paixaorpg | Drown My Sorrows [closed/done]

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Drown My Sorrows [closed/done]

Character(s): Gojyo, random gypsies, whoever wants to join~
Content: Battered by Ansem, Gojyo wanders to the building overrun by gypsies which may prove to be a nice place to stay and try to forget.
Setting: Carta Para Ti
Time: Second day, late afternoon
Warnings: None so far

When Gojyo awoke that morning, he found Namine still asleep and Kairi missing. The letter she left explained that she was going after Riku in attempt to find out what was wrong with him. The name brought shivers up the half-breed's spine. He laid the note back on the dresser next to the sleeping blonde and began making preperations to leave.

He had no choice but to remain in the loosely fitting blue pajama pants given to him by the hotel- for there was no way on earth he'd even touch the short pair Ansem had thrown at him in the street. If anyone dared laugh they were going to get a fist crammed into their face very quickly.

Gojyo had been wandering for a few hours now. During that time, he'd recieved two messages on the blasted pink journal. The first was from Namine, begging him to get to Ansem before Kairi. This had been a hard one to ignore... The red-head- and he was rather ashamed of the fact- did not want to go anywhere near Ansem at the moment. Not since he still felt like the man had his fingers wrapped around his throat in the form of a leather collar. Gojyo remembered being horrified and frustrated that night when he discovered he could not remove the humiliating brand of ownership. If Ansem had meant to make him feel like a dog- he was suceeding.

The second had been from the man himself... daring him to come after him. Gojyo wasn't that stupid. He knew full well he had no way of defeating him as he was. The strength Ansem had shown during their first encounter was proof enough that he'd just been throwing his life away. Revenge would have to wait until he could find a way to beat him. He found himself wishing again that Sanzo and Hakkai were with him... They would have been able to figure it out... Hell, they would have been able to prevent the whole thing in the first place- he bet. Sometimes he was so damn stupid- and without either of those two to warn him- he'd gotten himself in trouble again.

A large building loomed before him now. He stared up at it, blinking against the sunlight. Gojyo wasn't sure who lived there- but he was once again starving, thirsty, and tired. He hadn't eaten breakfast when he left the hotel and there didn't seem to be any natural sources of water in this fucked up city. Music floated to his ears from inside the building. At least that meant somebody lived here.

Hopefully they weren't hostile. Gojyo raised a fist and knocked on the door.

"Hey! Anybody there?"

He called hoarsly.

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The music flowing through the building seemed to fall into some sort of hush- and for several seconds, it might've been possible to hear some hushed whispers coming from within.

Finally, the door was suddenly snapped wide open and a woman stood before the door- she was blond as anyone else in the city but her hair was thick and wild, beaded and braided, her eyes somehow myriads more intense than anyone else's Gojyo had encountered in the city previously. She was curvy; dressed in a white sarong with a second layer of orange and blue fabric, golden bangles on her wrists and in her ears.

She was, obviously, a gypsy of some sort. In a clipped, distinctly exoticly accented voice, she ashed, "What is it you want?" after giving the foreigner a slow look up and down, observing how much of a mess the man seemed to be.

Gojyo wasn't expecting a woman to open the door, much less one so...striking. Her intense gaze was a welcomed break from the almost blank stare most of the citizens inhabitants wore. Staring probably wasn't the appropriate response to her question, the red-head realized and hurridly began to speak.

"I was just looking for a place to rest... Does everyone who lives here look like you? Because if they do, I must've died and gone to heaven."

He tried a lopsided grin- but it ended up more lopsided than charming because of his tired state.

A thin brow rose...

He looked rough. Hm. That was okay, though; he was CUTE too. And foreign. That was always a plus... though she had to wonder what was with all of the weridos popping up lately. Ah well. It was a little more interesting than all the blond and blue eyed, wasn't it?

She grinned, tilting her head upward, apparently not at all bothered by his commentary. "Sure do. It's almost impossible to tell me and my sisters apart. Either way, if a place to stay is what you are looking for, vermelho, then perhaps I can be of service to you." Hm. An unfamiliar word, Gojyo probably wouldn't be able to recognize it. Either way, his most striking feature was his red hair- and so she called him that. Red.

Gojyo was cheered by the woman's receptiveness- it was far better than how the waitress back at the inn had simply ignored him. And she had sisters? What a great set-up!

"I knew you'd be a kind gal. Thanks, sweetheart."

He replied, lifting his bad hand to brush aside a strand of hair before realizing it was bandaged too heavily to do so. To add to his embarassment, his stomach took that silent moment to try and alert him to its emptiness.

The girl observed his hand, and then blinked. Apparently not the brightest lightbulb in the box, before he could put it down she reached for it and grasped it tightly, yanking him forward. "Well come on then, vermelho, we'll get you fixed up. You need some food too, don't you? And music... everybody loves music!"

And as if on que, it started again. Gojyo was tugged none too gently into the house - and into the world of Carta Para Ti.

It was a strange place. Decorated elaborately as the ceilings of the domes - angels, demons, mythological creatures plastered themselves on the walls. Lights and handles were haphazardly strug up all over. It was homey, but very brightly coloured. And very loud. There were many people inside, the girl's many many sisters as well as what seemed to be her family. They were dancing, singing, eating - a buffet lined the walls as well with all sorts of exotic and delicious looking food.

"Everybody! Everybody! Let's meet our new friend, Vermelho!" She'd never even asked for his name.. "He's tired and hungry and needs a place to sleep! We'll give it to him... let's celebrate!"

Gojyo winced as she gripped his bad hand and yanked him inside. Music blared and colors began dancing before his eyes so quickly it made him slightly dizzy. His mouth hung open, intent on saying something, but nothing would come. The atmoshpere was quite...overwhelming.

But that wasn't a bad thing. Not at all. He managed a sheepish grin to all the others as the gypsy woman introduced him. Gojyo didn't mind all that much that she was calling him... what was it... Vermelho? It didn't matter what she called him- as long as some of that food- and hopefully alcohol as well- was gonna be his.

"Well, damn... this is my kind of place, alright."

"Great!" the girl yelled to Gojyo, giving him a rather rough slap on the back before moving forward and disappearing into the crowd of her relatives.

However, Vermelho wouldn't be left alone. A throng of females came from the group - her sisters, apparently! - and surrounding Gojyo, giggling madly and grabbing at his hands and touching his hair curiously - as if they'd never seen a man like him before. Which was entirely true. A keg of beer was shoved by an anonymous hand toward him, and they yelled, "Drink up! We are glad to have you!"

For being so hospitable, they sure weren't very careful with his wounds. But if Gojyo was bothered by it, the thought easily slipped away as women began to flock around him. Never had he been given so much excited female attention- not even at bars when he was winning a big poker game. Any worry he still had left about Ansem was obliterated by their curious touches and fawning over his looks. He grinned at them all appreciativly, slipping his hands around anyone's waist that was closest.

Gojyo's red eyes lit up at the appearance of the keg. He had been flattering the girl earlier when he said he'd died and gone to heaven but now he wasn't entirely sure. Soon everyone had a mug and Gojyo was laughing and joking with them all amiacably. The music even inspired him to dance at one point, back to back with several women throughout the crazy crowd of merry people.

Suffice to say, the red-head was quite the happy kappa.

Food was shoved in his direction a little later, too. Though the time passed, and everyone was getting a little bit tired, but that didn't mean the festivities stopped. Oh no. The music switched to something more mellow, though.

The woman who Gojyo had first seen saunted up to him, wherever he might of been now - and smiled up at him. "Now because you are our guest, we'll give you a special present. Vermelho, have you ever had your cards read?"

Gojyo had to wait until his eyes focused to recognize the woman as the one who'd answered the door. He chuckled drunkenly, leaning down and purring in her ear.

"You can read anything of mine you want, babe~"

It wasn't exactly an answer to her question, but it seemed sufficient in the half-breed's extremely mellow state of mind. He was tired, full, and riding a rather pleasent buzz. She could have asked him if he'd like to be hung upside down in a cellar and he might have said yes.

The girl laughed softly and grabbed Gojyo's good hand. She led him over to a vacant table in a dim corner, and urged him to sit down.

Once she sat across from him, from the depths of her robes she pulled a deck of strange, beautifully illustrated cards. "These will tell you what is in store for your future. For a man in a land so strange I imagine he would like to know things like this, no?" she asked him, slowly shuffling the cards.

Gojyo lowered himself into the chair across from her, leaning his elbows up on the table and watching the cards slips easily through her fingers. Her shuffling was almost hypnotic. They had symbols on them that Gojyo had never seen before...

"Go 'head."

He encouraged her, hoping muzzily that his near future envolved getting laid.

The woman shuffled through the cards. When she was finally done, she placed them down before her and reached out... her palm up, asking for Gojyo's hand. If he was slow about it, she would simply reach out and snatch it, placing it under hers.

"Now... let's begin, Vermelho..."

Her free hand pulled up one card, kept it face down, and placed it in the center of the table. The process was repeated until a cross was formed... and she looked up at him a moment before flipping over the cards, one by one...

"...My, my."

Gojyo blinked, allowing his hand to be snatched. The golden bangles on her wrist caught little beams of light while she worked. He watched the cards as they turned, puzzled by the strange pictures and shapes.

"What, is there a tall dark stranger I'm gonna meet?"

He joked with a lazy grin. The red-head was willing to go along with whatever she said- considering the gypsy woman's entrancing beauty and his own ease created by the warm atmosphere.

"Mmm... something like that," she said, her hand clutching his slightly, as if the cards made her nervous - this was true.

She looked down, over them, and frowned. "Vermelho, even if you have been shown kindness here I am afraid it will not last for very long. You must be careful."

The woman paused, and looked up at him slowly.

"There's darkness in your heart..." Her nails dug slightly into his hand.

"Huh...?"

Her odd tone of voice caused a shiver to run down Gojyo's spine. The red-head winced, hissing through his teeth at the unexpected cut of her nails.

"What're you talkin' about?"

Suddenly, the atmosphere didn't seem so warm. The hairs on the back of his neck began to prick up.

The woman's eyes narrowed. Suddenly, she seemed almost... sinister? If Gojyo looked around, he'd make note that the entire crowd seemed to have fallen silent - their eyes focused on the redheaded man, their glares venemous.

"Darkness," she uttered.

Without warning, her nails raked quickly down his hand and she lept up from her chair, causing it to fall on the floor behind her. No matter to her - she was now crawling onto the table to get to Gojyo, and it seemed like she was aiming to TEAR his eyes out!

All of a sudden, the loudest thing in the room seemed to be Gojyo's heartbeat thudding in his ears.

"The hell?!"

He yelped, yanking his hand away from her scrabbling nails. The red-head backed up hurridly, red eyes wide in uncomprehending horror. A flash of light and the pop of misplaced air signaled the insinctive summon of his weapon. He gripped the long steel poll, keeping the blade end between him and the crazed gypsy.

Apparently, the weapon did not daunt her - nor the other patrons of Carta Para Ti. They began to circle Gojyo, while she moved over the table and came to stand in front of him. "Darkness is in your heart... we don't like Darkness."

It felt like a thousand hands reached for him. No weapon was going to defend him - his best option? Get the HELL out of there!

This was /not/ good. The appearance of his weapon had failed to cause any of them to back up or react in fear. If he didn't move quickly, and soon, he'd be completely surrounded. Gojyo recoiled away from the grabbing hands- where once he'd welcomed them- swatting at any that came too close.

With a desperate leap over a few of them, the frightened red-head dashed for the door, scrabbling frantically to yank it open and run to freedom.

"What a bunch of freaks!"

They came close. The smacks didn't deter the elaborately-dressed gypsies and they followed after him, snatching at his clothes and trying to hold him still. Off to the side, something flashed -- some of them had knives. The door opened freely but the gypsies didn't intend to let him get away so easily.

*Gojyo grunted, pushing forward to dislodge the grip of the crazed gypsies on his clothing. He nearly lost his jacket, as it was yanked off one shoulder before he could dodge away. The red-head flung himself out of the door, hitting the ground running as fast as he could get his legs to move.

What a terrible place a to rest this had turned out to be! He dared not look back lest one of them plunge their nails into his eyes. It seemed as though everyone in this world was out to severely maim him...*

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