all the highs and none the lows. (Earinor & Akira)

marquis · 16. April 2023, 19:08

m x m / slice of life / drama / romance
absolute anguish / the disasterduo strikes again
immorality / insanity / inability

x merely wanders the streets from time to time for his own amusement. They are dense and packed with all types of people, living their own lives, below buzzing wires, flickering neon lights and a harsh sun that fights those high skyscrapers every other day for a right to illuminate even the dirtiest parts of the city. Of course, x is no stranger to the seedy parts of town, especially not in a packed city - he knows where the rich and guilty meet, where they go for fun and where no soul would ever snitch on them. He's not one of them, many say, but does anyone know him? Oh, no, they definitely don't - their brains are jam-packed with gossip and rumors, surrounding just about anyone that never bothers to make friends with them, or talk more than necessary - and while x often frequents places he might not be welcome at, he seemingly doesn't care. Why wouldn't he be welcome just about anywhere?

As he quite literally stumbles into one of the worse establishments in downtown, a bonafide brothel, he is searching for nothing but a night of fast thrills and hard falls; just any other whore will do, he thinks, as he's ushered into a room with y, who sells his body for nothing more than a pretty penny. Sure, any other whore will do, that's what x said, but all in all, he meant a fine woman, with curves and plump lips and all, not a scrawny man that, all in all, is nothing more than a damned twig - and yet, he gives him a shot, despite his initial uneasiness - after all, he paid for him, for a night of joy, a way to forget himself. As x indulges, he finds it rather hard not to enjoy himself, so much so that he almost promises y to come back for another night, at some point. Naturally, he's met with encouragement from y, who's about as eager to meet him again, as he was to see him for the first time. Too bad for x, who's none the wiser but much more charmed after single night, that y is still a whore - one that tells him whatever he wants to hear, while x's heart melts in the palms of his hands -, and too bad, that y has merely been tasked with keeping tabs on x, whom his boss isn't exactly fond of. why? Well, x will have to sing eventually.

x = @Earinor / y = @Akira

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Earinor · 16. April 2023, 21:10

Name: Kosuke Arai

Age: 25

Height: 184cm

Background: Kosuke joined the Yakuza when he was still in his teens. It was happenstance, nothing more. He grew up in a shady part of Osaka and with a poor family he didn't have many options. He would like to say that he climbed his way up, but he barely did. He wasn't the lowest scum there was, but he'd barely seen the top. He was tasked with collecting money from debtors or shops the Yakuza 'protected', or he'd stay watch somewhere for far more important people. Outside clubs, or outside doors of important peoples offices. Lately he got more jobs like that, but it wasn't very exciting and truth be told, he himself always wondered if he'd be able to live a law abiding life. Lately this question grew louder and louder, but there was no way out. He knew as much. Not only did the Yakuza bait normal citizens with loans and other deeds, it was also the way to keep their own close. He'd never have the money to just leave. He was stuck and all in all it was fine as long as he lay low. He was good at laying low.

Trivia: Kosukes calm and mostly silent exterior granted him some form of weird respect amongst his superiors. They like him around to stand guard. He never speaks during his shifts, not even on his breaks and seldomly was he seen with someone one could call a friend. He generally seems like the guy who'd not spill any secrets, because one he knew his place and two, who would he talk to?
He lives in a small one room apartment right above a grocery store. The owner likes him somehow and the rent is cheap. He doesn't need much and he only goes there to sleep anyway.
He usually spends his time alone. He has a few people who would call him a friend and sometimes he joins them for a drink or two after work. Mostly he drinks by himself and gets his mind off of things by enjoying the company of a woman or two.
Besides the grocery store owner he knows no one that's not somehow involved with the mafia.

Looks:

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marquis · 16. April 2023, 23:19

Name: Gin Osugi
Age: 23 years young
Height: 174cm

Background: Born in the countryside of the Kumamoto Prefecture, Gin can call himself a certified country bumpkin, if it weren't for his upbringing. His parents weren't always there, that much is for sure, but while he spent a lot of time with his grandmother, she always told him they were doing it for his education. In the end, she was quite right, as little Gin had a home tutor, instead of attending the local kindergarden or elementary school - even in secondary school, he mostly spent time at home, with few stints to the school in the next town over to take a few tests here in there. It all culminated when he graduated from highschool with flying colors and his parents, already aware that he'd look for more opportunities to further his education, sent him to Tokyo, once he got accepted into university. Thing is, Gin was never good in social scenarios, loathed any kind of exams and generally was more used to laidback learning - he got in, but he pretty much dropped out during his first semester, as soon as he realized that it wasn't for him; sure, he was smart enough to qualify for another, somehow, but he also started going to classes less and less, found friends in the wrong crowd and eventually was coaxed into taking drugs with them. He still doesn't know how he got into that, why he let it happen, really, but it did, and as naive as he was back then, he didn't just do it once. Eventually, it wound up being a full-blown addiction, combined with a need for money, while he had abandoned all contact with his parents, who were starting to question him about his ridiculous spending habits and missing report cards. All faith they had put into him culminated, when the young man eventually found himself in quite the delicate position, as he tried to scam a much older man out of his money. Of course Gin was found out, but of course, a youngster like him had a bright future ahead; the guy he tried to scam liked him, for some reason, and offered him that he could pay him back instead and he'd not mention this little problem of theirs to the authorities - Gin agreed, not knowing what he got himself into when he started working in the brothel, but soon enough, it mattered little. His boss helped him to get clean, yet, made him financially depend on him - and Gin, as he is and was, still works for him, a few years later, only half-enjoying all the benefits he earns. Wasn't this supposed to be over eventually? And yet, it never is.

Trivia:
- Gin isn't a redhead naturally, possibly, but rather dyes his hair every other week, mostly by himself. Of course, that doesn't mean his hair is exactly the healthiest, but as long as it looks pretty, he doesn't have a problem with that.
- While he greatly enjoys his social life, his boss and his work leave him little freedom. Therefore, he often enough finds himself cancelling pre-planned events he had agreed upon with his friends ages ago, simply to 'pick up a shift' or spend time with his boss who, despite everything, also seems to be quite into him.
- He's more prone to couchsurfing at whatever acquaintances place that he has, currently he rents out a rather affordable two-room apartment. Not that he's there all that often - after all, he's pretty much always at work, but he still enjoys interior decorating a lot. And plants. Tons of plants. And cute stationery.