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“Did’ja now?” Kerry genuinely didn’t know why that
was. He did say it was a weird ass hunch. Maybe it
was best not to pry. ...Maybe it was just a twin thing.
Noticed something fucked up in the force, ‘r
somethin’.
“I-- ah...” Fuck how was he supposed to say this?
His own gaze strayed slightly to look at V, seeing the
unsure look across her face. Poor kid was just in the
middle of this weird shit more than anyone else right
now. Kerry wondered how much she really knew
about what was goin’ down right now.
“Something really fucked up’s happened.” Vague.
Also not totally true. The worst of life had come and
gone without him ever making a call to Jack. But, this
was still pretty... ridiculous and almost unexplainable.
Fuck, maybe he should just cut to the chase.
“Jack, Johnny’s-- ... kinda alive. An’ askin’ for ya.”
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Walks in, clearly functioning only via caffeine and sheer fuckin' will. "...The hell is this accursed garbage?"
“Just the man I wanted t’see.” Johnny hopped up, plucking
the small can of Peeps Pepsi off the table and immediately
heading toward Jack with it.
“Shotgun it without bitchin’ and I’ll give ya 50 eddies. One
single ounce of whining and it goes down t’20.”
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“You’re really doin’ this, huh?”
He’d been observing it for a time. Initially it was through
V’s eyes, but now with a new body all his own, it was
hard not to let his gaze wander. Witnessing the goings
on of his best friend and brother.
It hadn’t been difficult to see in Kerry. He’d been staring
for a long time. Initially it was just him, though. Since
when had been interested in Jack for anything but
looking exactly like him? Bizarre. Absolutely fucking bizarre.
But, he didn’t want to talk about that with him. So, he’d
decided to pick Jack’s brain about it instead.
“Didn’t expect ya t’actually wanna stay here after... all’a
this was over with, but I guess you’ve got a new reason.”
With his gaze finally not hidden by his aviators, he’d
glance briefly toward Kerry as he was sleeping soundly
across one of the white couches. A little nap to help him
through the day, apparently.
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@sonxflight sent: ❛ you still have doubts about it, don’t you ? ❜ ( @ Johnny )
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“Of course,” Johnny expressed, looking to Jack. “Honestly,
just not sure whether I wanna put up with any’a this shit
with Universal again.” Universal had been pretty good to
Samural, but some of the bad shit had been really bad.
Kerry had already agreed. Whether he’d signed papers
yet or not, Johnny didn’t have a clue, but he did know
that a lot of Kerry’s deal was riding on Johnny’s as well.
Dual solo careers. Basically a double feature of the two
frontmen of Samurai. He could tell Kerry wasn’t thrilled
by it, but hadn’t refused the idea of it. But now Johnny
had to ask himself whether he was willing to do all of this
on his own now, rather than with the rest of the band
deal with it too.
“Not surprised Kerry already agree. Fuckin’ sellout was
already itchin’ to leave, even without Nance’s whole shit
goin’ on.”
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He’s still getting used to the new name, his new arm,
his new role. Despite his height, he’s not even 15 yet.
A 14 year old war veteran, a 14 year old guitarist.
His mind had been in shambles just a couple of short
weeks ago, and now he was starting a band with his
best friend.
Nothing is decided yet, but he’s looking forward to it.
It was something to keep his mind busy, at least. At
this point, he was just trying to figure out how to play
again with his new fingers. He’d been afraid of the
chrome making noises against the strings, but so far
there’d been little issue.
Maybe he could actually do this.
Johnny froze when he heard the apartment’s door,
He should’ve been thanking his lucky stars that he
wasn’t that great with his arm just yet, else he might
have just pierced through the fingerboard with his
metal fingers.
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He saw red, and then he saw red.
Dark, wide eyes were concealed by the aviators he wore.
Already, it felt all consuming. Teeth barred, grit down hard
as he’d glare down the motherfucker who’d dared to lay a
finger on Jack Linder in his presence.
The Hand took over. He was over the bastard, holding him
by his collar with his ‘ganic hand while his metal hand would
deal the blows. The guy was begging. Saying something.
Nothing was clicking, nothing was making it to Johnny’s ears.
The rage too much to refuse. The Hand always knew the
perfect time to show its face, to take over for the worst parts
nowadays.
His metal hand was covered in blood from the gonk’s broken
nose, and Johnny didn’t appear to show any signs of stopping.
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The unpredictability of Johnny’s mood swings had been
commonplace back in 2023. In V’s head, though, he’d
been strangely calm since that first initial dose of
blockers. Nothing had set him off into a rage like that
first one, or anything even close to it. He’d been snarky,
or even downright jovial. Bored, annoyed. He hadn’t
had a reason to get pissy since they’d decided to work
together on all of this.
Today, though, V woke up to Johnny fuming with rage.
For now, it didn’t seem like it’d been for much of any
reason whatsoever. They didn’t exactly purposefully go
snooping through each other’s thoughts, after all. So
for now, there he was. In the back of V’s head, a cloud
of rage swirling around them like a rain cloud.
“This place is such a fucking shit hole,” Johnny would
finally utter after an hour or so of silence. “With how
much this place has changed, it’s fucking infuriating to
see how much it really hasn’t.
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“Who the fuck asked for this? Sure as hell wasn’t
me, so I don’t have a clue why you’re saddlin’ me
with this shit.”
Peeps Pepsi and Peeps gummies. What a fucking
Easter treat. Johnny sneered at both of them,
nowhere near impressed with the idea of trying
either.
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@sonxflight sent: ❂ ( @ Johnny )
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He was beyond exhausted. The burn behind his eyes
was what was urging him to settle down. How long had
it been since he’d slept? Long enough that his head
was hurting. But there was still some things to be
done before then.
Johnny was brought back into awareness by Jack’s
touch. A careful thumb pressing against his cheek to
wipe some of the blood off of his face. It wasn’t all of
it, but it seemed like the effort was more related to
urging Johnny to come back to their level mentally.
They could wipe away the rest here in a minute.
Why was it there again?
Something had happened. Some fight, probably.
That’s usually how it went. Fuck, his head just wasn’t
there right now.
“We gonna eat ‘fore you ‘n’ Ker put me t’bed?” He
asked, half-sarcastic. It really did feel like they were
his caretakers by this point.
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@sonxflight sent: “That was really nice of you.” ( @ Johnny )
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“That surprised when I’m nice?” Johnny glanced back toward
Jack, eyes not visible but a slight quirk to his brow was.
It hadn’t been that much, he didn’t think. Just a quick chat
with a relatively young fan. They were sweet. A stupid,
innocent little thing. Johnny couldn’t bring himself to give
them his usual attitude and scowl. So he’d smiled for their
pic, gave up a few minutes of his time to talk to them. It
wasn’t much in his eyes. But it was everything to that fan.
Turning back around properly, he’d step back toward his
brother.
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@bellsliturgy sent: ❛ you have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into. ❜ (for johnny from v hee hee :)c)
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What the fuck was this guy even getting at?
His tone really pissed him off. Like this fucking baby of a
human being knew single thing about him or anything
that made him up. Sure, scour his memories and feel
what he’s feeling in certain moments, but he would never
be able to know what was going on in his head. He
wouldn’t understand any of this shit.
“Shut the fuck up before I knock your stupid ass out
again.”
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@sonxflight sent: ❛ i am this close away from strangling you. ❜ ( @ Johnny or Kerry, or even both sdfghjk )
“Don’t start in on that, Kerry gets off to it.” Johnny remarked,
and was quick to hear flustered sputtering coming from
behind him.
“What the fuck d’you mean, you do too!”
“Not when it’s my fuckin’ brother threatening it, dipshit.”
“Well, good. We’ve got that in common, then! ‘M not into it
when Jack’s threatenin’ me with it, either.”
“Don’t lie to the man.”
“I think I’m gonna join ya in strangling this mouthy dumbass,
Jack.” Kerry was definitely getting sick of this, face heating
up with embarrassment the longer Johnny went on about
all of this.
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@stellanimarum sent: "i made it up as i went along." Ves for Johnny or Kerry
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“Y’don’t fuckin’ say.” Seemed like that was about all he
knew how to do.
Y’know, as much as he hated Luka, at least that kid had
a little bit of brains to him. Must’ve absorbed the brain
cells from the people around him by osmosis or
something, because he sure as fuck didn’t get any of
his smarts from any school he’d gone to.
“I didn’t bitch a single time, either. Think that deserves a
smoke.” These fake things weren’t doing it for him. He
knew Ves had some on him. “By the time y’see Luka, the
smell’ll be gone. Definitely,” He assured.
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@sonxflight sent: "get the fuck outta here! i'll handle this!" ( @ Johnny )
“No fuckin’ way. If they wanted t’get t’Kerry Eu//rodyne so
goddamn badly, they’ll have t’get through Johnny-fuckin'-
Silv//erhand!”
Rage was blinding him like nothing else right now. A
protective rage for the first time in a long while. Kerry had
called them looking for help, terrified out of his mind.
Someone had broken into his apartment, and clearly he
trusted Johnny and Jack a whole lot more than he trusted
Trauma Team right now. They were closer, just a few
floors away.
Even still, they’d gotten there a touch too late. Kerry’d been
cut up a bit. Nothing lethal, but enough to make that rage
go over the edge. If Jack didn’t take care of this, it was more
than clear that Johnny was gonna end up killing this guy.
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@stellanimarum sent: ❛ i’m not sober enough to talk about this. ❜ Ves for Johnny
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“You’d actually wanna be sober for this? Your loss,
I guess.” Anything that came to Vesemir and Luka’s
arguing felt like it needed a fresh bottle of whiskey
for Johnny be able to make it through. Either those
two argued like spitting cats or fucked like rabbits--
not something he wanted to listen to regardless.
“How y’gonna calm fire crotch down this go around?”
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@neuroslayyer sent: ❛ what? no witty remark? nothing clever to say? ❜ for Johnny
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“Sad your personal soundboard is quiet for once?
Even I’m quiet sometimes. Just for a minute, though,”
Johnny remarked dryly, eyeing her dully. He almost
appeared bored, or even tired. Could a sequence
of 0s and 1s even get tired? Then again, if he could
feel that aching need for nicotine, he could probably
feel exhaustion, too.
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