( heine’s bruised neck--and if it’d been just any set of arms holding onto him he would have bitten the skin, torn at it for being so close to his collar. but it was giovanni’s arms and he’s got his own wrapped around him, keeping him up and sturdy so heine doesn’t react to it. ) He’s fine. ( voice steady tone normal--enough to convince lily, he’s sure. heine’s taken care of his head, checked on the wound every couple hours to make sure it wasn’t infected or getting worse. he made sure giovanni was fine, or would be at least. ) Probably thirsty, though.
( the red hair isn’t hard to spot when he walks into the door, color too bright to miss. he walks in the direction of the couch, keeps his grip tight on giovanni. and in the most sarcastic, shittiest tone, speaks: ) Your face looks like it needs some help, Badou.
Your face looks like it needs ta get busted open, cocksucker.
[the return is instant, despite the fact that -- well, Badou looks like a fucking nightmare from that fight outside the liquor shop, bruised deeply and cut, remaining eye ringed in black, still with a thick splint and mass of bandages holding his nose together]
[his eye flickers to Giovanni on his back, and the younger boy gets a much more simple]
Really? —oh, I'll get him a drink! ( lily bounces on her heels, immediately cheering—it's amazing, how a dose of heine without his cruel words brightens her day like a cup of coffee, making her completely different from the girl who was crying and wouldn't stop crying hours ago—as she moves, ) Giovanni, did you try pink lemonade? Badou showed me—
( oh, lo and behold. there's badou there. lily blinks, and now she's—really seeing his wounds for the first time, having been so immersed in her melancholy before; her eyes widen, just a bit. those are serious wounds, aren't they? they're to the face—well, not to the brain, but they're not mending is the point—right, he's normal. except everyone else is normal here, too. . .
what distracts her from yelling, BADOU WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR FACE, is the banter between him and heine. aren't those nasty words? but heine and badou both don't look quite offended by it? what should she do? ) —uhm, uhm!
[he shakes his head-- pink lemonade, it's not something he's heard of, not a collection of words that he knows when placed in conjunction with each other. he'd give her more of an answer but then they're inside and there's that bright hair and that scattering of freckles like electric stars in a face so bruised and bashed up it unsettles him. it seems unnatural, that kind of damage lingering there for more than a few moments (for all that his own wounds have never healed fast, take days - or longer - to mend)
the flurry of words exchanged and he feels vaguely disconcerted, heart beating hard and anxiety knocking hollow all through his insides. that short 'yo' directed towards him and the bravado of their earlier conversations is left in tatters at his feet. his hat slips down lower, face pressed tight and hidden against heine's shoulder]
( well, badou isn’t moving, and that’s as good of a sign as any as far as heine is concerned, really. he turns his attention back to giovanni and lily after the greeting, starts moving towards dining table so he can set giovanni down. because clearly he can’t set him on the couch next to badou, that’d be terrible. )
He hasn’t eaten in a while, either. Want to try finding something he can eat, Lily? ( because they’ll be fine together on their own and heine’s sure giovanni would appreciate some time with lily, after all the bullshit heine’s pulled.
and heine kind of wants to figure out what video games are, okay. )
[Badou, despite being the oldest member of 1470 present, isn't really aware of any obligation to play host; a controller sits in his lap, and on the TV screen, a bunch of zombies are frozen in space, a black box in the center of the chaos that reads; > CONTINUE > RESTART > OPTIONS > MAIN MENU > WIRELESS > QUIT in bright and bloody acrylic red, splattered at the edges]
[he does, however, contribute]
There's leftover Chinese. The greasy lookin' boxes. Maybe not if you're all still pukin' an' stuff from the sun, though...
[Giovanni's reaction to him seemed weird, but Lily's less; she's kind of spastic, Badou's concluded, a little bit too frenetic to ever pin down. in the end, he dismisses both of them for now, calling after Heine]
Thought'cha were pickin' up one, not droppin' off one.
Ohhh, the Chinese's okay! ( she moves over to giovanni, taking his hand and squeezing it, ) Is your stomach okay? We could eat pizza instead—oh, right, ( and she moves away hastily, ) Drink! It's really good, the pink lemonade! ( and with that, lily disappears into the kitchen to find it. )
[a shiverhshudder of irritation all along his Spine at the way heine speaks for him (about him), a dark ripple of feeling over his own inadequacy, how useless they must all think him, but as always it passes swiftly enough (shouldn't he be used to this by now?), pushed away by the warm press of lily's hand.
then she's moving away from him and he quietly gets to his feet, pads after her softly, unsteadily. he's still filled with a roiling kind of sickness, an ugly dizziness, but he'd rather follow her than be left behind]
( she tenses suddenly, when she hears badou call about the gator head, stiffening. )
W-what's a head doing here! ( but it's not human, so she's not quite squicked out yet—it's okay, it's okay, it's not her or giovanni or heine and it's definitely not human and badou is skinny as a stick and couldn't do that to her. ( if he didn't do it, who did? carol wouldn't. ) )
Giovanni, we have to be careful. . . ( and she is, indeed, careful—in the most ridiculous manner possible, sucking in a large quantity of air, to the point that her cheeks are puffed out, and she tip-toes slowly around the severed head, before making a break for the fridge. )
ahhh I closed the tab that had the original tag in it oops
[severed head. it's not as though he's never seen one before, not as though he's unaccustomed to the severed heads of beasts their ligaments torn that sickening crunch as their bones snap as their blood splatters bright across white floors, ceilings, walls.
but it still nauseates him, especially like this, leaves him dizzy, sick. he hovers at the door, hat pulled down low and arms wrapped around him tight. Unsure whether not he should advance any further]
( giovanni’s off of his back and heading off with lily so heine--turns himself back around, walks back to where badou was sitting and despite beating in his face, despite all the bullshit, he walks right passed him, unceremoniously plops down on the couch next to badou.
eyes on the tv screen, hood still shoved over his head, shoulders slack and body near-relaxed, now that both lily and giovanni were out of range. )
I’ll take them both back with me. Does it matter where they are now?
Guess not. Long as they ain't touch the gator head.
[a wiry, sallow neck turns, and he calls back into the kitchen]
Don't touch the gator head! It's got flesh-eatin' diseases an' shit an' I don't want ya fuckin' it up!
[no further context is given as he settles back in; > CONTINUE is selected, and the game gives a throat-wrenching scream as a selection noise]
[as the zombies lurch back to life (inevitably towards Badou's sawed-off shot gun -- he doesn't tend to go for subtle weapons) Badou talks out of that beaten-apart mouth, all cut up at the corners from claws made into fists]
[close up, he's even more wrecked; the bruises have come nicely into their own]
( flesh eating diseases just make heine want to go throw out the goddamn gator head himself. has lily been sleeping around that do you know how dangerous that sounds they’re not healing god badou. but he doesn’t get up once he’s down, he assumes flesh eating diseases is enough to keep lily and giovanni from touching it.
his gaze shifts from the screen to the remote control in badou’s hands--and back to the television right after. watching for what buttons cause which action, trying to figure out what the shit is the point of this game. not that he really expects much of a point. )
[There's no survivors left in this area! They're overtaking the whole city, somebody has to do something -- oh, oh goddddd!]
[hhhhuuurrrgghhhh, uuururghhh]
[BLAMBLAM. BLAMBLAMBLAMBLAM.]
Workin' together. Instead'a beatin' the stupid shit outta eachother.
[Heine sounds spaced out, and he wonders if it's better or worse; having to look after someone and worrying all the fucking time, or being without someone and -- worrying all the fucking time]
( mostly. he still doesn’t trust badou--but badou sounds a lot more normal to him than most. and he’s tired and exhausted too exhausted for all of this.
( he'd ask what are zombies but the remote's being held out towards him and heine's reaching out for it, taking it into his hands and placing his fingers over the buttons.
and he starts moving the character--in the opposite direction of the factory. because where the fuck is the factory hell if he knows. )
That's coz you're goin' the wrong way! Turn around! Go towards the smoke stacks. An' I dunno, it's only a okay one. I like Silent Hill better, there's like a story an' tons'a creepy stuff...
[he seems to warm to the topic]
We got Resident Evil too, an' Amnesia. I don't really get Amnesia, there ain't no weapons, ya just gotta run from scary shit or it makes ya crazy. It's fuckin' annoyin' that ya can't shoot nothin'.
( okay, okay, turning the character back around and--heading towards the smoke stacks. each zombie he passes gets an instant bullet to the head, as soon as he figures out how to properly aim the gun with the controller, at least. )
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( the red hair isn’t hard to spot when he walks into the door, color too bright to miss. he walks in the direction of the couch, keeps his grip tight on giovanni. and in the most sarcastic, shittiest tone, speaks: ) Your face looks like it needs some help, Badou.
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[the return is instant, despite the fact that -- well, Badou looks like a fucking nightmare from that fight outside the liquor shop, bruised deeply and cut, remaining eye ringed in black, still with a thick splint and mass of bandages holding his nose together]
[his eye flickers to Giovanni on his back, and the younger boy gets a much more simple]
Yo.
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( oh, lo and behold. there's badou there. lily blinks, and now she's—really seeing his wounds for the first time, having been so immersed in her melancholy before; her eyes widen, just a bit. those are serious wounds, aren't they? they're to the face—well, not to the brain, but they're not mending is the point—right, he's normal. except everyone else is normal here, too. . .
what distracts her from yelling, BADOU WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR FACE, is the banter between him and heine. aren't those nasty words? but heine and badou both don't look quite offended by it? what should she do? ) —uhm, uhm!
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[he shakes his head-- pink lemonade, it's not something he's heard of, not a collection of words that he knows when placed in conjunction with each other. he'd give her more of an answer but then they're inside and there's that bright hair and that scattering of freckles like electric stars in a face so bruised and bashed up it unsettles him. it seems unnatural, that kind of damage lingering there for more than a few moments (for all that his own wounds have never healed fast, take days - or longer - to mend)
the flurry of words exchanged and he feels vaguely disconcerted, heart beating hard and anxiety knocking hollow all through his insides. that short 'yo' directed towards him and the bravado of their earlier conversations is left in tatters at his feet. his hat slips down lower, face pressed tight and hidden against heine's shoulder]
Mmm.
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He hasn’t eaten in a while, either. Want to try finding something he can eat, Lily? ( because they’ll be fine together on their own and heine’s sure giovanni would appreciate some time with lily, after all the bullshit heine’s pulled.
and heine kind of wants to figure out what video games are, okay. )
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> CONTINUE
> RESTART
> OPTIONS
> MAIN MENU
> WIRELESS
> QUIT
in bright and bloody acrylic red, splattered at the edges]
[he does, however, contribute]
There's leftover Chinese. The greasy lookin' boxes. Maybe not if you're all still pukin' an' stuff from the sun, though...
[Giovanni's reaction to him seemed weird, but Lily's less; she's kind of spastic, Badou's concluded, a little bit too frenetic to ever pin down. in the end, he dismisses both of them for now, calling after Heine]
Thought'cha were pickin' up one, not droppin' off one.
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[a shiverhshudder of irritation all along his Spine at the way heine speaks for him (about him), a dark ripple of feeling over his own inadequacy, how useless they must all think him, but as always it passes swiftly enough (shouldn't he be used to this by now?), pushed away by the warm press of lily's hand.
then she's moving away from him and he quietly gets to his feet, pads after her softly, unsteadily. he's still filled with a roiling kind of sickness, an ugly dizziness, but he'd rather follow her than be left behind]
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W-what's a head doing here! ( but it's not human, so she's not quite squicked out yet—it's okay, it's okay, it's not her or giovanni or heine and it's definitely not human and badou is skinny as a stick and couldn't do that to her. ( if he didn't do it, who did? carol wouldn't. ) )
Giovanni, we have to be careful. . . ( and she is, indeed, careful—in the most ridiculous manner possible, sucking in a large quantity of air, to the point that her cheeks are puffed out, and she tip-toes slowly around the severed head, before making a break for the fridge. )
ahhh I closed the tab that had the original tag in it oops
[severed head. it's not as though he's never seen one before, not as though he's unaccustomed to the severed heads of beasts their ligaments torn that sickening crunch as their bones snap as their blood splatters bright across white floors, ceilings, walls.
but it still nauseates him, especially like this, leaves him dizzy, sick. he hovers at the door, hat pulled down low and arms wrapped around him tight. Unsure whether not he should advance any further]
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eyes on the tv screen, hood still shoved over his head, shoulders slack and body near-relaxed, now that both lily and giovanni were out of range. )
I’ll take them both back with me. Does it matter where they are now?
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[a wiry, sallow neck turns, and he calls back into the kitchen]
Don't touch the gator head! It's got flesh-eatin' diseases an' shit an' I don't want ya fuckin' it up!
[no further context is given as he settles back in; > CONTINUE is selected, and the game gives a throat-wrenching scream as a selection noise]
[as the zombies lurch back to life (inevitably towards Badou's sawed-off shot gun -- he doesn't tend to go for subtle weapons) Badou talks out of that beaten-apart mouth, all cut up at the corners from claws made into fists]
[close up, he's even more wrecked; the bruises have come nicely into their own]
Ya thought about it? What I said?
[uuuururhgh, BLAMBLAMBLAM.]
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his gaze shifts from the screen to the remote control in badou’s hands--and back to the television right after. watching for what buttons cause which action, trying to figure out what the shit is the point of this game. not that he really expects much of a point. )
What you said about what?
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[hhhhuuurrrgghhhh, uuururghhh]
[BLAMBLAM. BLAMBLAMBLAMBLAM.]
Workin' together. Instead'a beatin' the stupid shit outta eachother.
[Heine sounds spaced out, and he wonders if it's better or worse; having to look after someone and worrying all the fucking time, or being without someone and -- worrying all the fucking time]
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( mostly. he still doesn’t trust badou--but badou sounds a lot more normal to him than most. and he’s tired and exhausted too exhausted for all of this.
how long has he even been here, shit.
after another moment -- )
All you do is kill them?
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[he's not sure who he thinks Heine is talking about at first, but the grunts and groans from the screen quickly inform him]
[oh]
Yah. What else would ya do with a zombie?
[the connection, tragically and ironically, isn't made -- he offers the controller out]
[on screen; I think there's someone trapped in the factory! I -- I heard screams! God save them!]
[but of course, there's no God in horror games (or other places); it's the player's job to show mercy, to dispense justice (or not)]
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and he starts moving the character--in the opposite direction of the factory. because where the fuck is the factory hell if he knows. )
'seems boring.
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[he seems to warm to the topic]
We got Resident Evil too, an' Amnesia. I don't really get Amnesia, there ain't no weapons, ya just gotta run from scary shit or it makes ya crazy. It's fuckin' annoyin' that ya can't shoot nothin'.
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Silent Hill?