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entrancelogs2016-08-10 09:43 am
suicidemission) wrote in entrancelogs2016-08-10 09:43 am
when words weigh heavy on the heart
Who: Chuck & You
Where: All around Genosha and Wonderland
When: Duration of the event and throughout August
Rating: PG-13, will update if necessary
Summary: Catch all for the event and August!
The Story:
Event;
Chuck spends most of his time training. He's a private guy, doesn't socialize much. He wants to be the best he can personally be, and that doesn't mean engaging in politics, of worrying about who has better genes.
Okay, maybe having super powers is pretty awesome, and that makes him cooler, but that doesn't mean all this 'anti-human' stuff is okay. If anything, the poor bastards need to be protected, not brought to heel. He can’t blame them for getting all pissed off and rebelling – if someone tried to put a leash on him or stir shit up, he’d be pissed too.
Chuck can be found in various locations around the city, grabbing breakfast as he leaves his apartment/room, though the most likely place that he can be found would be a mutant training facility, either sparring or in a blast box, letting hell break loose with his energy.
Wonderland;
He’s finally managed to get himself back into the pool so that he can swim laps. After his arrival where he’d nearly drowned, he had stayed as far away from the pool as possible, mostly because one near death experience on top of the other doesn’t do much good for a guys psyche. But he’s much better now in regards to that (other issues are questionable) and as such, he’s taken to swimming laps most mornings instead of running. He finds that while running is great, he isn’t fond of the impact on his spine, the way it reverberates throughout his entire body and makes his already aching joints worse. The pounding of feet on the ground does nothing for all the internal damage he’d sustained, and swimming is a better workout anyway. Most mornings he can be found in the pool, getting in or out, toweling off, or heading back to his room for a shower.
Chuck is also a big fan of the bar, the way it changes and how it seems to produce copious amounts of alcohol - good alcohol, at that. It’s in the evenings he’s there – not every evening, mind, he’s not an alcoholic, but often enough that a person could run into him a time or two. There’s a lot of insomniacs in Wonderland – Chuck being one of them – and he expects company. Maybe wants it, even.
The library is another place he frequents, spending his time in a quiet corner with Dante or Machiavelli. He doesn’t read a lot of fiction, but when he does, it’s high fantasy - Lord of the Rings kind of deal. He stays far far away from teen romance, and if he’s caught in the library he’ll be in a corner, alone, curled in a comfy chair with a huge encyclopedia of dragons.
Where: All around Genosha and Wonderland
When: Duration of the event and throughout August
Rating: PG-13, will update if necessary
Summary: Catch all for the event and August!
The Story:
Event;
Chuck spends most of his time training. He's a private guy, doesn't socialize much. He wants to be the best he can personally be, and that doesn't mean engaging in politics, of worrying about who has better genes.
Okay, maybe having super powers is pretty awesome, and that makes him cooler, but that doesn't mean all this 'anti-human' stuff is okay. If anything, the poor bastards need to be protected, not brought to heel. He can’t blame them for getting all pissed off and rebelling – if someone tried to put a leash on him or stir shit up, he’d be pissed too.
Chuck can be found in various locations around the city, grabbing breakfast as he leaves his apartment/room, though the most likely place that he can be found would be a mutant training facility, either sparring or in a blast box, letting hell break loose with his energy.
Wonderland;
He’s finally managed to get himself back into the pool so that he can swim laps. After his arrival where he’d nearly drowned, he had stayed as far away from the pool as possible, mostly because one near death experience on top of the other doesn’t do much good for a guys psyche. But he’s much better now in regards to that (other issues are questionable) and as such, he’s taken to swimming laps most mornings instead of running. He finds that while running is great, he isn’t fond of the impact on his spine, the way it reverberates throughout his entire body and makes his already aching joints worse. The pounding of feet on the ground does nothing for all the internal damage he’d sustained, and swimming is a better workout anyway. Most mornings he can be found in the pool, getting in or out, toweling off, or heading back to his room for a shower.
Chuck is also a big fan of the bar, the way it changes and how it seems to produce copious amounts of alcohol - good alcohol, at that. It’s in the evenings he’s there – not every evening, mind, he’s not an alcoholic, but often enough that a person could run into him a time or two. There’s a lot of insomniacs in Wonderland – Chuck being one of them – and he expects company. Maybe wants it, even.
The library is another place he frequents, spending his time in a quiet corner with Dante or Machiavelli. He doesn’t read a lot of fiction, but when he does, it’s high fantasy - Lord of the Rings kind of deal. He stays far far away from teen romance, and if he’s caught in the library he’ll be in a corner, alone, curled in a comfy chair with a huge encyclopedia of dragons.
bar
"I've never had one of those," he remarks when Chuck receives his latest order. "I keep meaning to try it, but I always end up ordering my old stand-bys. How is it?"
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"'S good. Mostly bourbon, but that's what a good old fashioned is, anyway."
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What a time to try something new but the present, though? York motions the bartender over, though he's not done with his whiskey sour, and orders an old fashioned.
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It'll be strong, so hopefully he likes that. It's mostly bourbon and bitters, a nice, strong sipping cocktail.
"Lemme know what you think."
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"I'd think if you were talking to Russians, they'd mostly be giving you vodka. But maybe those Russians had better taste." He takes a second sip. "This is good." Strong, but he's grown into a taste for liquor over the years.
mixing prompts you're not my mom
Some people are in the same boat as he is. A lot aren't. But the thing he likes and simultaneously hates about Chuck Hansen is how effortless he is. Effortlessly trained. Effortlessly skilled. Effortlessly blended into mutant culture. And they've somehow, through cutting words, painful fists and redemption under the heat of battle, managed to forge something of a rivaling friendship. And Raleigh likes that.
He likes that he has the option to not always be alone. He can have a friend-- well. Something close to that. He'd like to think friend. There's a chemistry there he isn't quite willing to explore in any other direction so when he seeks Chuck out it's under the guise of something other than simply wanting to be in his presence. He looks through the shelves of books in the facility library and ignores Chuck past a good natured hello and nod. He isn't 'here to see you, no way. He's here for a book of his own. Something terribly interesting to only him because he doesn't know anyone else all that interested in American History and that's fine. More for him.
Finally, Raleigh chooses a biography on President Taft and settles in a comfortable chair, even though he is hyper aware that he is potentially sitting in the middle of a firebomb deathtrap if he has a moment in here. He should get out as soon as possible and sit in the walk in fridge in the facility kitchen but.. its dark in there and he's lonely...
"Dante, huh" He eventually says, catching Chuck's reading material of choice. "Are you always so serious?" Christ, that's not an easy one.
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Like a biography on Taft is any easier to read. Jesus, Becket.
Chuck doesn’t hold any delusions that Raleigh wants anything to do with him beyond another presence in the room. He fully understands the want for silent company, the need for the companionship of another human being without actually having any interaction beyond reading twenty feet apart from one another. When Raleigh comes in, Chuck doesn’t look up. He doesn’t look up when Raleigh wanders around for a book, and he doesn’t look up when the older man finally settles down and starts to read.
They don’t have the best relationship. Raleigh’s a liability and Chuck is…well, Chuck, but together, in spaces like this, they coexist peacefully.
Until Raleigh opens his mouth and breaks the silence, that is.
Chuck finally looks up at him, expression startled, like he’s surprised that he’s being addressed.
“It’s a good read,” is all he says before glancing back down. “One of my favorites.”
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"Mm. I guess I never thought that'd be your kind of thing. You're right, though. It's good."
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"You've read it?"
He seems mildly surprised, but judging by his current book choice, maybe not so much.
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In school. Because he was forced to. But that doesn't seem like relevant information.
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"I like the Art of War, too."
He's picking at Chinese, because they say if you haven't read it in Chinese, then you haven't read the Art of War.
And of course Chuck is the kind of person that would take it as a personal challenge and throw himself into that kind of task.
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His expression flickers in annoyance.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
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He's not...completely sure if he should be offended or not. Hmm.
"..right. I mean..most of em, I guess. 'S good to do."
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"Pretty heavy reading." Though in hindsight he guesses maybe not for someone like Chuck.
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Keep laughing at him Raleigh. And people wonder why he's the best.
"I guess. That book you've got isn't exactly light."
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...Yeah this is sort of awkward. Just a little.
"So...tell me somethin' about it, then."
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"Six? Was he 200 kilos or something?"
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"Yeah, something like that."
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"Christ."
Like are you actually serious right now.
"Sounds like a fun read."
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"Better than dry facts, I guess."
Closing his book now, because Raleigh doesn't appear to be leaving. Plus, talking without fighting is nice.
"Can't read stuff like that."
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