in the hallway, giving off her usual ditsy expression. She promised an old friend that she would drop something off for a classmate attending Ria, however she unintentionally forgot the dorm number. She was hoping she would bump into one of the maids, but none of the androids were in sight. Tiffany sighed as the straps on her purse slipped off her shoulder and rested between her arms. A sudden beep jingled behind Tiffany. Perking her ears up, she quickly turned her head as she gazed at the high tech elevator.

Please be the maids, please, please, please!

Anticipation stuck Tiffany's body as the doors slowly opened. Alas it was only a bunch of students, chatting with one another and going on there way. Tiff shrugged her shoulders, slouching her head a bit. She gazed at the long hallways, noticing one of the doors were open. A thought popped into her head, realizing that someone may be able to help her. Tiff regained her composure as she strutted her way to the open door.

She knocked on the inside of the door while opening it all the way. She took her first step in, searching the room of any life.

"Um, sorry to bother you, but is anyone here?"

Tiff's eyes then wandered to the nearby bed, whose familiar face delighted Tiff.

"Oh it's you!"

Tiff smiled as she completely intruded into the room, figuring he wouldn't mind.

"We gotta stop bumping into each other like this."

Tiff said in a playful tone, sticking her tongue out at Austin.  

[ginseku]

Austin heard Tiff's voice, and rolled over to a sitting position on the bed.
"Bumping into each other? As i recall, you just came in through the door, we didn't run into each other.."
Austin made a joking frown, then hit the remainder of his joint before stuffing the roach away in some compartment in his jeans.
"What's up?"  

[ginseku]

BUMP FOR REVAMPING  

[ginseku]

(Throws up a flag for spazz)  

[-ProcrastinatingSpazz-]

[you didn't even post. I have no clue what I'm doing here > >]

 

[ginseku]

(Why don't you read the topic and description? This is a hangout. D< I'm bartending, i can't post sitting around and doing nothing. That's boring as s**t!)  

[-ProcrastinatingSpazz-]

[bars are dumb D<
edit; we're totally different. You can't assume I want to just leap into whatever you wanna do > <]

 

[ginseku]

(Yeah, but Gin took time out of his day to make this place. T-T  

[ginseku]

Room successfully changed- now belongs to Austin)


Austin pushed the door open, removing his key from the slide.
"Wow."
He hadn't had a chance to check out his dorm since his return, but the Rian Decorators had reproduced his room down to the shag carpet and poster selections.
He crossed the room quickly, going into the bathroom. After searching through it, he found the Rian standard-issue emergency kit, and found some calcium-composite thread and a hooked needle inside.
He went to the mini-fridge and quickly pulled out a bottle of imported rum with no label. He popped the cork and took a large gulp of it.
He proceeded to drop to the ground and do push-ups. After about 60 or so, he began to feel the alcohol, so he stopped. He sat on the bed, and took another heavy swig.
He began to do sit-ups. After 10, he wanted to vomit, but he kept at it.
He reached 48 before he ran to the toilet and made sacrifice to it's god.
After a sip of water from the sink, he made a return to the bed, stumbling with rubber legs.
He took another heavy swig of the Rum, and laid down on his bed. He drunkenly threaded the hook-needle, after poking his thumb with it accidentally(TWICE), and started at the lowest point of his gash. It took all of his focus not to yell; he had no problem poking needles through his arm at will, but through cuts and wounds? He hated having to stitch himself.
But he had a bigger phobia of signing into Ria's hospital, since he had yet to pay a hospital bill he'd stepped out on in his youth. Methodist never forgave him for gypping them on a CAT scan.  

[ginseku]

He was halfway through stitching the gash on his chest before he had to vomit again. On returning to his bed, he tripped over his own foot, and rolled across the room into the bedpost. He rubbed his temple painfully, feeling rather dumb in this moment; He crawled back onto the bed. He picked up the thread and needle hanging from his fresh wound and resumed his work, taking small sips from his bottle as he finished his front.

He realized then, that he needed someone to do his back.
"Motherfu-"
Austin hiccuped, and burped following. Never had he done so, so he laughed in a bemused manner.

After he was done, he thought about it as best as he could, considering his options. He could summon up a doppleganger, but how well would it operate, considering it would be as drunk as he was?
The only other thing he could think of was going out and getting someone to help him, but he was too drunk to do anything but scare people and stumble around senselessly.
So he took some of the blood from his pin-pricks, and formed a small seal on a piece of paper. He formed a hand-seal, and touched the paper, putting wind and fire ki into it.
There was a burst of smoke as a replication of Austin appeared from thin air.
"Right then. Help me get my back done, yeah?"
The doppleganger nodded obediently, knowing what he was being asked for. He grabbed the needle and thread, and exactly as the original Austin had, ended up pricking his fingers once or twice. He got started on Austin's back and Austin realized how painful it really was to get stitches without anesthesia instantly.
He took a final gulp of his rum, putting the bottle away. He waited patiently while the doppleganger took his time making the stitches neat.

When he was finally done, Austin dispelled him, and placed gauze wrap and medical tape around his cuts, sealing them.
He changed out of his clothes and went into the bathroom to take a shower.  

[ginseku]

Austin left the shower feeling much better than he did going in; partly because a steamy shower did wonders for sobering him up, and partly because he loved the fresh feeling he got after stepping out.
He sat on his bed, drying his hair rigorously with his towel; more blood had washed out when he used heat, and now he was sure his scalp was 100% clean.
He reached under the bed and picked out a pair of casual skinny jeans, a RedSand T-shirt, a belt with his favorite buckle(which was the Kanji for Wind, Kaze), and a pair of Converse sneakers. He slipped these on slowly, making sure certain aspects of his appearance were in check, before he crossed the room to his weapons rack. He pulled off a few shuriken, a few Kunai, a single switchblade, and a blank sheet of enchantment tags.
He went back to his bed, and pulled out a Sealed case, with ornate carvings and stone inlay decorating its face. It had several tags in place, which he slowly removed, trying not to tear them; he planned on re-using them once he has copied the text he was looking for. He opened the trunk, coughing at the dust that was kicked up, and started cautiously rummaging through it, looking for something unseen.

He pulled out an ebony scroll casing, which had a heavily sealed tag with multiple defensive incantations in place. Austin held it before himself and began to chant in a low whisper, keeping it out of earshot for all that could be listening. The Tag slowly peeled away on it's own, in segments, until it wasn't blocking the top anymore.
Austin pulled out the old texts, and began to scroll through them slowly, translating with a bit of difficulty; this style of encryption hadn't been used in decades, and Austin hardly remembered how the Key worked. He scribbled down bits and pieces of information once he found a particularly interesting section, making sure to note that which he couldn't translate.
He put the scroll back in it's case, and put the case back in the trunk, making sure to Seal both of them.

He hopped up on the bed for a moment, reviewing his notes. Thinking about what he was going to do. No, what he'd already done; he'd made an agreement with Gin's enemy.
But Ginseku had split paths with Austin; he wasn't bound by friendship to ignore Kirai right now.

"Gah...Drama. F*ck ALL of it."
Austin hopped off of his bed, stuffing the notes into his back pocket. He opened his door, and locked it behind him.