[Good amount of money, shows a level of trust-- or is a dumb enough asshole to bitch loud enough at one of Mikey's Muscle men, getting him dragged back behind the scenes. But it's not like Shinjiro's gonna keep quiet. Sure, he'd gotten some of the supply-- and had been bored enough to figure what the hell and give it.
But he'd choked trying to dry swallow the fucking pills, ended up vomiting, all the while with fucking scenes playing through his head: Chest pains, struggling to breathe, a massive pounding searing pain splitting across his head, soothed with the feeling of hard oblong tablets down his throat. The steely glint of a gun, the threat of going without. None of them have context, none of it means anything-- And then when he'd finally shaken himself out of it, trembling and lost and confused-- they were all fucking gone, anyway.]
Your shit's fucked, you know. [He spits the words as he's dragged in, despite the large man grabbing his arm like a vice to make sure he doesn't pull anything or keep causing further trouble in front of the boss.]
(his gaze is empty, almost as if his life has been taken away from them. his eyebags are so dark that they seem virtually black, a striking contrast with the white hair that surrounds his frail face. his eyebrow lifts, but the expression doesn't shift - it's hollow, the gun moving as his hands do to punctuate his own words.)
What the fuck do you mean?
(it's clean, his pills are refined and there is no adding of anything in them. the purer they are, the more faithful clients, the better for business.)
[Damn, this is their boss? or local boss? Dude looks like a corpse. Shinjiro stops for a moment, looking over him as though trying to decide how he feels about him-- from the relaxed, apathetic demeanor, to the casual motions of the gun. Nothing threatening (yet) but with all the potential to.
A curse, and he pulls his arm out of the guy's grip. (Likely, the guy just lets him. There's no way an unarmed, dumbass punk is a threat, after all.)]
What I said. Your shits fucked.
[Meaningful. But still, after a moment of settling his nerves, deciding that he's not about to get killed and thrown in a ditch:]
You might wanna look into your supply. Got sick as fuck and started having some-- [A frown, and he lifts a hand to gesture at his head.] Weird shit happen. Is that supposed to happen? 'Cause I ain't had trouble with anything before now.
(it's not uncommon, after all. bad trips, nausea, panic, paranoia. he knows it all too well, experienced, seen it, but before shinjiro can utter another sound, he sets one of the pills he's been distributing on the table. shinjiro is not a threat to anything other than manjiro's patience, and he doesn't feel like arguing back and forth with a child - probably took it wrong, so shall they put it to a test?
a loud BANG! echoes the room, unsettles some of the bills that were on top of the stacks, but the bullet wasn't aimed at shinjiro, just next to his foot. a warning shot, as to reinforce the motion of his spare hand's index finger tapping next to the pill.)
[Blam. The ear-shattering explosion of the gun discharging makes his eyes water and his ears ring, one hand moving to his midsection. The pain takes a moment to set in, but it's sharp like a burn. Delayed, but rapidly intensifying, and blood--
Except he's fine.
His vision come back into focus and his knees had given out, probably looking every bit of the crazed junky profile. One hand is at his stomach, as though he'd been shot (he hasn't-- though there's a brand new hole in the floorboards right at his foot), and he looks slightly lost as his mind returns to what's real, what's right in front of him.
...real?
Heart pounding, he tries to ignore that. Look, he's fine. He just came here to give the guy a heads up about his stock, and maybe get his cash back. Which requires getting his tongue to work in his dry mouth to answer the question he's been asked.]
Like-- like that just now. [A swallow, a shake of the head, and he'll work on trying to articulate it better.] I've had shit that makes you hallucinate before, alright? This wasn't that. I just figured you should know in case other people get the same shit happening.
(he had his eyes on the boy a second ago - he was not high, not that manjiro can tell, at least, but then suddenly, he looked-- well, like the zombies hiding in the alleys where he crawled out from.
can't blame that on manjiro, he doesn't think. he's allowing the freak out and explanation go on thus far, but his patience is running kind of thin already. don't put your blame on him without proof, so again, he taps the pill that he placed.)
[He has to bite back to urge to snarl that he's not a dog here to do some tricks-- But there's a splintered hole in the wood right at his feet, and since this guy's already got to replace a floorboard or two with it, he's sure he wouldn't care about getting some blood stains on it, too.
So instead he gives an aggravated noise, and moves to pick up the pill they're arguing over. He'll still keep that unflinching eye contact with the guy's dead stare, though.]
Guess I should be thanking you for the free merch, right?
[He can't help but slide in at least one shitty comment-- hopefully one less likely to get him shot since he's doing what the guy says. He'll bring the pill to his mouth and scarf it like a pro--
Or at least he would have, if the feeling of dry tablet hitting the back of his tongue hadn't keyed in that feeling again. He coughs it onto the floor, again getting that weird, glazed look for a moment.
A girl in sterile pale green and red, pressing the pills into her mouth. It's not gentle, she's making choking noises in the vision just like he did in reality. For a moment her eyes go wide--
And again it's over as quick as it happened, and Shinjiro slowly brings a hand up to his head, stumbling backwards.
Maybe he's losing it. He'd honestly think that, except for how that pill he'd choked on had just straight disappeared from where it had fallen on the floor between them.]
(definitely wouldn't. manjiro's watching each and every move, his attention making his gaze even more piercing.
and then that face happens again. there's very little attention to the boy's freak out, aside from the fact that manjiro shoots a look towards the men behind shinjiro to get their pieces ready, this could be a trap. while their eyes are on the boy, manjiro's eyes are on the pill, and then, just like that, it was no longer.)
... No, that wasn't supposed to happen. It doesn't.
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expiationlogs2024-03-09 08:37 am
bro your supplies are wack
But he'd choked trying to dry swallow the fucking pills, ended up vomiting, all the while with fucking scenes playing through his head: Chest pains, struggling to breathe, a massive pounding searing pain splitting across his head, soothed with the feeling of hard oblong tablets down his throat. The steely glint of a gun, the threat of going without. None of them have context, none of it means anything-- And then when he'd finally shaken himself out of it, trembling and lost and confused-- they were all fucking gone, anyway.]
Your shit's fucked, you know. [He spits the words as he's dragged in, despite the large man grabbing his arm like a vice to make sure he doesn't pull anything or keep causing further trouble in front of the boss.]
The hell are you even trying to push here?
[also he wants a refund]
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What the fuck do you mean?
(it's clean, his pills are refined and there is no adding of anything in them. the purer they are, the more faithful clients, the better for business.)
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A curse, and he pulls his arm out of the guy's grip. (Likely, the guy just lets him. There's no way an unarmed, dumbass punk is a threat, after all.)]
What I said. Your shits fucked.
[Meaningful. But still, after a moment of settling his nerves, deciding that he's not about to get killed and thrown in a ditch:]
You might wanna look into your supply. Got sick as fuck and started having some-- [A frown, and he lifts a hand to gesture at his head.] Weird shit happen. Is that supposed to happen? 'Cause I ain't had trouble with anything before now.
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(it's not uncommon, after all. bad trips, nausea, panic, paranoia. he knows it all too well, experienced, seen it, but before shinjiro can utter another sound, he sets one of the pills he's been distributing on the table. shinjiro is not a threat to anything other than manjiro's patience, and he doesn't feel like arguing back and forth with a child - probably took it wrong, so shall they put it to a test?
a loud BANG! echoes the room, unsettles some of the bills that were on top of the stacks, but the bullet wasn't aimed at shinjiro, just next to his foot. a warning shot, as to reinforce the motion of his spare hand's index finger tapping next to the pill.)
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[Blam. The ear-shattering explosion of the gun discharging makes his eyes water and his ears ring, one hand moving to his midsection. The pain takes a moment to set in, but it's sharp like a burn. Delayed, but rapidly intensifying, and blood--
Except he's fine.
His vision come back into focus and his knees had given out, probably looking every bit of the crazed junky profile. One hand is at his stomach, as though he'd been shot (he hasn't-- though there's a brand new hole in the floorboards right at his foot), and he looks slightly lost as his mind returns to what's real, what's right in front of him.
...real?Heart pounding, he tries to ignore that. Look, he's fine. He just came here to give the guy a heads up about his stock, and maybe get his cash back. Which requires getting his tongue to work in his dry mouth to answer the question he's been asked.]
Like-- like that just now. [A swallow, a shake of the head, and he'll work on trying to articulate it better.] I've had shit that makes you hallucinate before, alright? This wasn't that. I just figured you should know in case other people get the same shit happening.
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can't blame that on manjiro, he doesn't think. he's allowing the freak out and explanation go on thus far, but his patience is running kind of thin already. don't put your blame on him without proof, so again, he taps the pill that he placed.)
Do it in front of me. I want to see again.
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So instead he gives an aggravated noise, and moves to pick up the pill they're arguing over. He'll still keep that unflinching eye contact with the guy's dead stare, though.]
Guess I should be thanking you for the free merch, right?
[He can't help but slide in at least one shitty comment-- hopefully one less likely to get him shot since he's doing what the guy says. He'll bring the pill to his mouth and scarf it like a pro--
Or at least he would have, if the feeling of dry tablet hitting the back of his tongue hadn't keyed in that feeling again. He coughs it onto the floor, again getting that weird, glazed look for a moment.
A girl in sterile pale green and red, pressing the pills into her mouth. It's not gentle, she's making choking noises in the vision just like he did in reality. For a moment her eyes go wide--
And again it's over as quick as it happened, and Shinjiro slowly brings a hand up to his head, stumbling backwards.
Maybe he's losing it. He'd honestly think that, except for how that pill he'd choked on had just straight disappeared from where it had fallen on the floor between them.]
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and then that face happens again. there's very little attention to the boy's freak out, aside from the fact that manjiro shoots a look towards the men behind shinjiro to get their pieces ready, this could be a trap. while their eyes are on the boy, manjiro's eyes are on the pill, and then, just like that, it was no longer.)
... No, that wasn't supposed to happen. It doesn't.