MCS || Lycus's Flat

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Lycus's flat is located in one of the worst parts of the city. Not quite in the Heart of the Slums, where he grew up, but not in a much better location. There is a small, worn mattress in a corner and the barest of supplies in the miniature kitchen even though he is able to cook for himself. He has a couple sketches and photographs of Lyria around. Other than that, his flat is generally one of the smaller ones and rather empty, unclean, and in ill-repair. Sometimes, he doesn't have enough money to pay for his electricity.

Roleplay!

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Lionel had finally found a place with an open room and cheap enough for him to afford at the moment. He'd been working on packing what little he had gathered over the months after getting that factor job all morning and was just finally transferring them into the building. It was a shit hole, he had to admit but it was much better than living on the street so he couldn't complain. He'd gone around to the neighbouring rooms to inform them about him moving in, so they wouldn't complain about the noise and get him kicked out or something, though the owner to the room right next to his was absent so he hoped they didn't come back until he finished, he really rather not to anyone else today. Lionel had the door to his flat wide open since he had been moving his things into the hallway from downstairs and then gradually transferring it into his room. Most of the stuff he was moving around was new, having been aware he had needed things for his new flat. Besides the whole process kept him busy, something he'd regularly forced himself to be so he wouldn't think, he wouldn't remember and he wouldn't break down.
Lionel exited his flat, glancing at the few boxes he had left to move into the flat before he went to the one furthest away and lifted it up easily. The older man was built, with the work at the factor he'd burned off most of his beer gut he'd gotten after he'd becoming heavily dependent on alcohol. Not to mention the general working out he occasionally did when he had nothing else to occupy his time and needed the distraction.
Lionel held the larger, heavy box, which he assumed held some sort of appliance that he'd purchased and began making his way to the door to his flat.

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Lycus was slinking toward his own flat. Really, literally, slinking. He was hoping to avoid attention. Today . . . today had been an emotional whirlwind, as bad as it ever got. And Krissy pushing, well that hadn't helped him in the least. He ignored how puffy and red his arms were still. He'd already forgotten, and the itching sensation, well, that he could ignore with very little issue. His mind was so far elsewhere that he'd scarcely noticed when he'd tripped and slid down about five stairs on his way up to his own floor. He might notice later, when he bumped the bruise into something else. A firm scowled was fixed on his face, and he wrung his hands together as if unsure what to do with them. He never really did, but now his motions were subconsciously frantic. Nervous about something or maybe just sort of lost, trying to find a way. Lycus didn't notice this either. He just fought back the tears -- not that he gave a shit where he cried.

He sighed heavily and then blinked as he noticed a new person in his hallway. In the hallway right near his door. And rationality vanished. "What do you want?!" he snapped loudly, eyeing the other man's boxes with the utmost suspicion. His eyes darted back and forth between the boxes and the man. What was the stranger doing here? Anattackattackattackattackattack Lycus tensed and balled his fists. Finally, they had stopped moving, halted by the power of his irrational defensive anger.

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Lionel was making his way past his neightbor's door when he heard a voice from behind him snap at him. Lionel paused, schooling his features to cover his cringe. He was assuming this person was his new neighbor and he'd really been hoping they'd return once he finished moving his boxes. Can't be helped now though. Lionel turned around to face the person belonging to the voice and ended up just staring for longer than a moment.
The woman looked like a mess, thought in the nicest way possible, but it was obvious that shit had kinda gone down and it was taking a toll on her. From what he could see, her arms looked red, maybe a bit puffy even, clothes dischelved but what made Lionel both uneasy and feeling the need to comfort in someway was the tears glistening in his neighbor's eyes. What also drew his attention was how defensive she had positioned herself, hell she looked pissed for a better word.
Lionel eventually found his voice and spoke, "I don't want anything, I'm moving in," he stated, getting straight to the point as quickly as he could. Lionel didn't necessary enjoyed talking a lot. Lionel then gestured to the open door to his flat, a little bit a head but past his new neighbor's door.

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Lycus's scowl deepened,his brow furrowed. It was his eyes that gave his anger away the most. Dark brown, they burned with the heat of a thousand suns and more fury than a storm. Getawaygetawaygetaway He hissed. whywhywhywywhywhy? "Why? Trying to spy on me?" Lycus took a step closer, looking the other man up and down as if trying to read him. He bared his teeth as he did this, and his eyes held what appeared to be cunning gone mad. He shook his head in a way that might have come off as almost disdainful on anyone else. Just bitter here. Lycus could believe the man an assassin or something, but he couldn't bring himself to care. Not even remotely. "Everyone wants something. It's what makes everyone shit." His nostrils flared, and it was unclear even to Lycus whether he'd try to attack the man or not. Eventually, Lycus diverted his attention to the flat the man was moving into. Lycus hated that flat with a passion, and not because of the other man. The man who'd lived there before this newcomer had scared the shit out of Lycus. Maybe that was because it'd housed one of his worst clients. He made a gagging sound and fell to his knees and dry-heaved. It was unclear if this, too, were just some sort of demented act or actually true.

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Lionel felt like he was interacting with a caged animal, a pissed off feline to be exact. Lionel wasn't surprised, thrown off or offended by the woman's reaction to him, many people had worse. He tended to ignite the worse reactions from people just from his appearance, it was something he'd accepted long ago. It wasn't something he could change nor wanted to. It kept people away, it kept him protected since he really, generally couldn't hurt a fly. He hated killing, he was forced to do so much of it before, he'd killed his own child. He couldn't subject himself to that again, he refused, even if it was as small as a fly.
Lionel raised a brow when she accused him about spying on her. Why would anyone spy on her or was she just paranoid? Lionel didn't flinch or generally react when the she took a step towards him. He just kept his gaze on her, his stance relax and didn't make any movements besides the automatic ones. He let her snap at him, not really effected by it, he'd been called worse and met more vicious people. "I don't know why you think I'd be here to spy on you, but I'm not," he stated, though he felt like she probably wouldn't believe him with whatever he said. He found no point of saying he only wanted a cheap place to sleep.
Suddenly the chick was on her knees and dry-heaving. Lionel had his box down immedaitely and hovered a good distance away, cautious since his neightbor seemed quite hostile. "I have some tea...." he muttered, not knowing what else to say, how to comfort or make sure the girl was okay besides mentioning the tea that may settle his stomach...? Lionel obviously was not good at interacting with other people.

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"So you want to poison me then?!" Lycus snapped, staring up at the intruder defensively. Still looking like he might retch, he scrambled backward, away from that flat. Lycus was definitely not being rational, but then, when was he? He was always prone to overreaction, now more so than ever in the past -- and that was saying something. It wasn't because the man looked scary. Actually, Lycus wouldn't admit to that having been his first thought on anyone. He just generally assumed the worst. Despite the kindness of few, his teen-aged and early twenties had damaged him, made him automatically see enemies. It was another symptom of just how broken, how lost, he was on the inside. His lip was curled up in half a snarl. He forced himself up to his feet. Nonononononononononnonononono He flattened himself against the wall across from the other man. He knew it was illogical, especially since there were doors on this side too. He couldn't go home, though, not while the man was here. He could not let him know where he lived. He brought his arms into his view. The skin on the forearm was in terrible shape, in truth. The skin was swollen from all his scratching, and there was blood smeared from where he'd scratched until skin had come up. But the pain . . . it felt nearly like redemption, just the tiniest morsel of it. He swallowed thickly, his breath catching in his throat. Almost reverently, he ran a hand down the damaged flesh, staring in awe. A smile nearly graced his lips.

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Lionel backed away immediately after the accusation, "if you don't want some tea then you should have just said so," he grumbled under his breath, shoving his hands into his pockets and looked at the terrified girl. He could see a fucked up person when he saw one, this chick seemed mentally out of there, overly paranoid as well. By the looks of her arms it wasn't only effecting her life in a mental way, but it was effecting her physcially. This person had probable gone through more shit than Lionel could ever imagine, and he'd experience horrible, horrible things in his life. Done even worse. He felt that everything that happened to him and he'd done had nothing on this kid though.
Lionel would be the last one to push the girl into anything, he knew quite well that it didn't work, nor did being alone to your thoughts but it was obvious the kid wanted him away as soon as possible. "You should take care of your arm," was all Lionel said after before he turned away from the girl, picked his box back up and proceeded to carry it past the closed door of his neighbour's flat and into his own. Unfortunately for Lycus, he exited once again to pick up another box and continued this repetitious action. He kept his distance from the kid, knowing it wouldn't help with whatever he was feeling and currently facing. He just kept to his own, focusing on taking all his boxes out of the hallway and into his new flat. After that Lionel knew he would have to work on unpacking which would take a lot time. Fortunately it meant he wouldn't be given much time at all to think or remember his past. Lionel did have to wonder though, if his interaction with this neightbor would ever get better or if this hostility he recieved woild always stay. It would be a hassle to make an effort to avoid the kid as they came and went.

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The other man's comment about the arm earned him a glare and a sneer. Lycus hid his arm behind his back, scraping it on the rough surface of the wall behind him. It hurt and reopened some of the scratches. He barely noticed it. He was too focused on the scattered thoughts through his head: half evaluation of the threat the other man posed and half-broken thoughts about Lyria. LyriaLyriaLyriaLyriaLyria -- the person that could bring him salvation or truly raze everything he'd ever been. His lip curled up in a snarl, but the snarl was more disgust at himself than actual animosity. He tilted his head to the side, his eyes widening. The man disappeared into the flat, that despicable place. He took a hesitant step toward his own flat, though every part of him wanted to runrunrunrun.

He considered moving to his own flat quickly, but then the man came back out, and that thought was quickly removed from his mind. He couldn't go to his flat watched like this. Still, his dark eyes couldn't help a leery look over at his door and then back at that man.

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Lionel wasn't ignorant to the woman's gaze on him from time to time as he entered and exited the flat. He could tell the kid just wanted to get into the safety of her own flat. Lionel paused for a moment when he picked up one of the last boxes in the hallway. He looked directly at the girl. She seemed so... he couldn't put his finger on it, but he remember seeing something similar to the look in her eyes, the self loathing, something Lionel knew well enough about.
"I'll be out of your way soon, sorry for the inconvience," Lionel grumbled, his tone low and some would characterize as cold and harsh but it wasn't how Lionel meant for it to come across. Without another word he continued to set the rest of his boxes into his apartment and finally he picked up the last one, glanced around to make sure he didn't forget anything before he moved to go back into his new flat, putting the box down along side the others and returned to the door. He glanced over at the girl, "have a good day," he muttered with a slight nod before he shut the door, not bothering to lock it. Lionel then sighed and turned to face the boxes that he needed to empty and out away. He had the remaining three days of his leave to clean, unpack and get everything organized before he had to go back to work. He was going to start tomorrow cause he was already exhausted.

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Lycus nodded slowly although he did not fully believe the other man. He just wanted the other man gone. He wasn't willing to trust the other man's words, but fuck, did he want to. Lycus stood frozen as he anxiously waited for the man to be done. It felt like all the blood was thrumming through his veins. When the man entered his flat for what seemed like the final time in that moment, Lycus breathed a deep sigh of relief. Gonegonegonegonegonegonegonegonegonegonegonegonegone, his mind chanted. One eye snapped shut in his relief -- the other eye stayed open because he did not trust his own safety in this area at all. Not when the fact he was once a whore was generally common enough knowledge. The thought made him shudder, like he wanted to crawl out of his own skin. Would that he could really, but he couldn't. He looked down as his arms, abused as they were by his own filthy emotions. He didn't acknowledge the final words the other man said to him, not beyond hearing them. He certainly did not respond. He stared at the door a moment (after having wrenched his attention from his arms). Deciding the coast was clear, he slunk back to his own flat.

END

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