[Vincent can't say that he's ever really had particularly strong feelings for aquatic animals - much like most things in his life, they were simply there. but a free voucher is a free voucher, and he was hardly ill-natured enough to turn down a change of scenery at no personal cost to himself.
the trip had even managed to be pretty enjoyable so far, despite the swarms of people buffeting him to and fro whenever his attention wandered for too long. the deep sea exhibits were particularly fascinating, and he finds himself lingering by the informational plaques longer than he'd anticipated. there was simply something entrancing about the otherworldly nature of many of the fish.
eventually, however, the crowds prove too much for his (admittedly limited) patience. rather than allow them to dictate how long his outing lasts and send him into a hasty retreat, he opts instead to step in line for a whale-watching tour. Vincent doubts they'll actually see any whales, but the gentle rock of the boat is soothing and the number of people on board will be severely limited.
it's a pretty good idea, if he does say so himself...right up until the ticket taker tells him that they can't allow him aboard 'unsupervised'.]
...you can't be serious.
[his diminutive height (4'10", give or take some hair) is a constant sore spot for Vincent, but to be totally mistaken as a child is an infrequent enough occurrence that he finds himself temporarily stunned into silence. how long that'll last, of course, is hard to say, given the severe downward slope of his eyebrows.
really, now. what child wore this much leather or was allowed to pierce so much of their face?]
two;
[so part of this aquarium adventure had proven itself to be a bust. fine, whatever. he'd 'paid' for an overnight experience and by god he was going to see this through to the end, even if at this point it was almost purely to spite the braindead owners who'd thought to hire completely blind people for employees.
he'd been careful to choose the building with the deep sea life exhibits in it for this overnight excursion, and now that the facility's officially closed to the public he takes the opportunity to spend some quiet time in what had surprisingly become one of his new favorite locations. it's pretty late now, and he'd sleep in a moment - the allure of quite among the grotesque was simply too much to ignore.
it's while he's staring up idly at the undulating creatures that he suddenly feels a splitting pain shoot through his skull, like -
"The girl is our kin, she will stay. But the boy is an abomination. He is a harbinger...disaster will come to Hyouga if he lives."
he can see them, dimly, as if through cloth wrappings. can feel their fear and hatred towards him - and his own burning desire to slaughter these women where they stand.
whatever this vision is, it's too much for him to handle. by the time Vincent returns to the real world he's already on his knees, instinctual self-preservation the only thing between himself and a concussion. he can't help but allow a grown to pass through his lips; even as the thought recedes, his headache doesn't.
rather than pull himself to his feet once more, he settles himself heavily against the nearest wall. pride won't allow him to press a hand to his forehead, so instead he gives himself a distraction by rummaging around in his jacket pocket in order to produce a small notebook and pencil.
the incident was strange and disturbing, but he refuses to allow himself to dwell on any of it. instead he decides to attempt to channel all that uneasiness into writing some new lyrics - the imagery had certainly been brutal enough to qualify, after all. he already has a title for the song in mind, which he jots down quickly: The Cursed Child.]
three;
Hiei: looking to sell what i assume are the usual items and furniture found in a basic human apartment Hiei: i know what everything is worth so if youre looking to take advantage of a good deal youre wasting your time Hiei: interested in getting rid of everything quickly Hiei: just dont expect me to help you move any of it
Hiei: also looking to purchase a sword Hiei: katana preferable Hiei: well meet in person so i can inspect it and if it manages to meet my standards then well discuss a price Hiei: i want high quality and will make any idiot stupid enough to try and pawn their junk off on me regret it
four;
[wildcard! feel free to hit me up with anything.
for reference, 'Vincent' is a sixteen year old from a well to do family who's dropped out of school and run away from home. he plays in a black metal band as their guitarist and lyricist.]
Hiei | Yu Yu Hakusho
[Vincent can't say that he's ever really had particularly strong feelings for aquatic animals - much like most things in his life, they were simply there. but a free voucher is a free voucher, and he was hardly ill-natured enough to turn down a change of scenery at no personal cost to himself.
the trip had even managed to be pretty enjoyable so far, despite the swarms of people buffeting him to and fro whenever his attention wandered for too long. the deep sea exhibits were particularly fascinating, and he finds himself lingering by the informational plaques longer than he'd anticipated. there was simply something entrancing about the otherworldly nature of many of the fish.
eventually, however, the crowds prove too much for his (admittedly limited) patience. rather than allow them to dictate how long his outing lasts and send him into a hasty retreat, he opts instead to step in line for a whale-watching tour. Vincent doubts they'll actually see any whales, but the gentle rock of the boat is soothing and the number of people on board will be severely limited.
it's a pretty good idea, if he does say so himself...right up until the ticket taker tells him that they can't allow him aboard 'unsupervised'.]
...you can't be serious.
[his diminutive height (4'10", give or take some hair) is a constant sore spot for Vincent, but to be totally mistaken as a child is an infrequent enough occurrence that he finds himself temporarily stunned into silence. how long that'll last, of course, is hard to say, given the severe downward slope of his eyebrows.
really, now. what child wore this much leather or was allowed to pierce so much of their face?]
two;
[so part of this aquarium adventure had proven itself to be a bust. fine, whatever. he'd 'paid' for an overnight experience and by god he was going to see this through to the end, even if at this point it was almost purely to spite the braindead owners who'd thought to hire completely blind people for employees.
he'd been careful to choose the building with the deep sea life exhibits in it for this overnight excursion, and now that the facility's officially closed to the public he takes the opportunity to spend some quiet time in what had surprisingly become one of his new favorite locations. it's pretty late now, and he'd sleep in a moment - the allure of quite among the grotesque was simply too much to ignore.
it's while he's staring up idly at the undulating creatures that he suddenly feels a splitting pain shoot through his skull, like -
"The girl is our kin, she will stay. But the boy is an abomination. He is a harbinger...disaster will come to Hyouga if he lives."
he can see them, dimly, as if through cloth wrappings. can feel their fear and hatred towards him - and his own burning desire to slaughter these women where they stand.
whatever this vision is, it's too much for him to handle. by the time Vincent returns to the real world he's already on his knees, instinctual self-preservation the only thing between himself and a concussion. he can't help but allow a grown to pass through his lips; even as the thought recedes, his headache doesn't.
rather than pull himself to his feet once more, he settles himself heavily against the nearest wall. pride won't allow him to press a hand to his forehead, so instead he gives himself a distraction by rummaging around in his jacket pocket in order to produce a small notebook and pencil.
the incident was strange and disturbing, but he refuses to allow himself to dwell on any of it. instead he decides to attempt to channel all that uneasiness into writing some new lyrics - the imagery had certainly been brutal enough to qualify, after all. he already has a title for the song in mind, which he jots down quickly: The Cursed Child.]
three;
Hiei: looking to sell what i assume are the usual items and furniture found in a basic human apartment
Hiei: i know what everything is worth so if youre looking to take advantage of a good deal youre wasting your time
Hiei: interested in getting rid of everything quickly
Hiei: just dont expect me to help you move any of it
Hiei: also looking to purchase a sword
Hiei: katana preferable
Hiei: well meet in person so i can inspect it and if it manages to meet my standards then well discuss a price
Hiei: i want high quality and will make any idiot stupid enough to try and pawn their junk off on me regret it
four;
[wildcard! feel free to hit me up with anything.
for reference, 'Vincent' is a sixteen year old from a well to do family who's dropped out of school and run away from home. he plays in a black metal band as their guitarist and lyricist.]