escapism

A Horror & Crime Based OC

Inspirations include Dennis Reynolds (IASIP,) Eddie Gluskin (Outlast,) the Largo siblings (Repo!,) Jennifer Check (Jennifer's Body,) frat boy behavior, and more.

Featuring themes of heavy drug use, organized crime, stalking, and a privileged upbringing. !!Nikolai is a villain and I do not condone or romanticize his behavior!!

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Nikolai, against all odds, does not smell like marijuana. Rather, he smells like expensive cologne (but, for once, not too much of it,) brown sugar and vanilla lotion, coconut hair product, and… a hint of strawberry edible on his breath. He wasn't about to go into this fully sober.

His suit is Olympus branded, vintage, with matching cufflinks. He's even wearing a shirt for once, a real shirt that buttons all the way up to his collar. Well… mostly. The top two buttons are open, but it's a shirt nonetheless. He takes his seat as instructed.

"Well, well. Mr. Agapov, now you've got me listening. You know what they say. Flattery will get you everywhere."

She crossed her legs, leaning back in the huge chair to look down at him. She knew his reputation. She wondered if he was hoping to get lucky. That would be borderline delusional. Surely he'd seen Newt in the papers? It he was trying to seduce her, the least he could have done was put on some glasses.

Truth be told, when he barks his demand, he has no idea who Leon is. He doesn't recognize him from the sound of his voice, chit chatting with someone and fully blocking the path to the door, or from the back of his head. He's just trying to get to the front door so he can light up a joint and smoke in peace without getting kicked out of the upscale event and getting chewed out once word got back to his father.

When he turns around, however, Nikolai recognizes him. Fuck. Goddamn space nut. He probably wouldn't have inserted himself in this confrontation if he'd realized. Not because he's intimidated; just because he thinks Leon is a wack job and an idiot. 

He's well aware that he's powerful. Maybe just as powerful as the Agapovs. But, Nikolai's family got their power through skill and intimidation. Not peddling woo woo bullshit fairy tales to looney bin freaks. 

It's not even the first time he's been caught kissing aman in the tabloids, but it is the first time someone else kissed him like that. Fuck that. If people were going to think he's gay, they were not going to think he's the goddamn bottom.

Leon bites him, hard, and tangles his hands into Nikolai's hair to pull it. He pushes him into the wall and shoves all of his weight against him. They tumble into some furniture instead, making the people sitting on the couch scramble. They're about the same size in terms of muscle, so it's an even struggle.

Leon grabs his throat and he wishes his reaction time wasn't so slow. He might've been able to block it if there wasn't still so much weed in his system. He might've had the motivation to actually get mad, too. As it is, Leon manages to squeeze his throat for a few good seconds before he bothers to react.

He bucks his hips in an attempt at knocking Leon off of him and- the older man definitely has a boner. Okay, weird. Is he starting to get one, too? Maybe, but it's the choking, not the culty weirdo.

Nikolai getting his claws into him snaps Leon back to reality and he yanks his hands away. He realizes what he's doing--and what everyone can see in his pants--and freezes.

Everyone at the party is watching. Leon's heart beats faster. The world is closing in around him. He's supposed to be an otherworldly being. He couldn't believe he let this stupid kid get him so worked up.

There was only one thing to do. Make it seem like he'd done that because he was so straight, not the opposite.

He stands up and quickly steps away from Nikolai's body on the couch. He flashes his perfect, shiny white smile at the gathered crowd. "Sorry, everyone. I got a little carried away."

Truth be told, when he barks his demand, he has no idea who Leon is. He doesn't recognize him from the sound of his voice, chit chatting with someone and fully blocking the path to the door, or from the back of his head. He's just trying to get to the front door so he can light up a joint and smoke in peace without getting kicked out of the upscale event and getting chewed out once word got back to his father.

When he turns around, however, Nikolai recognizes him. Fuck. Goddamn space nut. He probably wouldn't have inserted himself in this confrontation if he'd realized. Not because he's intimidated; just because he thinks Leon is a wack job and an idiot. 

He's well aware that he's powerful. Maybe just as powerful as the Agapovs. But, Nikolai's family got their power through skill and intimidation. Not peddling woo woo bullshit fairy tales to looney bin freaks. 

It's not even the first time he's been caught kissing aman in the tabloids, but it is the first time someone else kissed him like that. Fuck that. If people were going to think he's gay, they were not going to think he's the goddamn bottom.

Leon bites him, hard, and tangles his hands into Nikolai's hair to pull it. He pushes him into the wall and shoves all of his weight against him. They tumble into some furniture instead, making the people sitting on the couch scramble. They're about the same size in terms of muscle, so it's an even struggle.

Truth be told, when he barks his demand, he has no idea who Leon is. He doesn't recognize him from the sound of his voice, chit chatting with someone and fully blocking the path to the door, or from the back of his head. He's just trying to get to the front door so he can light up a joint and smoke in peace without getting kicked out of the upscale event and getting chewed out once word got back to his father.

When he turns around, however, Nikolai recognizes him. Fuck. Goddamn space nut. He probably wouldn't have inserted himself in this confrontation if he'd realized. Not because he's intimidated; just because he thinks Leon is a wack job and an idiot. 

He's well aware that he's powerful. Maybe just as powerful as the Agapovs. But, Nikolai's family got their power through skill and intimidation. Not peddling woo woo bullshit fairy tales to looney bin freaks. 

Leon does not move. In fact, he inserts himself more fully in Nikolai's way, intentionally this time. The person he was talking to starts to look uncomfortable; Leon pays him no mind. He wasn't going to let some spoiled kid born with a silver spoon in his mouth act like top dog.

"So cute that you can go the other way. Go on. It's over there."

He leans in close. Nikolai is taller (annoying). Leon's shoes have a noticable lift to them, but it's not helping. He doesn't let it get in his head, though. He's real close to the kid's face, not quite touching, but enough to smell that he reeks of weed and too much cologne. Couldn't be Leon--he only partook in upscale drugs. Like all the cocaine in his system.

Nikolai, against all odds, does not smell like marijuana. Rather, he smells like expensive cologne (but, for once, not too much of it,) brown sugar and vanilla lotion, coconut hair product, and… a hint of strawberry edible on his breath. He wasn't about to go into this fully sober.

His suit is Olympus branded, vintage, with matching cufflinks. He's even wearing a shirt for once, a real shirt that buttons all the way up to his collar. Well… mostly. The top two buttons are open, but it's a shirt nonetheless. He takes his seat as instructed.

"That's funny, isn't it? This business was so important, but he still wants the benefits a relationship with Olympus has to offer."

She knew perfectly well the kid was sucking up. It was not subtle. At least he knew how this was supposed to go. "Still, you're too kind. That's a nice suit. I do appreciate a loyal customer." The Olympus clothing line was one of the most prestigious in the world. Agapov obviously had money, and maybe even taste.

"Your family has a long history with the corporations of this city. Not, as I must point out, always a loyal one. Last I heard, old Sergey was doing protection for the Asgard Corporation. As I'm sure you must be aware, Asgard is one of our biggest rivals."

@foppishmuses said, "If you're enjoying this whole Talon thing, then--brilliant, I guess, cheers to being enemies. Don't take this the wrong way, but... Maybe you could do better?" - Tracer

                   He’d been sent to slaughter the former pilot, as this was one of TALON’S high priority targets, after all. What he hadn’t anticipated was for her to immediately turn the encounter into an interrogation, prompting a momentary hesitation as his raised hand tentatively begins to lower– having lifted to pull unseen gravitational threads taut, yet now falling to his side listlessly as the TALON agent drifts in a lazy circle around her, assessing. 

“... I do not have to justify myself to the likes of you.” SIGMA growls contemptuously, glassy lavender eyes narrowed sharply as he scowls down at the small Brit. “Better, worse– it is all a matter of subjectivity. You’re both just as sick as the other, as far as I am concerned!” God, humans made him so sick– prattling on and on about morality, as if they weren’t the ones who put him in this position!

"That's fair, mate," she admitted with a resigned sigh. "I'm not really aware of anything to do with you specifically. I give this speech to every Talon agent who comes to kill me. I've given it to Widowmaker, like, fifteen times. It's worth a shot, right?"

Before the Talon agent could move to aim at her, Tracer blinked again, again on the other side of him.

"I think you're wrong, though. Everyone wakes up every day and makes a thousand choices. It's up to you whether you choose to do the right thing or not."

Kiriko kicked herself for having gotten involved without any backup. She had thought she could take them--there were only three of them. She took out two before they even knew she was there, but the third one had come prepared with a sticky bomb.

She hadn't known the Hashimoto grunt even knew where she was. He must have followed the trajectory of her kunai and thrown blindly. He got lucky, but luck was enough. Kiriko couldn't even register what the thing he threw was before it was exploding glue everywhere.

She tried to teleport, but she couldn't move freely enough to do the gesture required. She struggled against the glue using all her strength, but it was useless.

"I knew you Yokai would show up eventually," said the Hashimoto. "I figured this would do the trick. I was right." The muzzle of the Hashimoto's gun tipped her chin up and she was forced to look at him. She glared. He wasn't anything special. She could take him if she could just move.

"How many of those have you got?" said Kiriko. She didn't really think it would work, but she had to try to talk her way out of it. "I could buy them off of you."

"No way," he said. "I was sitting here hoping you'd show up. You're my ticket to the top. Well..." He cocked his gun. "Your body, anyway."

His travels lead him to Japan, where it's been remarkably difficult to blend in as a nearly seven foot tall man with flowing blond hair. But, his hair is pulled back in a tight bun and he's wearing a nondescript pastel pink hoodie to conceal his shiny golden arm. He's not that noticeable in the dark, which is where he's now found himself.

He's on the hunt for a legend. A vigilante he's heard rumors of from a handful of locals; a fox girl who's been singlehandedly taking out the local gangs. She ends up not being so hard to find; with all the commotion of the fight, she sticks out as much as he does. When he sets his sights on her, she's stuck in a more literal sense.

He climbs onto the top of a dumpster to get a bit more of a height advantage. "You look like you could use a hand!"

She realized a little belatedly that she's in his arms and tries to jump down, but she's still sticky. All her squirming leaves her dangling off the muscular arms and chest she's stuck to. He seems to hold her up effortlessly. He's strong. And he smelled like flowers. What the hell?

Kiriko feels herself blushing. All the wiggling had dislodged her arms enough that she could teleport next to him instead of touching him. She kept her hand on her kunai, just in case he was crazy. Or in case the Hashimoto found them, but Kiriko was pretty focused on the huge, mysterious stranger right in front of her at the moment.