[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]Outside of soup kitchens, Sebastian hadn't been eating too well. Not to complain about the food the soup kitchens served—but, yes, absolutely to complain about the food soup kitchens served—they served the same shit on a short rotation. It makes sense from a logistics standpoint: keep it simple so any volunteer can make it, and keep it cheap so that there's always food available. That being said, goddamn where is the yakiniku? Where's the sushi? Where's the wine? C'mon, beggars can't be choosers, but they really should be. At least, they should be until Sebastian upgrades out of this shit situation then he could say "Fuck you, I got mine!" Not to say that Sebastian was doing this out of desperation—he wasn't, he'd do this on a whim for the bit—but he desperately wanted a good meal. Unfortunately, to get a good meal, you need a little something called money—something that Sebastian didn't have. As per usual, he came up with a brilliant scheme to get what he wanted: He was going to rob a bank! Then it occurred to him that that would be illegal and would make his life even worse, so he decided to not do that. Nah, instead, he thought to cut out the middleman (money) by lying! He went home, begged his parents to let him use his closet by lying about how he had an important job interview coming up. They let him, he took a shower, changed into the old suit that they bought him for special events, and then he made his way over to Tokyo Tower to sneak his way into some rich folk's party. He went through the kitchen, striding in with undeserved confidence which managed to get him into the party, but it wasn't long until he got kicked out for shoveling shrimp cocktails down his throat like an uncivilized ape. Whatevs, he still got to eat, so who's the real loser here? Get pranked, chumps. "Ahhhh," he exhaled as he rubbed his tum-tum. "I love being rich," he mused aloud. If only he actually were rich... [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • junko •

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[junko]

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"I bet you fuckin' do."

The voice came from above him as he stepped beneath the bridge overhead, metal hissing as a figure- completely upside down- casually slid into view. Lots of leather and chrome accents, her dark hair dangling from her twintails as she glared down at him.

"Man, what kinda scumbag you must be. Lotsa fucked up rich boys, but they usually take care of their own. You got your ass kicked out of one of those shitty-ass fancy digs. You gotta be one real piece of work to piss off your rich-ass homeboys."

Without warning, she dropped, twisting midair to slam down with a clatter of chains, straightening as the sound of Ebenezer's ghostly friend filled Sebastian's ears.

"But tell ya what~ I'll do ya a favor. You look like you had a nice fuckin' meal just now. Probably lotsa calories~"

She pulled her fists up as chains rattled across her knuckles and forearms, her gaze harsh and unforgiving.

"What say I work off those calories, rich boy?"

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]A girl hanging upside down from a bridge? What was this some sort of Spiderman thing? Oh shit...IS THIS A CANON EVENT!? Well, better not do anything to disrupt this or else the whole universe will explode or whatever. "Not wrong. That's my special little talent," he smiled, being awfully cheery despite getting kicked out of a party. "I have this habit of getting on people's nerves, but fuck 'em, I got mine, right? Ah the shrimp was simply divine! It was so juicy and fresh—and the sauce!? To die for." As he recounted his experience, he was practically swooning as the memory of the flavors flooded back to him. He started salivating just thinking about it. He certainly did get to eat quite a lot, but now he wanted to just sneak back in and get some more. God, it'd be the greatest...Then she snapped him out of his daydream with the rattling of her horrid chains. He wasn't completely oblivious. Her body language and tone clearly indicated that she was looking to start a fight with him. Why? He had no idea. He hadn't done anything to wrong her...yet. He was used to people wanting to punch him, but he at least expected to be allowed to piss them off first. "Is this some sort of sex thing? Because listen here, I'm only interested in rich women, and you don't exactly look like you're cut from finer cloth," he smiled, hitting her with the double finger guns. "So, thanks, but I'll have to pass on your offer. Besides, I've got another party to go to." [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • junko •

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The idiot's nonchalant approach to being accosted left Junko scrunching her face up a bit. He was ruining it! Where was the whining? Where was the stomach-churning bragadoccio? Where was the satisfaction?!

He rambled nonsensically about the food for a moment, and then saved the assault by backtracking to insult her as beneath his notice and mistake it all as some sorta sex thing! Still, he left her an amazing set-up, and she took it!

"You sure fuckin' do, my man- a goddamn BOOT PARTY."

With that, Junko exploded into motion, rapidly hitting absolutely olympic levels of speed as she swerved up the steep embankment below the bridge, slashing down towards him at a queer angle, using her speed more than her muscle to aim a clothesline at his cocky little throat as she passed! "A SEX THING? Seriously?! The fuck kinda twisted shit do you rich fucks get up to that the sound of rattlin' chains makes ya think of- YOU KNOW WHAT, DON'T ANSWER THAT, ASSHOLE," she screeched as she twisted on a dime and angled back from another weird tangent!

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]Sebastian was not a fighter. He was a hikikomori. While he had definitely gotten involved in several physical altercations, he had never once actually fought back. Fighting is just too much effort, and putting up any sort of resistance would only serve to prolong his suffering. It's much easier to just take the hit, roll over, and play dead for a bit. When she came charging at him, he did nothing. He took the hit, letting himself hit the hard concrete with an echoing thud. Laying on the ground, he held his throat and started a coughing fit as he tried to recover from the throat trauma. He couldn't even cough out a hilarious quip to follow up on her angry screeching. He was content to just lay there and let her go on her merry way, but she ended up turning to come back to finish the job. He was actually in danger this time. This wasn't just one of those funny bits where he pisses off a girl and then they walk away. Nah, he was genuinely going to get hurt, and he couldn't afford to go to the hospital. Fuck that noise! He took one hand off his throat and slapped the ground, using his quirk to make the floor elastic. [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • junko •

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[junko]

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Smashing this rich asshole into the ground with the clothesline sure did satisfy, and Junko managed to resist the childish urge to whoop as she rounded to come back for another helping of this kid's humble pie. Laid out like a bitch and just waiting for the next serving of ass whAT THE HELL?!

Junko's chains stayed bit into the ground as she shot back towards him, but the ground bucked and dropped down under her weight, oscillating wickedly like she was stapled to a trampoline! She ended up doing a remarkable WACKING ARM WAVING INFLATABLE TUBE PUNK! impression, shrieking in surprise as the world turned into a not-so-fun funhouse! "WHAT THE SHIT SORTA QUIRK IS THAT, YOU SPOON-FED FUCKER?! JEEZUS. FUCK. ME, this SUCKS!"

It took some flailing to hurl her arms past the trampoline's area and revv her chains to drag her out, which would probably be a great start to Sebastian's likely run for cover, but she sure as shit wasn't giving up, if the rage in her tone was any indication!

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]His throat was red from the trauma, and he had tears in the corner of his eyes. He didn't have time to just lay there in agony because this bitch was clearly unhinged. He tried to walk on out of there, but she wouldn't let him, so he was going to need to stand and fight or create an opportunity to run. Given that she was the one who picked this fight, he imagined that this wasn't just some spur-of-the-moment thing. She probably did this sort of thing often. Hell, she was practically waiting for some poor victim to cross her path to do it. If that really was the case, then that meant that she had more experience. He may have had solid quirk control for someone untrained, but raw quirk talent alone wasn't going to carry him through a fight. He stood up, hunched, one hand massaging his throat while he kept the other hand outstretched with an open palm. "Relax, I don't want to fight," he croaked out, his hand quivering with his fingers slowly curling inward. While he was genuinely pleading for her to knock the shit off, he was also using his quirk to put up an elastic barrier by stitching together all of the air molecules to grant it elastic properties. He put up a vulnerable front all while laying a trap for her to dash directly into. If he could just get her to hit the barrier, he could launch her all the way back to give himself a headstart on making a hasty retreat. [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • junko •

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Unhinged? Maybe. It got harder to find the line between being pushed too far and being personally warped the more options to change things without violence get eliminated. Sure, Sebastian wasn't the one actually causing harm to Junko and her neighborhood, but he very much felt like a perfect representation of that mindless gluttony that needed fed by her and her people.

"Ohhhhh, I'm sure you don't, fucker," Junko said as her chains hissed and whirled her back up onto her feet, fists balled into brutal steel weapons at her sides. "Real easy to take the high road when shit's already exactly the way you want. Talkin' down on th'people so desperate to see a change they're willin' to fight for it."

She wasn't even skating now. She was stomping forwards, her chains grinding slowly, indicating some kinda change. "Be civil, you say. Take the high road, you say. This can be settled peacefully, you say.

BULL
SHIT.

Y'all motherfuckers have been mulching everyone beneath you to pieces to feed your fucking greed and your fucking gluttony and your fucking BANK ACCOUNTS. So you know what?

It's about time one of YOU GOT MULFUUUUUCK!"

Junko lunged forwards, entirely prepared to deliver a chainmail haymaker, only to get catapulted backwards, going head over heels and forced to slam a hand into the ground and bite her chains into the concrete to keep herself from flying further away.

That did nothing to blunt the landing, though.

"You... fucking... asshole! Fffffuck... gonna... tear you to pieces, fucker!"

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]This bitch really was unhinged. I mean, he could get the sentiment. The world sucked. If it were up to him, he'd change a lot of things about the rotten world that they lived in. If the world was a better place, maybe he wouldn't have wound up in his current life situation to begin with. Hell, if he had actually had the drive, maybe he would've ended up just like her: forcing his ideals through violent means. Then again, if he were actually rich, he would've definitely been the exact kind of person that she hated. Hell, he wouldn't even care if his riches came at the expense of others so long as it meant he got to live a privileged life. "Listen, listen," he coughed. "I get it. Eat the rich," roll credits, "But I'm not even rich. I just sneak into parties to eat the fancy food!" Having explained himself, he wasn't going to bother sticking around to see if she'd accept that. It was one of the rare moments where Sebastian actually told the truth. It honestly felt strange to do that. It was like a massive weight off his chest! Ugh. Gross. Never doing that again. While he still had the chance, he gave himself a little bit of a running start before jumping into the air, manifesting little trampolines underneath his feet so that he could bounce himself up, up, and away. He made sure to set the trampolines to last for only a few seconds so that she couldn't follow him using his invisible air trampolines. Of course, it's not like he was particularly fast escaping on them. Were she to speed on up, she could just as easily keep up with him on the ground. He'd just have the benefit of being mobile up in the air. [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • junko •

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[junko]

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"HOW DUMB DO YOU THINK I AM?!" The bitchy punk roared as she got back to her feet, the chains whirring in high tone again as she switched to favor RPMs over torque again, racing after him and doing her best to pretend she wasn't leaking red down the back of her head. He couldn't see it so it didn't fucking matter.

Right?

"Your first fucking words out here were I LOVE BEING RICH, you dumb shit!" She screeched as she chased him, launching herself onto the slanted embankment to try to get closer to his height- only to find herself further away horizontally, which was only marginally better.

"You expected me to believe you're some grifter sneaking into parties to make off with snacks?! Who the FUCK-" She howled as she veered off and catapulted herself into midair at high speeds, aiming to slam herself into him and drag them both into the river- deep enough to cushion the landing, but not so deep as to be super dangerous!

If that worked, she had every intention to haul him to the surface and yell at him with her fist cocked back. She even had the rest of the line ready. "-gloats about being rich when they're poor AF?! Are you SERIOUSLY just scamming people? Tell me the truth or I'll pound your teeth in, asshole!"

That'd make him tell the truth, right?

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]Sebastian was not a battle-hardened veteran. This was his first real fight—the first time he actually needed to use his quirk for anything other than a bouncy castle or for an air hammock to take a nap in. His first instinct was to run away, of course, which was good and all, but he didn't think to watch his back. "Ack! Shit! Fuck!" he shouted, plummeting into the river with her. After getting a nice mouthful of water and being dragged to the surface, he pretended to be knocked out cold, keeping his eyes shut and his mouth hanging just slightly open with water dribbling out of the side. Then she threatened to punch his teeth in, and he could not afford that trip to the dentist so he opened his eyes and put both his hands out, waving them back and forth vigorously. "Ai, ai, ai! No need for that! I'm telling you I'm broke as fuck. Seriously, check my pockets. I don't got a phone, a wallet, nothing!" he smiled. "I'm broke and homeless. I was just hungry for something other than what the soup kitchen serves, so I thought to sneak into some rich people's party and steal food, which I did. I ate a fuckload of shrimp cocktails," he patted his tum-tum which then let out an audible grumble. All of that work made him hungry again. At least he didn't throw it all up. [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • junko •

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[junko]

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Junko stared at the kid for a moment before growling loudly, her chains grinding slowly to chime in, before tossing him over to the shallows by shore. "Fuck, dude, you can't just SAY shit like that then. Nobody with a brain wanders around and yells "I sure do love the po-leese" if they don't mean it. Shit gets your face kicked in." She slogged through the water back to shore, and plunked down next to him. "... sorry about that shit. Lead with that next time, alright? Coulda gone real bad if I was having a worse night."

She fished around in her jacket and thumbed open a bottle of OTC painkillers, tossing two into her hand and holding it out towards him, animosity forgotten. "Sorry about dragging you into the river. I know some good dry cleaners who'll clean that up for you so you can bilk some more dumb assholes some other night."

She pocketed the pills and shoved to her feet. "Come on, doofus. Let's get you a towel and some decent ramen. It's instant, but it ain't cup noodles. Got the chili oil packet and everything. I'll spring for a couple hours at one of those privacy booths so you can nap while you wait for your suit to get dry cleaned. But only if you move your ass, you feel me? I got more asses to kick before I call it quits for the night. HOPEFULLY much more deserving asses."

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[Sebastian Sinclaire]

Sebastian ♣ ♦ ♥ ♠ Sinclaire [attr="class","FaustContent"]Huh...Well he wasn't expecting to meet someone even more unreasonable than he was. Incredible. She genuinely believed that he was the one at fault here. Y'know, if he wasn't so lazy and uninterested in getting tangled up in some sort of complicated issue with the police/court system, he would've made sure to report this bitch to the police. It's a good thing he was too lazy to be moral! "First of all, I don't think me sarcastically declaring something as harmless as that justifies assault. Second of all, it's hard to speak when you punch a guy in the throat. Third of all, water under the bridge," he said in a sing-song tone, probably making every word that came out of his mouth sound sarcastic. "...I really shouldn't take pills from a stranger that just assault me, buuuuuuut I do like getting high, and I think the risks outweigh the benefits!" he snatched 'em right out of her hands and knocked the two back like House. "Are you insane? You think I"m going to go with you? A crazy lady that assaulted me because she thought I was rich? Do I look insane to you!?" Before allowing her to even answer, he quickly continued off. "Because I am. I'd never turn down a free meal. The rest of that shit is just the cherry on top. Oh my luck is finally turning around!" [attr="class","FaustNotes"][attr="class","FaustTags"]• Sebastian Sinclaire • junko •

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[junko]

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Junko rolled her eyes as he retorted, flapping her fingers as he defended himself. "Yeah, yeah, it's super harmless being in love with having bilked so many people of proper wages that you can fund a lavish lifestyle that could keep hundreds of people properly housed and fed. There is no intersection between "ethical" and "rich," my dude. If you got shit-tons of money, it's because you took it from someone else."

Long pause.

"Or you're a counterfeiter, in which case you're shitting on the little guy by fueling inflation, so either way, rich people are scumbags, full stop." She led the way, and shrugged. "Okay, okay, that's fair. Next time I'll, like. Go for a kneecap or something? I'll figure it out."

She blinked as her painkillers vanished, shrugged, and shook two more into her hand to take herself. "See, now you're being reasonable. I got you, dude. Maybe just this once, but unless you turn up in a few weeks with a black card and a Masi, water under the bridge works just fine for me. Now come on. I wanna make some eggs for the noodles."

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✓ Free shrimp cocktails and instant ramen for a little ass kicking? Not a bad deal! AMAZING job you two!! I hope Sebastian hasn't won the lottery the next time he runs into Junko. [break][break]

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