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Ah, fuck. As if it trying to hack through the permafrost with only a shitty collection of tools, half of which he'd swiped from his own garage and were not intended for any purpose outside of repairing broken motorbikes, hadn't been enough of a headache, they'd been caught in the act. Just their fucking luck that, after scouting out the cemetery for hours to ensure nobody was around, someone would show up right as the pair got to work. “Stop shining that fucking thing in my eyes,” Kael groaned half-heartedly, tossing aside the shovel he'd been gripping and leaving it to make a loud and unpleasant clanging sound as it hit the ice. It was only once his eyes had adjusted to glare from the torch that he finally placed the intruder's identity. “Oh, hey Marisol,” is what he chose to say instead, opting for a cheery greeting that clashed quite terribly with both the look of horror written across Marisol's face and the creeping sense of dread crawling up from the pits of his own gut. Somehow, he doubted the fact he was friends with her brother wasn't enough to help him save face here. “I know this looks...strange but we're just, uh...defrosting something, honest.” Technically speaking, this was not untrue. He nudged Bastian in the side with his elbow. “Ain't that right?”

( @nosilhovette )

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If Marisol could be counted upon for anything, it was following through with her promises. When Cyrek had tumbled in through her front door and she nursed him back to a state where he could return in better health to his spouse and children, she knew what she needed to do — no matter how many warnings need be heeded, she was going to sniff out the culprit and see that they remained in binds for the rest of their days. It's what such a lowlife deserved for tormenting her family, who had all done questionable things, yes, but none of whom deserved that kind of disrespect and brutal upheaval of grief. She equipped a bulky flashlight, steadying it like a camera on her shoulder as she crept through the woods so that she could approach her brother's gravesite. When she crossed the threshold through the tree line, she found herself stuck in place as the blinding light of her torch caught on two figures hacking at the permafrost serving as a barrier to a grave. "What the fuck are you doing?" she spoke up loudly, her voice echoing throughout the cemetery as wide eyes looked upon them, horrorstruck. While it hadn't been her own brother's grave they were defacing, it was someone's, and that hadn't been permissible in her book.

#« 𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥 » / 「 replies. 」 #« 𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥 » / 「 & marisol. 」 #« 𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥 » / 「 & bastian. 」 #hopefully it's not weird kael knows who marisol is since he IS good friends with cyrek hehe #also hopefully this is works! i didn't wanna delve into the actual plot TOO fast so everyone got a chance to set up <3

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“Huh, that so? Guess I wouldn't know, the stuff just tastes like dirt to me,” Kael said, with a shrug. Never having been much of a sweet tooth to begin, it was not the bitterness of coffee that bothered so much as the earthy taste. Any drink he'd encountered that sought to balance that taste was, again, far too rich and dessert-like for his liking. Still, it wasn't like he could claim his own decision to avoid coffee was the healthier one, not when he so often turned to energy drinks to wake him up. “I'll just take a Coke.” At least, if he didn't wind up drinking it, Hana would. Kael's gaze scanned along the length of the glass counter, landing on both options as they were named. The mention of messiness made Kael wince, even without realising. Hana was just about old enough now that messy foods weren't as much of a concern but he'd certainly paid his dues where cleaning up after were concerned. “Kid's seven so I think I'll risk the cupcake,” he nodded. “Sorry to go against your warning. So, that's the gift box, a Coke, and the cupcake. Not too tall an order this time of day, I hope?”

Jaye looked at him with a small smile and a little nod. "I understand, we do have teas and hot chocolate if that is more your style or water or a soda. I have been trying to take myself off of coffee, I drink too much of the stuff, I think once you drink too much of it, you start to get a distaste for it." She found herself drinking more tea, it seemed to do her better and in her mind it tasted a bit better too. "Oh well the most popular items are a tie. There are the chocolate cupcakes, because they are double chocolate chip so kids love them. The second is our iced donuts with sprinkles on top, we have a couple of options for them. In my opinion, they are both pretty good, but the donuts are the less messy option if I am being honest."

#« 𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥 » / 「 replies. 」 #« 𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥 » / 「 & jaye. 」

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#« 𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥 » / 「 visuals. 」 #i just personally think he is soooo pretty #my beloved <3 #anyway this is so kael-coded besides the hair colour mwah

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“Yeah, that'll be because I am the boys,” said Kael, trying not to sound too exhausted by the whole thing. He was, to put it in basic terms, the gang's in-house mechanic. It was tricky work but he tolerated it because it satisfied his need to stay busy. “But I drove into shit – literal shit, not an exaggeration -- and that's where I draw a line. Besides, after seeing the absolute fucking state some of that lot's bikes, I'm not letting them put a hand on mine.” It was important to recall, here, that Kael had not even been a Bastard a whole year yet. Suffice to say, he had seen Some Shit. By contrast, the times he'd worked on Taka's bike had been a breath of fresh air, even if just the flashy sports bike was always an interest change of pace from the usual bruised and beaten street bikes. Still, he'd never quite brought himself to admit he wasn't a licensed, or even trained, mechanic. He knew what he was doing, sure, and he'd always been able to pick up on new skills quickly enough but it still felt a tad disingenuous. (Thankfully, as far as guilt-inducing acts went, this one fell low enough on Kael's list that it wasn't eating him up.)

“Try me,” he said, wearing a casual grin, “I've jumped back from a lot worse.” Some days, he was mystified by the fact he was still all in one piece. His eyes fell on the scattering of cigarettes he'd left in the snow-tipped grass. Lost causes, the whole lot. “If you've got a light going spare,” said Kael, accepting Taka's offer with a casual shrug. The idea of telling her that she was a lifesaver, for his sanity was hanging on by a thread, felt a bit much. Kael didn't go for all that. "I ain't saying no. Been a rough fucking morning."

Six and a half feet of beanstalk leaned up against the side of the dark blue Nismo 400R—only one of a handful of rides with Taka's name on the title—and aphotic kobicha-colored eyes appraised Kael and his predicament. Most others unfamiliar with the fathomless, cutting gaze ended up being intimidated or unsettled, which didn't bother her; and it also rendered any dirty looks against her as impervious. "How in hell you end up over here, mate?" Aussie baritone commented as monotone as ever. "Thought you'd be havin' your boys scrubbing your bike up." Taka's alignment with the gang was probably about as casual as an outsider would be, based entirely off of proximity and a deeply personal friendship with its leader. If there was a Friends and Family card for the Bastards, she probably would have received the first one. She'd taken her own Kawasaki Ninja to be maintained and cleaned up at the gang shop multiple times (always leaving a meaty tip for everyone she saw). "Might not be able to get back up on 'er if you eat shit on the pavement too hard, though." Regardless of any shit-talking, Taka had already decided to pay for whatever Kael's bike needed. "You right, mate? Need a light?"

#« 𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥 » / 「 replies. 」 #« 𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥 » / 「 & taka. 」 #ahshdhdh honestly i don't think the uk is that different in that regard so Kael Gets It #also he has kind of a blunt sense of humour so none of this bothers him SHSHHHD

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“Right, well, you'll just have to forgive me for not accepting the help you didn't offer me,” said Kael, with a mock-apologetic wave of his hand, the one that wasn't busy pressing a paper napkin to his mouth. He was not too stubborn and prideful to accept help that was given freely but he would never beg for it. The frustration continued to bubble inside of him, burning away in his gut, so he pressed down hard on his lip and immediately winced against the shooting pain. Yet, it had had the desired effect and hissing through the sting of it had been a good enough release. One of these days, he was just going to have to buy a stress ball or something.

Kael gave him a brief look up and down, rolled his eyes and then gave his lip one final wipe before replacing the tissue with one of his surviving cigarettes. The rest could stay forgotten on the ground, the snow and dirt had already soaked them through. “Doubt it,” he said, lighting up the cigarette with a shrug and taking a long, disinterested drag. “I have standards.” Perhaps he ought to have played along but he was already in a sour mood and was feel particularly petty. He wasn't trying to get a rise out of this guy or pick a fight. A concerning amount of the fights he'd picked in his life had been accidental, the result of him running his mouth without thinking. “Guys who need to brag are usually disappointing.” With that, he threw up his hand in a thumbs-down motion and stuck his tongue out the upper corner of his mouth.

Benny looked around. Nobody was paying either of them much attention, just happily ignoring whatever conversation they had going on. Smart move. Maybe he shouldn’t have laughed, but it just looked so silly. He shrugged. “No? Well, your loss, I got alcohol wipes and bandages if you’d needed them.” And he would’ve given them. Not right away, certainly, and the other probably didn’t even need them. Instead, he simply continued leaning against his car and took a hit from the cig he had. He felt like maybe if he did help out the other, he’d be winning something. He felt like he should probably offer those wipes and maybe pick up the smokes, if not for the further jabs. 

He grinned. “Sometimes yeah, depends on the situation,” he threw back. He figured he should just roll with it, it would be much easier to deal with this idiot that way, give them what they wanted. “Not this one though. Even if I’d totally make your shitty day much better,” he said with a wink.

#« 𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥 » / 「 replies. 」 #« 𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥 » / 「 & benny. 」 #crude tw #self harm tw #(not really but just tagging to be safe agdshsh)

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Kael's eyes washed over the vehicle that had tripped him, with its shiny new body and expensive branding. Although he knew it was his own fault he'd fallen, it almost seemed a pointed joke that some grand display of wealth sat at the heart of this. A string of relevant complaints had already lined themselves up in his head, ready to be spat out like venom and the first retaliation thrown his way, but the reaction he did receive was not what he'd expected. Whatever had been in his head before had been obscured in the misty cloud of embarrassment, the kind one felt upon realising they'd snapped at someone who had no malice to share in return. Instead, he could only let out a thin sigh, his shoulders falling in defeat. Kael had always been good at picking fights, although he rarely started them or threw the first punch (largely on principle), but he'd always made a point of dropping it when it wasn't truly deserved. He would have wondered if he looked as dishevelled as he felt but all it had taken was a single glance into her windscreen to confirm those worries.

“Nothing to look at here,” Kael muttered, instinctively poking at the cut on his lip. Once he'd realised what he was doing, he inspected his thumb and frowned at the small puddle of blood that had gathered under the nail. With almost impeccable timing, she offered up a package of bandaids and it took too much of his willpower not to roll his eyes at the peaceful bear gracing the pack. He didn't have the sort of fragile ego that drove him away from cute things and, if these had been cat-themed instead, he might have even been secretly quite pleased--- but raising an eight year old meant he was a little fatigued on the whole Disney thing. “You want me to put a plaster on my lip?” he asked, with a short laugh. It wasn't unkind, even if he was poking fun at the idea. “Y'know, there are politer ways to tell me to shut my gob.”

Despite her image being heralded by the press as the girl-next-door, Kittiya Saelim would never quite live up to the label when the cameras weren't rolling. The car she had been driving was new — a gift from her father, most likely equating to three year's worth of the average family's annual income — but her upkeep of the vehicle was abyssal at best; on the simple basis that she'd never had to take care of her own assets. Even getting gas had been a learning curve ( weren't there supposed to be attendants? ) , much less the light on her dashboard that had turned on earlier in the day. So she had gone with the solution that her family used much too often — getting somebody else to figure it out.

She had been waiting for her turn at the Elephant's Trunk ( did they fix cars? she wasn't sure, but the car that blinked alongside their sign was unmistakable ) when a stranger crashed straight into her vehicle.

Curiously, Kitty stepped out of the driver's seat; just in time to hear the acid dripping from his tone.

"I'm looking at you." Her reply was cheerful; airy, even, and without any trace of sarcasm. What was it people often said? Kill them with kindness. But no — her approach was more along the lines of kill them with blindness — in which she pretended not to notice the stranger's sour mood altogether. Kitty shuffled around in her bag, expression only brightening further when she managed to fish out a pack of wrapped bandages whose neon color could be seen even through the packaging. "Bandaid?" Winnie the Pooh bandaids, to be exact.

#« 𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥 » / 「 replies. 」 #« 𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥 » / 「 & kittiya. 」

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QUICK KAEL EDITS ( 02 / ?? )

i'm putting this one out here as a very absolute reference for how kael is supposed to look & how i need everyone to picture him in their mind's eye <3 the hair, the makeup, the outfit (especially the amount of holes) and jewellery, the build (i.e; his body i guess!) and even the posture & expressions. the whoooooole thing, VERY on-brand for kael! so please free to use this as a fun little visualiser, if you may (also have to add: using a microphone as a bottle opener is extremely kael-coded hehe)

#« 𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥 » / 「 visuals. 」 #IDK IF THIS IS NECESSARY BUT I'M VERY PARTICULAR ABOUT HOW KAEL LOOKS :') #he is so pretty to meeeee <3 #these are not my favourite gifs i've made but i had to keep them under the size limit #giffed these straight from my own dvd rips (wipes brow)

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“Same way I manage to drive into reindeer shit earlier,” Kael grumbled, brushing himself down with both hands (and accidentally managing to shake a further two cigarettes free from the carton; he was choosing to ignore this for his own sanity). “I don't have a good answer.” Any other day, he might have paid more attention to Cyrek's send-off of the stranger with wandering eyes, might have even waved them off with a smug little grin on his face, but today, he was too busy inspecting a small gash on his palm and wincing pathetically to himself for all that. There shouldn't have been a lot that could have snapped Kael back to full focus or kicked away the haze that had been clouding his mind all morning but, somehow, Hana had pulled it off, all without being anywhere near him. With eyes wide and brows furrowed, Kael watched Cyrek's face for any signs of a joke, although it was already obvious he wouldn't find a damn thing.

It wasn't a surprise that this was news to Kael. He hadn't been home all day and, even when the mobile phones were still working, he was never much good at answering his anyway. Maybe it was the paranoia of being found by someone trying to hunt him down or maybe it was just a strong desire to be left the fuck alone but Kael didn't go out of his way to make himself very easy to contact. Unfortunately, the image of his daughter with her head stuck between fence poles wasn't much of a surprise either. Shoulders slumping, Kael let out a heavy sigh. “Of course she fucking has.” And, then, his eyes fell on the stick of butter. Prodding a black-lacquered nail in its direction, he said, “And that had better be a last resort.” As time went on, Hana was really proving to take after him. Although he'd known her for years before she'd wound up in his custody, he couldn't say if this had always been the case and that they shared a natural knack for getting into trouble or if this was just his influence. The only trouble was she wasn't half as introverted and didn't seem to possess the same quietness he had done as a child. The result was a child who refused to be held back by the fear of looking stupid.

“Sorry, mate, not for free,” said Kael, stone-faced. “Gotta buy me dinner first. Or at least a new pack of fags.” Then, finally, he flashed Cyrek a grin. It was the sort of grin worn by someone who was quite content with being annoying. Even before Cyrek could finish his next remark, Kael had swung open the car door. And then, letting out a short hissed 'ah, fuck', he shoved it closed, strode over to the other side of the car and threw open that door before climbing into the passenger seat. Because he'd been relying on the bike for so much of his travel since coming to Anchorage and in spite of the fact he had no trouble driving on the correct side of the road, he'd yet to fully get the hang of what side the steering wheel was on. The mix-up required no explanation, he was certain his Mancunian friend would get the idea.

Sat in a position that left him half-hanging off the seat, Kael rummaged messily through the glove box until he found the handkerchief and then waited for Cyrek to get in the truck to add, “Bet they'll love seeing me with blood all over my teeth.” They would certainly cut a strange image upon their eventual arrival; Cyrek in his stage get-up, armed with a stick of butter, and Kael with a burst lip, looking like he hadn't slept in weeks. Not that it bothered him in the least. He held the fabric to his lip and finally sat in his seat properly, turning to Cyrek with a playful grin on his face, no mind paid to the fact it only made his lip sting. His own speak of bets had sparked something. “Oi, how much you wanna bet this whole thing was a dare?”

"How'd you manage to trip on my truck, cunt?" The snark fell flat as the toe of his Steel Rangers came into view of the fallen tail gunner, the door of the bashed-up, thrice-bandaged truck ajar. A middle finger was held up in the direction of the unwitting soul Kael had managed to harp on in the past five seconds alone, optimistic of warding the innocent bystander to scurrying off in the opposite direction when they digested the prospective view of two punks duking it out. Of course, this was simply Cyrek's manner of operative. ( What he needed most in life was words of affirmation attesting his meaning to others, for one who stubbornly rejected the norm to sneer in the face of his own camaraderie — Then again, his entire handbook on how to love have been spoonfed with powdered arsenic from the second he was given a bottle of the formula shit instead of a teat to suck on. )

His bassist was already on the mend of finding his footing, saving the vocalist the trouble of extending a hand, for the one devoid of vulgar gesture was holding taut to a stick of butter. Fingernails were hardly making an imprint in the frozen block of goat's dairy, hard enough to club someone over the head with, surely. "You mind leavin' your steel horse with the room service here and hoppin' in my death trap? 'Cause they rung me at the lounge a quarter past to tell me your kid's got her head shoved between the railin' and Soomi 's not far behind. I got you and this stick of butter to get her out." Shaking the makeshift weaponry in his hand, knots in his forehead softened considerably. "Weren't urgent, they tried Evie first," Cyrek added, rolling his eyes to himself as he ignored surrounding patrons to shove his hand underneath his own plaid skirt to undo his thong from wedging halfway up his arse crack ( despite his assurances, he had rushed over, and didn't delay it to root through his locker for his sweats — the same skirt he'd worn for stage would do ), "But she's, y'know, on thin ice at the Milk Bar."

Toiling with the open side of his sleeveless tank top, he cocked a brow and pointed a thin finger to the glaring abrasion on Kael's face. The outline of a swollen bruise protruded the corner of his own mouth in spite of layering foundation, parallel remnant of his latest scrap ( with another human being, he'd contest ) outside the Scaredy Cat, would've made them look like a pair of fools if he weren't trying to hide the trophy of his impulses. "I got a hankie in the truck to plug that 'til the blood stops. 'less you want me to suck it out." Cheshire grin was fleeting, poking at disproportionate theories encompassing the gang in a supernatural ploy. "I can do that, too. You look like you could use a knob polish." Running his mouth might as well win him a contest, and now he was really taking the piss. What his tone lacked in urgency, the consistent stream of conscious made up for. "Let's go, the sun's burnin' my eyes without my shades."

#« 𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥 » / 「 replies. 」 #« 𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥 » / 「 & cyrek. 」 #crude tw #i think writing everything up on a word doc is really screwing with my ability to gauge how much i'm writing SHDHGGFGF #I'M SO READY FOR THIS THREAD THOUGH AGSGDGD

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At that moment, given the shitty fucking day he'd been having, the sound of laughter was as comforting to Kael as someone dragging their nails down a blackboard. Perhaps in the same room where while a police siren was blaring and a dial-up modem was screeching. He didn't have to look far to find the source, however, given that the guy was stood against a closeby car. Kael had half the mind to swipe a stone off the ground and lob it at this guy's head. He had great aim and knew how to throw just hard enough that it left a mark but not so hard that it caused any real lasting damage. Years of precise training were to thank for that. But Kael wasn't a violent person and he didn't start fights so he settled for flexing and clenching his right fist a few times, as though to stretch out the impulse.

"The fuck are you even on about, mate?" groaned Kael, raising a lazy eyebrow and running his hand through his hair. He was running on a meagre few hours of sleep and one lousy energy drink, as he'd been too busy getting fucked over by the world itself to grab any lunch, so he was far from being in the mood to play twenty questions with what appeared to be his own personal Rumpelstiltskin. Besides, if this were the work of karma, it was a pretty paltry punishment for the things Kael had done over the years. He often thought the fact he was still alive and breathing was a fairly good sign that karma either didn't exist or simply wasn't concerned with the strange little perversions of nature the Project had pumped out. “If I were looking for sympathy, I sure as shit wouldn't want it from some sad little fuck at the car wash,” he said, digging in his jacket pocket for a napkin he'd grabbed from some fast food place a week ago and using it to dab, lazily, at the cut on his lip. “So, what's the deal with my underwear? You get a rush thinking about strangers in their pants?”

Benny laughed. People falling over was funny, that was just a fact of life, even better if they dropped something. Though it was only cigarettes, he would've liked it more if it was coffee. He was having a bad year, but he had to admit, seeing other people suffer these little inconveniences was nice. He leaned against his car, waiting for his turn, not really caring when it was his turn, he had nothing better to do. "What? Well, ain't that obvious; karma probably. Don't know what you did wrong in your life to deserve that... maybe life threw me a bone, so I could enjoy your tripping." He didn't make an effort to help or even to pick up the smokes. After all, Benny only reacted to tears, maybe pleas. He was getting neither. So instead he got his own cigarette out and lit the end. "Are you looking for sympathy? Life getting you down? Out on your luck? Or has your underwear made it up between your butt cheeks?"

#« 𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥 » / 「 replies. 」 #« 𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥 » / 「 & benny. 」 #crude tw #AFSGSGSGG kael does not have a filter ☆

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At the mention of mothers and their children, Kael looked back up at the clock and muttered something under his breath that sounded an awful lot like 'shit!'; his personal timekeeping left a little something to be desired and, although he'd only just checked the time moments before, it hadn't quite clicked until now that he'd have to get Hana from school. He ran a hand through his hair in a display of muted frustration, the sign of a person incapable of sitting still with himself for than a minute at a time, and retrieved his wallet from the pocket of his leather jacket. “Well, uh, could we maybe leave the coffee?” he asked, half-wincing. “Can't really stick the stuff, if I'm being honest. Nice sentiment though, sure it lands great most of the time.” And he did mean that. If anything, he felt a little sorry that he was the wrong audience. It would likely go cold by the time he was able to hand it off to anybody else too. “But, uh, speaking off sugar hungry children,” said Kael, “What would you say is the, er, most popular item with that whole demographic? Sort of promised my daughter I'd get her something and it completely slipped my mind until now.”

Looking around the shop and seeing nobody else in there was a dead give away that it was slow. Granted it probably would pick up in an hour or so once it got later in to the day, she was just enjoying the peace and quiet, but knew that it wouldn't last long.She wasn't at home, she was at work and she had to remind herself that. "Yeah its been pretty slow but I'm sure as soon as you leave a bunch of mothers with sugar hungry children are gonna run in after picking them up from kindergarden or something." She couldn't help but let a small chuckle escape from her lips. "We have some orders ready to go, a lot of people call in rather than come in until they have to pick it up. Strange I know." She spoke,smiling as she looked down at the array of baked goods. "Well our cheapest box is eight dollars, also comes with a free coffee for the person buying since, sometimes they don't get one of the cupcakes or donuts or they end up with the one that they don't like or anybody likes as a left over. Something we like to do."

#« 𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥 » / 「 replies. 」 #« 𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥 » / 「 & jaye. 」

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kim jaejoong. nonbinary. he/him. bisexual. ⇝ hey, isn’t that kael kang ( nickname: imugi )? i think that the thirty-one year old from london, england works as the bassist for vain rogues and the ghost orchestra & the tail gunner for the bastards (ex-mercenary for the scarlet nightmare), but outside of that people describe them as bruised skin, scraped knuckles and bleeding lips; super distressed denim and torn fabric held together with paperclips and chains; blurred and dazed city lights; chipped black nail polish and smudged eyeliner . i hear they are irritable & standoffish, but they are also known to be dedicated & unconventional. consider giving them a visit at their home in the kingpin trailer park and get to know why they’re called the rebel.

IMPORTANT LINKS: stats. pinterest.

TW:

NOTE: please do not refer to kael as a man! most other masculine terms are okay & he does refer to himself as hana's father/dad. kael himself doesn't really care if he's referred to as a man but he isn't one so please keep this in mind! he's nonbinary with a sort of neutral/androgynous presentation that just happens to lean a little more masc.

BASICS.

Although he doesn't go by it very often at all, Kael's Korean name is Kang Hyunjin. (btw any similarity to a certain kpop idol's name, even the fact the surname reminds, is pure coincidence asdfgh I settled on this as Kael's name not long after I first made him in 2014)

Despite working as tail gunner for the Bastards, Kael isn't actually that passionate about vehicles in general; he does the work because he's good at it and he likes taking shit apart to see how they work. He does like motorbikes specifically and knows quite a lot about them but he has no interest in cars.

Kael has ADHD. Due to his upbringing, this was never diagnosed and it remains unmedicated. He also has pretty severe anxiety and PTSD as a result of his history. These are, again, undiagnosed. He suffers from regular nightmares and has experienced his fair share of panic attacks. He's also had his struggles with depression over the years and deals with a lot survivor's guilt after his best friend's sacrificial death. (note: i don't personally have adhd or ptsd but please trust I've done a lot of research on these things! c': also, i'm autistic & adhd definitely runs in my family so pls know if would never deliberately misrepresent any neurodivergence!)

In general, Kael's health probably leaves a lot to be desired. He smokes, he doesn't sleep properly, he doesn't eat right; overall he doesn't really do much to look out for himself. The only thing that's really improved since Hana came into his care is that he's less inclined to do things that might get him killed. Sort of. He is still a Bastard.

He has a way of coming off very aloof and standoffish and is often written off a nastier person than he actually is. The truth is that he just has a lot of walls built up, as truth does NOT come easily to him, and he has a pretty sarcastic sense of humour. Also, he has kind of a short fuse but this is usually directed towards pretty trivial upsets and, honestly, it's hard to describe him as aggressive. He can be a little volatile but it's more of a quirk than an out-and-out problem. Once you get to know him better, you'll probably figure out that he just has a lot of trust issues AND more energy than he knows what to do with. It explains a lot.

Kael is not just in a punk band for the aesthetics; although his fashion sense is largely just punk-inspired without really fully committing (although he does absolutely dress like he should be in a band), his outlook on life is punk in itself. He's extremely anti-establishment and is very open about his distaste of the rich and powerful; he has been known to use posh as an insult (please know he's not going to dislike someone on a personal level just for being rich, although if someone wealthy does befriend him then there is a good chance he'll make fun of them for it). Ultimately, Kael's politics are driven by empathy and a respect for other humans. Despite his cold and distant exterior, Kael does genuinely care about people.

Kael has a distinct London accent, leaning more towards the East End. It's not especially strong or thick but it's still very much a London accent. (And I mean that it's not especially strong by London standards; he still sounds extremely English.) He's fluent in English and Korean, and conversational in Japanese.

He loves spicy food. Like, really loves it. And he has a high tolerance for it. It's not a problem, even when it makes his eyes water and his nose run. He also has a high tolerance for alcohol. And he's really not afraid of heights. Or danger. It all makes for a pretty reckless person. He is scared of bugs though, ESPECIALLY spiders. And he has very mixed feelings about horses (he doesn't think they should be that big; don't ask).

Kael has a bunch of piercings, mostly ear piercings. He has several in each year and one navel piercing. He has no interest in getting any more. He also has some tattoos, five in total. He hasn't added any for a good few years but he's not against getting more. They're all black ink tattoos without colour and any further tattoos would be in the same vein. Specific locations are; right below his collarbone, his left wrist, above his right hipbone (but below his ribs), between his shoulder blades and down his spine.

THE SCARLET NIGHTMARE

For Kael, life under the Scarlet Nightmare had been all-encompassing. Even at his most subservient, he had a strong need to cling to a sense of personal identity and this meant distancing himself as much as he could from the sorry bastard whose DNA he shared. He's very aware of his status as a clone and has deliberately tried to block out any memories that aren't his own.

Growing up in the facility he'd been sort of a loner, a quiet kid with a knack for getting into fights he never started, but there was one kid just a year older than him who reached out and stuck up for him; he'd always be there to pull Kael up off the cold hard floor of the facility dorm rooms after a fight, always there to help patch up his cuts and scrapes. He'd help Kael lift chin up high any times he started to doubt his place in the world and his role in the Scarlet Nightmare system. They were best friends, inseparable and as close as brothers.

This friend was everything Kael was not. He was bright and open and friendly. He was good at following orders and never felt any urge to bite the hand that fed him and he didn't seem to piss the other kids off the way Kael always did.

Eventually, it was decided that his friend would train to become a Hitman and, shortly after, Kael was assigned the role of Mercenary so, as luck would have it, they were paired together. It was a partnership that would require deep trust and the pair had already demonstrated how well they could work together. They made a perfectly devastating team.

Yet, as time stretched on, Kael's doubts only grew; although this was the only life had ever known, he could feel himself breaking under the weight of it, under the impossible-to-bury guilt of what he'd done. He could have sworn the stench of death clung to him. And, so, he wondered, was he really alive if he was only born to kill? The partnership between the Hitman and Mercenary was beginning to show cracks and, after enough missions had gone awry due to Kael's dwindling confidence, the Mercenary was deemed a liability. Something to be rid of.

The Shadow assigned to take him out failed. They had aimed perfectly, hit their intended target, but they had failed to even touch Kael. Despite his desperate attempts to defend Kael to their handlers and to help Kael pull himself together, his partner had sensed this moment might come. He'd seen the faintest hint of movement in the distance and thrown himself in front of Kael without a moment's hesitation, driving away the spooked Shadow. The bullet pierced his throat and he died, choking on his own blood in Kael's arms.

Kael's world shattered and he lived in a haze for the next while; all those strong feelings of doubt and rebellion had been numbed, and he returned to the Scarlet Nightmare as normal. After he'd switched off his emotions, he was able to return to his previous heights and the higher-ups lost interest in him. But he'd grown clumsy too. He suffered a near-fatal injury during a mission and was put on bed rest. A week of good rest and some time to himself where he could just think was all it took for Kael to come back for himself. There was no other choice. He needed to escape the Scarlet Nightmare, even if it put a target on his back for the rest of his life.

THE REAL WORLD

The transition to normal life was not easy for Kael. No longer having an outlet for his excess energy and recklessness, he did stupid things, illegal things. He got into fights. Almost got arrested a few times. He the first year in particular isolating himself but, as time passed, he was able to find a shitty job and a shitty apartment to live in, even make a few friends. The nightmares never faded. He'd wake in the night, drenched in a cold sweat and haunted by all the awful things he'd done in the name of following orders.

Despite everything, he was able to rekindle a once discouraged love of music. The piano and the guitar were borrowed talents, something the original Kael must have nurtured but he was so enamoured with it that he taught himself more. Learned to play the bass as well. He started writing his own music as an emotional release and began to work the streets as a busker, armed with nothing but a guitar and his voice. At some point along the way, he wound up the bassist for the band, Vain Rogues and the Ghost Orchestra, with whom he'd travel from place to place.

Eventually, he'd meet someone in Busan, South Korea. It had started as a one night stand. By this point, Kael was more than used to these encounters. He'd found a casual comfort in the intimacy of sex with strangers. It wasn't supposed to matter. Except that, this time, it did. They were different. Hyeong Eunji was different. The infatuation brought him back to her again and again, and before long it had changed shape and grown into love instead. He decided to put the band aside for a while, settling in Seoul while he figured himself out and, although he was reluctant to admit it, because he didn't want to leave Eunji behind, even if she always kept him just at arm's length.

Eventually, Eunji leaves. The only notice he receives of this is a letter and a child, Eunji's beloved daughter, Hana. The letter reveals to him the truth that Hana is also his child and that Eunji has left her safety in his hands.He'd known Hana from before and been fond of her but he'd always assumed she was the daughter of some other man. He'd never questioned it. It had never mattered. But it mattered now. All of a sudden, Kael was a father. And he was going to do everything is power to keep his daughter safe while Eunji was on the run.

The fear of being found by Eunji's gang sent Kael back to London for a short time. Hana would begin to attend school there and she picked up on English quickly with Kael's help. Although he didn't have a lot of money and he didn't feel like a particularly good father, Kael loved Hana. Her presence filled a deep void in his life and washed away the loneliness. He still woke up terrified in the night but sometimes she'd appear by his bedside and try to comfort him in the same way he would when she had bad dreams. Soon they would move across the world once more; when Cyrek calls him in for a favour, Kael ups and moves to Anchorage, Alaska with Hana in tow.

ANCHORAGE, ALASKA

Nowadays, Kael lives in a caravan with Hana. He's probably not the most well-equipped father in the world but he's a good and loving father who tries his best to do well by his daughter. He has rejoined the band, taking up the mantle of bassist once more, but that was not what brought him to Anchorage. He'd come all this way to fill a role in the biker gang, the Bastards, where he now works as the Tail Gunner. He's pretty broke, with most of what money he does receive going straight to Hana's care, but he's scraping by and, if nothing else, he's free. The nightmares and the need to keep looking over his shoulder don't sting so bad when you're surrounded by allies.

Kael moved to the town just before the murder of Willow Cho-Iverson and, thanks to the Bastards' implication in that incident, he has not known a day's peace since getting here.

#« 𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥 » / 「 intro. 」 #this is LONG overdue...like over six months overdue....whoops #btw the graphic is just a repurposed promo graphic i made for an old blog YEARS ago but this took so long to finally write up #that i decided to just reuse it instead of delaying this any longer by making smth new <3 (that's why the colour scheme doesn't match the #theme; i tried recolouring but i didn't like it) #i still like it anyway #also i ran out of time to fully proof read this so @ admins pls lmk if anything here doesn't work or breaks lore!!

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WHERE: the elephant's trunk car wash WHEN: 5th february, just after noon WHO: anyone! ( @anchoragestarters ) CAP: 3/6

Kael was not in a good mood. But could you blame him, after the morning he'd had? Oh, sure, he'd heard about the pileup earlier that day but, elsewhere in town, he'd driven his motorbike straight into a hot, steaming pile of reindeer shit. Unwilling to make a mess of the gang bike shop by cleaning it himself, he'd been forced to take the bike down to the Elephant's Trunk and pay to get the job done (although he was not convinced any amount of washing could clear away the smell that was still trapped in his nostrils). He'd made his stance on the stench clear to the employees, the specific argument being something to the effect of 'if you keep me in here a minute longer, I'm going to be sick all over the floor', and marched outside for a smoke. He'd only just gotten the cigarette carton out of his pocket when he crashed into a stopped vehicle and tripped over it. Kael managed to land on one knee but half the cigarettes had scattered into a pile of snow on the curb and he'd caught his lip on one of his rough metal rings. As if to rub salt into the wound, he had also drawn the attention of some unsuspecting customer who'd just been waiting their turn. Hoisting himself up, his weight on the vehicle that had committed this heinous crime against him, Kael snapped his attention to this undeserving soul. "What are you looking at?"

#« 𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥 » / 「 starter. 」 #anchoragestarters #pls excuse me if this is a mess; I started this on my laptop and had to finish on mobile #Anyway I promise kael isn't a total jerk! He's just having a BAD TIME #emetophobia tw #(very brief mention! v easy to ignore!) #anyway I need more threads for this fucker & I wanted to take advantage of the mini event! <3

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“I wouldn't say that. Most people are too focused on each other to miss a couple of Halloween decorations,” said Kael, gesturing about the room with his drink, at groups in deep giddy conversation and couples with their tongues down each other's throats. It was a party, all-fucking-right “Mind you, some of this shit wouldn't look half-bad in the hideout.” He was joking, of course, but not quite lying. The hideout already looked as though it had been thrown together by a squad of delinquent vampires, there was no reason why a few candelabras draped with fake spiderwebs shouldn't find themselves at home there. “Overheard some of the staff complaining about a shortage of cutlery so I have my ideas about what was swiped.” He clicked his tongue. “Mind you, I'm pretty sure the restaurants provided all that; this glass is from fucking Ikea.”

Assuming the worst case scenario was no mean task for Kael; much like Stella, that sort of thing came naturally, even if it wasn't quite showing. Even putting that aside, however, Kael didn't appear to possess an Off switch. He was a relatively new addition to the gang, placed into a position of relative power over a ragtag team of outcasts who had no good reason to trust him, and he wasn't particularly good at ingratiating himself to strangers. He tried his best to be amicable but bowing his head with an arsekissing grin was his personal idea of Hell. Still, that he was wasting this party acting as a lookout while the real leaders let themselves breathe for once was of no concern to Kael. He'd never been able to breathe in the first place.

“I ain't naming names as I don't wanna put more trouble on your plate,” he said, taking a careful sip from his class. “But between this and the murder bullshit, I think there might be a suspect in common.” He punctuated this with a lazy curtsey and a flourish of the hand, the one not holding the glass, as though to wave the idea way. “But maybe my eyes are tricking me. Don't actually think anybody's noticed a thing but me,” he went on. The more he thought about it, the more he considered that lobbing doughnuts at people's heads would be the very thing that drew attention; a weird sort of Streisand effect. “Knowing this town, there's a good chance someone else'll cause a distraction anyway."

THE BRUNETTE SWIRLED THE COCKTAIL IN HER HAND, wishing she had made the decision to double fist them if she knew she was going to have to deal with this bullshit. Stella tried to control herself from taking her annoyance out on Kael, though, even if she couldn't help but roll her eyes out of frustration. Matters that fell on her in regards to the Bastards weren't usually so bothersome to her except when she was expecting a chill night, one where the kingpin and queen didn't have to have any worries. And that was exactly why she was committed to keeping this issue between them instead of bringing down their night. "This place is too fucking nice to rob; people are gonna suspect that kind of shit." And with the reputation the gang already held when it came to criminal activity, they were the ones the suspicions would fall on. Even if it was true. "Guess we should assume the worst possible scenario just to be safe." And because that was Stella's usual go-to in an attempt to prepare for the worst. "Not everyone is used to the antics we are. But I'm nipping this in the ass because we don't need burglary allegations just months after the murder ones. For once, I'm hoping we can get through a town even that doesn't have the Bastards written all over it if shit hits the fan." They were named to scapegoats far too often even if they had nothing to do with the situation, just like with that girl named after a tree. Her stoic expression finally cracked a bit at his question, a bit of amusement playing over her features at Kael's serious consideration. "If you get taken in for weaponizing donuts, I'll bail you out. Apparently that's my job 'round here anyway. But no, I don't think that's the kinda shit they're looking for-" Although, it wouldn't be the first time a member of theirs was put in cuffs for something ridiculous that any other person probably wouldn't be. "Some fucking robbery would probably do it, though. What's our odds of keeping a confrontation over that under wraps?" Her head turned a bit as if to survey those around them, finding it convenient that many of the people she saw were intoxicated, which was helpful enough to their case.

#« 𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥 » / 「 replies. 」 #« 𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥 » / 「 & stella. 」 #murder mention #kael being so Switched On all the time but also being very Hehe Silly about this :pensive:

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Kael did not like cake. He wasn't a big fan of sweets in general. Instead, he'd come here for a friend; he owed Rei thanks for a last-minute favour and figured they were a bigger sweet-tooth than him. He'd been standing in the doorway of Puggy's for a few minutes, probably letting in an awful draft while he stole a few final drags from a cigarette. There was no law yet that prevented him from smoking indoors but common decency prevented him from doing so, even if impatience and the cold kept him from staying fully outdoors. Something about smoking around food, particularly hand-made goods that had been prepared in this very kitchen instead of in an industrial complex miles away, struck him as obnoxious. It didn't seem as though the person at the till had noticed him either, at least not until he breathed in the wrong way and wound up choking on the misdirected smoke. The hacking cough that followed was enough to finally draw attention him. In an effort to mask his embarrassment, Kael tossed the cigarette aside and crushed it under his feet before stepping inside and letting the door close behind him.

"I wasn't exactly keeping count," he shrugged. With no breeze to carry it away and no cigarette smoke to block it out, the scent of chocolate and vanilla hit his nostrils without mercy. This definitely wasn't his area. Yet, looking around at the otherwise empty shop, it didn't seem like it was anybody else's area either, at least not right now. “Slow day?” asked Kael. “I always figured this place would be busy, especially this close to Valentine's.” A clock on the wall caught his eye and his brow furrowed. “Maybe not at this time of day.” No worries, it wasn't like he'd come here for their spread of fresh breakfast goods. He stepped up to the till and, as though he were incapable of doing anything but fidget, he drummed his fingers against the counter top. “You ain't got any boxes of cupcakes left, have you? Not like an half-dozen but---” He tried to motion an appropriate size with his hands. It wasn't much use. With a sigh, Kael gave up. “What's the cheapest gift box you've got?”

Location: Puggy's Cakes

Cap: None for now.

@anchoragestarters

The day had been slow which meant that Jaye was left alone with her thoughts once more. It was clear to anybody that knew her that she wasn't really herself and the smiles that she was putting on for customers were fake. She had a lot on her mind, especially since her friend was still missing and her nerves were getting the better of her, she couldn't really focus on anything other than wondering if she was okay. Thankfully there wasn't any customers in the bakery so the smile was nowhere to be seen and she was just staring off out the window. It was still cold out but thankfully the sun was out that day instead of it being windy and rainy like it had been so she could see out clearly. She didn't know how long she had been staring out the window until she heard the sound of coughing, bringing her back in to reality. "Oh I'm so sorry, how long have you been standing there?" She asked before rubbing her hands against her face like she was rubbing sleep from her eyes.

#« 𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥 » / 「 replies. 」 #« 𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥 » / 「 & jaye. 」

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𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺 𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙺𝙴𝚂 …

 happy 31st birthday dearest KAEL KANG  ,

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#pretending i'm not reblogging this at 6pm on the 9th in my timezone asdfgh #but thank you as always admins! <33 #HAPPY BELATED KAEL DAY TO ALL

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It took too long for his head to stop spinning and for his vision to settle; the world was dim and blurred and yet piercingly bright all at once. There was a sound of something dropping and scattering, rolling off like a glass marble. He had to force himself to take one more deep gulp, if only to keep the shallow breaths he'd been taking until that point from spinning him into an anxiety of his own machination. When his vision did finally sharpen again and he got a good look at Iris' face, he understood what he'd heard and all he could offer as an apology was an awkward grimace. Not because he couldn't think of anything to say but because anything he might have said was immediately cut off by a fist swung in his direction. In a move that felt almost automatic, Kael dodged right out of the way and avoided even being brushed; for a long time, he'd been more weapon than person and certain things came so naturally that they may well have been built into his bones. He didn't blame her for swinging their fist the way they had. Kael didn't know the first fucking thing about Iris' life until this point but he knew where that reaction had come from. It was difficult to mistake. In fact, he could imagine a hundred-and-something scenarios where he might have reacted the same way, especially when he was much younger than either of them were. He liked to think the blistering heat in him had simmered down over the years but he had once been a volatile little shit, kicking and scratching like a feral cat. Now, right now, with his pulse throbbing and his nerves electric, he was beginning to realise that he'd never really changed; this anger, this need to fight, was just something he'd buried because it hadn't been of much use. "Right, I'll look past that one," he said, drawing a hand through his hair. The cat ears had been lost at some point. He couldn't say he gave much of a shit. "Where are you look--"

Kael looked back over his shoulder now as he spoke, words cutting to an abrupt halt as he beheld the aftermath of the disaster they had just avoided. A pair of figures. Fallon, hunched over the great arm. Matevos, pinned beneath it. Shit. Although he'd been a Bastard only a matter of months and the enforcer had been largely absent for most of it (Fallon, for her part, had also been bound to house arrest), Kael had enough of a sense of loyalty for it to sting just a little. But there was something more than that, something that wriggled its way down his throat and twisted up all his insides. It was easy to see what had happened. Just as Kael had pulled Iris out of the way, it seemed that Matevos had done much the same for Fallon. It had been a sacrifice. A sacrifice made to save the life of another. He'd been there before too. Memories splintered his vision, and not the false kind the Project had stolen from some dead kid and forced on him, but his own memories, raw and painful. Although it was nothing more than a twisted trick of the mind, Kael's hands felt slick and wet with hot blood, the weight of a dying body heavy in his grasp, and all Kael could see was his smile, bright and unwavering despite the pain.

I'm alive. Iris' voice cut through, shattering those thoughts into a hundred pieces, and Kael snapped back into reality. His breath had run shallow again and he could feel beads of sweat forming upon his brow but the source of that panic was a figment of his own imagination. It should be easy to shake off. We need to get out of here. Right, they were in the parlour. Giant skeleton, weird puppet, somebody's death on the horizon. They needed to escape, the only question was how. The main door to the room was likely a poor option. Too obvious, too crowded. "There's a door behind the bar," Kael said, steeling himself. "I don't know where it goes but I'll take just about fucking anything right now." The bar itself was not built for gatherings as large as this and he suspected that the next room over had been used to store excess alcohol. There was a decent chance that room was empty, with a window that opened nicely out onto the mansion grounds. The prospect of escaping this place alone and leaving everyone else to marinate in the growing panic struck a guilty chord but he'd only gotten this far in life by fighting dirty to survive. Trust had been a scarce currency in Kael's life and it meant a lot to him. "We're gonna have to move quick," he said, turning to face Iris proper. "My guess is our unfortunate friend over there's got maybe five minutes left in him. We're getting out of here before anyone else figures that out." A pause. This next part was not an underestimation but, instead, a promise that he wouldn't ditch her. "Are you okay with that?"

Teloteropathy or common sense, it mattered naught — the shared agreement that the nauseating sight of an unexpected guest conquering the giant skeleton was a blood pact fusing Kael and Iris' paths together. In previous years, they would have fled at the first sight of danger, but pure perplexity of what was to come cemented them to the floor, atop the hoovering concern grasping at their chest that begged them to seek Freya out amidst the the chuckling majority that had gaslit themselves into thinking this was scripted. There was a heat that crept up to their scalp, fueled less by the embarrassment that they'd been chewing on earlier, and spurred by the clambering unrest adrenalizing every pore, nerve ending, and vein that they possessed. Neither of them moved for a moment, nor spoke beyond haggard disbelief for what was unfolding before their eyes — if it was history in the making, then God, fucking leave them out of it. Iris pulled one arm back, clutching onto Kael's, as if she would yank him along, too, if what was to come was another ruse. It was as if, in the scant months they had been living in Anchorage, fox traps were invisibly set all around them, waiting for someone to step into the mouth of it and clamp down. Breaking the neck of the fox was not as quick as it seemed, rattled about and shaken until the snap finally bore down on them. They were the foxes, but who had set the trap?

Busted knees and bloodied face had daunted them for years — the scalding clasp of a hand to yank them aside was nothing, although it did mutedly evoke flashes to ignite behind their eyelids. Something had clunked and rolled across the floor from the force with which their body was moved, paired along with what they could only describe as the earth quaking from the skeleton's body collapsing in on itself — they would later realize that the object scuttling away from them was their own prosthetic eyeball. If an empty socket freaked anyone out right now, that's too damn bad.

A fist blindly swung out and missed, thankfully, for it was autopiloted by the ravenous slaughter that came prepackaged with survival. To be the last person standing meant to hit and ask questions later, an ode that they would have acknowledged to be silently understood by Kael were he from the same trimmings as their eldest brother. However, an apology or verbal berating was slit from the narrative by the repugnant sight of the parlour's resolution — two figures whom she could peg as another set from the Bastards and the lattermost bequeathed to injury. Iris had seen death before — too close for comfiture, and in forthcomings that would have most yearning they would perish to evade the likelihood of reliving it. Yet, there was something that crackled in their chest, naught for the person they barely knew but the reaping that it could have been them, or any other person blindly chosen to be the cause-and-effect of a marionette's impudence. Their reddened wrist was clutched to their chest, and they turned away from the grotesque sight unfurling, uttering firmly, "I'm alive." It was akin of a thank you, albeit it stopped short of the sugar cookie sincerity that a southern belle would have expulsed. Achromatic hues bore into his, the shuddering of their chest demanding for breath. No native tongue need be shared in exchange for the feral regression of survival instinct doubtless to coil through the entirety of them both. "We need to get out of here." There were too many people — albeit priding themselves a lioness among gazelles, it didn't aid now. "You said you saw empty rooms? Let's go. We'll break a window and climb out."

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"Don't bother. There's nothing in any of these rooms," shrugged Kael. "Looked through the windows earlier. All empty. The whole place is just big empty facade. Doubt anybody actually lives here." That, of course, only made it worse. If some movie star host wanted to blow his money on a party for a single night then whatever, that was none of Kael's business. But it was hard not to get angry thinking about the realtors who hoarded these excessive homes, places that could home multiple families quite comfortably, and let them just sit and collect dust until someone rich enough to buy the whole place outright happen to show up.

"And, anyway," said Kael, gesturing to himself, careful to avoid catching the cigarette on anything, "I'm too old for that shit. It's fine for you to go smashing the place up but, if I did it? Well, s'just bit a sad, innit?" Kael was not the sort of person to get caught up worrying about his age and, most of the time, it didn't even seem like people could place his exact age unless he told them. Regardless, making a mess of this place was out of the question, given that the mess would just have to be cleaned up by someone else. Someone else who was probably underpaid for the work. A vicious cycle. (This was, of course, all big talk from a guy who'd forced himself to step outside as a distraction from his irritation-fuelled urge to lob a doughnut at someone's head.) "I wouldn't mind giving the owner of this place a hard time though," said Kael, taking another drag. "Punching 'em in the face might be a bit much but it wouldn't be any more than they deserve."

the crimson spandex covering ninety percent of sadie's body did little for the cold, though the hot chocolate was doing the best of tricks to combat the atmosphere. seeping through the thin costume gloves to warm chilled fingers. cupping it in both hands, she turned back to her bandmate as he regarded the exterior of the event. hopeful, gait a little wobbly from previous shots and fizzling halloween cocktails, they approached and peered over the mansion too. was there something they were missing? it looked like a normal, if albeit unfathomably large, residential structure. i mean, really — who needs that many rooms? was the odd thought that seemed to blend into kael's speech thereafter. at the mention, the trigger word, "bourgeoise," the anarchist grew grave. "you're so right." the rasp of her distasteful tone was undermined by the sip of spice and whipped cream. smacking lips, "hella cool of 'em to turn out for a big party, but when a week-long blizzard is headed in, there's suddenly not enough shelters for the homeless." a noise of disgust came with a shrug of a shoulder to reseat the leather jacket joint. "so then — what's the plan? i mean, we can't leave after tonight without... i don't know... tossing all the shit out th'window of one of the closed off rooms. y'know, like true punk rockstars do at hotels when they go on tour. we're literally in costumes, we gotta take advantage of our covers!"

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