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[sharktrash]

DISPLAYING SUBJECT: SUPERBIA SQUALO Label: PRIDE RECORDS Band: MÄNTICORE Instrument: CELLO (+backing screams) Fame Lvl: 2 (Power 1 + Fortune 1) Current MP: 15 Short Description: ► 182cm 75kg, 22 y/o, twig, really long  white hair. Left-handed. ► He was considered a musical prodigy as a teenager and is sometimes called a cello genius (but he can still lose a play-off, so no worries). ► Loud, arrogant, violent and really not what you'd expect of the resident "classical" musician. He loves telling everyone how much better his band is than theirs, being obnoxious, and getting as much attention as possible. He also knows no shame or decency and is genuinely full of shit and actually you should probably check out his opt-out post. Regains So Far: ► white hair (5) ► Rain Flames (15; low intensity) ► prosthetic hand, fully functional (15) ► scars and tattoos (5) ► assassin skills & combat (30) ► Rain Flames (+15=30; moderate) ► Varia Ring of Rain (30) Regained Memories So Far: ► promising not to cut his hair ► failure at the Cradle Affair & ICE ► bacon & steak & getting facewalled ► getting (more or less) killed by Jager ► losing Rain battle + eaten by a shark ► Xanxus throwing shit at his head ► cutting his hand off and killing Tyr ► the Varia (looks & mannerisms) ► being the Requiem of Rain ► being drawn to Xanxus ► Xanxus' fire and his devotion to him ► being part of a "demonic" group ► "Squalo" being his real name ► Alo and Rain Flames ► working together with Xanxus ► killing people ► being mafia Resources: ► AC link: here ► Threadtracker: here ► CR chart: here ► Application: here ► Mood music and visuals: here ► Journal navigation: here Contact Player: ► jigglyballs ► PM this journal ► AIM: morphinedementia IC CONTACT ► PHONE: 1-555-613-2936 ► TEXT: 1-555-613-2936 ► EMAIL: s.squalo@priderecords.prc ► TWITTER: @betterthanyou ► FACEBOOK: Superbia Squalo ► YOUTUBE: prideshark ► BLOG: manticoreofficial.tumblr.com

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oh my

[sharktrash]

[ Shit! He'd almost forgotten. He can feel excitement bubbling as he does his best to try to spot it through the window, then zooms for the elevators. He's... still rather sore, actually, but nothing he can't handle. Plus he's mostly sober now, so it's as good a time as any -- ]

You should come outside too. We had a deal.

[ She's the first one who gets a trip around the block with him. Or wherever else. ]

vroom-vroom~

[scalpedsociety]

Give me a little while...

[After ten minutes she comes outside almost just as excited as him.]

So, who wears the helmet?

[Or they can fetch another one if he wants.]

[sharktrash]

[ He'll be waiting for her, leaning against the bike a little. She'll see what a perfect match it is for him, colors and design and everything, as if it's a picture straight out of a commercial. ]

[ He grins and holds the helmet out for her with a gallant almost-bow. ]

Ladies first. [ Then he ruins it with a shit-eating grin. ] Otherwise I might whip you in the eye with my hair.

[ He does proceed to tie it back once she takes the helmet off his hands, but let's be real, a ponytail that long is still a hazard. He'll do his best to tuck it under his coat. ]

[scalpedsociety]

[And he does look prefect, the silver paint job on the bike almost matches with his hair. And he hands her the helmet so gallantly. (She's gonna need it with all that hair whipping in her face.)

She'll put it on in front of him.]

There we are.

[sharktrash]

Great. [ He grins and throws one of his stork-like legs over the bike, patting the seat behind him. ] Get on and hold on tight.

[scalpedsociety]

[As instructed, she gets on the seat with him and wraps her arms around his thin middle tightly. He was always so thin but strong, she can hold on to him.]

Ready.

[sharktrash]

[ Well, he's probably just a little more toned now than she might be used to. He's been given back his abilities, which come with quite a bit more strength and dexterity and therefore most likely some muscle mass. But he's still not broad or anything; he never will be. ]

Don't let go~

[ He starts the engine, turns the bike around and AWAY THEY GO! Pretty much zooming. It's like he wants to see how many seconds is needed for this baby to go over the speed limit and then never slowing down. ]

[scalpedsociety]

[And Aramat screams a little, it's excited scream though at the speed and the wind on their skin. She holds on tightly to him though.]

You don't play around with the speed!

[But she likes it.]

[sharktrash]

[ Don't worry, his reflexes are sublime. He makes a sharp turn without ever getting out of his line and yells in excitement and laughs. ]

Yes, yes I do!!

[scalpedsociety]

[It's like he's been riding bikes for years... she grins at him through the helmet, wordlessly asking to go even faster.]

[sharktrash]

[ He has. And he had no chill, something that Pride had installed on him. To an extent. It's starting to crumble. ]

Let's see what this baby can do. HOLD ON!

[ And he fucking floors it. The bike stands on the end wheel for a moment, then zooms down the street, carrying them at pretty damn formidable speed. ]

[scalpedsociety]

[And Aramat screams in excitement at the speed and the wheelie getting popped

Honestly, they might get some speed tickets.]

[sharktrash]

[ It would if the cops could catch up lolol. Or maybe some will be mailed to them but who cares, they can afford it. ]

[ Squalo will gleefully run some red lights, too, possibly nearly run over some grandma, and then speed up to an empty car carrier trailer, make the bike jump on it, drive over it, and jump back down, all the while not losing his balance (or denting his own vehicle) for a moment. ]

[scalpedsociety]

[This is... a bit strange. This man drives like a professional and until now he never gave any hint he was good at this. Still right now Aramat isn't complaining, her brain and heart filling and pumping with excitement, adrenaline, a bit of fear and something else she can't explain.]

[sharktrash]

[ Well, that's because he wasn't. Not until after his birthday. He's almost a little surprised himself, but it feels natural. Like he's been able to do this for a long time. ]

[ After some more hair-curling turns and blatant speeding, ten to fifteen minutes probably, he'll be slowing down by the same parking lot they left from. He feels... kind of pumped up, actually. Like he wants a good fight. It's not entirely different from cocaine, to be honest. ]

Voi! Is there anywhere else you wanna go?

[scalpedsociety]

No. I'm fine stopping here.

[Her own heart is pounding and she feels the sudden need to do reckless, violent, passionate illegal things herself. And the feeling is... nice. The only problem is getting rid of the rush or keeping it going.

Aramat takes off her helmet.]

That was amazing Squalo.

[sharktrash]

Aw, alright then.

[ ........guess he's just gonna call Xanxus and invite him to terrorize the town. :'D ]

[ He'll slowly turn back into the parking lot and stop at his spot, turning the engine off after a moment of hesitation and tucking the keys safely into a zipped pocket. Then he'll climb off the bike and offer a hand to Aramat almost like a proper gentleman, grinning. ]

I know. I was driving.

[scalpedsociety]

[Give her a little while Squalo. It's the first time in a long time she's felt this way and didn't entirely fear it. (Admittedly, she never did coke with you.)

She gets off the motorcycle with Squalo's help, still excited as anything.]

We would really do something exciting like that again. My hearts still racing right now...

[sharktrash]

[ And whose fault is that? ]

Just give me a call whenever you feel like it.