#thread.lionel

[b4rredteeth]

"I bet in attitude then," he said, grinning. Matevos had been at a point to believe anyone was a sibling of Cyrek after meeting two of them. He'd never really met families what had different siblings, vastly different, as the Alders were. Then again, he'd never really been in with other kids anyway, perhaps he'd met more than he knew. Now he worried that he might lose his place to Lionel and would have to speak with Cyrek later, not that he couldn't wait, he'd just begun to dislike coming to this place. It didn't bring back memories or anything, it just made him feel a bit odd, having 'escaped' it, as if escape was necessary. He'd thought about moving back several times, when Anna broke things off… not that there had been a thing to break off that was. But he'd chickened out because he'd already sold his old home and the new one had been too expensive to give up on right away. There was no way all his new things would fit into a sizeable home.

"Ah, well, just in case: I was here first," he noted. "I don't think he'll use it, except when he needs to make a call himself. I have a second phone at the office just for him," he said. "Kinda sweet though, that you'd give up your bonus for that piece of trash," he laughed, he meant well. He thought the world of Cyrek, but he was also slightly annoyed to be waiting. He felt like breaking into the house, he could pretend it was for the sake of the chicken or something. "Hmmm, oh, same old, same old. Taking care of animals while petting frightened owners on their heads. You?"

𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥 & 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐬​:

Matevos wasn’t one to stalk outside of people’s homes, but there were times when it was absolutely necessary that he stood at the Kingpin trailer park and looked menacing. There were times when his association with the Bastards was made so ABSOLUTELY clear, and when he simply couldn’t get out of it: mostly when his boss didn’t show up within the agreed timeframe. And it hadn’t been the often anymore recently, not since Matevos had moved away from the trailer park into a more comfy apartment - that was sucking him dry. Also he couldn’t really blame Cyrek, since he was soooo often late himself to any meetings.

He frowned when the figure that was slightly familiar to him walked up to him talking as if they’d never really met before. Which he was certain they had, though once again Matevos was plagued with the fact that he was shit with faces, names, and all additional information. Though the nickname spurred the wheels in motion. Nobody who called him Mat or Matty could be that far removed from him anyway. It was either: people who knew him and knew he didn’t mind nicknames that much or people who had a lot of difficulty remembering what his name was since it wasn’t an English name. He had been rather proud of it once, he was named after his grandfather. “I remember you,” he said, though that was… about half-right. “Though like always I’m thrown off because you two look nothing alike,” he added. Old-school Matty. “Pretty much, yes, you too? Surprise visit or are you his next appointment?”

A hearty laugh left Lionel’s chest whenever the other remarked upon his and his foster brother’s visual dissimilarities. It was a good joke — if not a bit overwrought, considering it’s all he used to hear from the teachers that inherited each mix-and-match Adler children, one year after another. At least there had been a sizeable gap between himself and Cyrek, still, it must not have been easy as they both shared addictive personalities; while the strawberry blonde was certainly the less overtly cynical of the two, their defining difference, he was very fond of his substances, on and off campus.

“Really? I used to think we were twins,” he tagged along, approaching the trailer in his scuffed converse that had the drawings of half a dozen friends on the rubber lining, like notes in the margins of a journal. He always liked personalizing them, that way he’d never forget any of the people in his life he once thought were important. “Always a surprise visit. He hardly answers his fucking landline, it’s annoying. I was thinking of coming around with a new phone one of these days, whenever I get a good bonus, ya know? Anyway, what have you been up to, boss?” He’d referred to everyone in the Bastards as boss or chief or another term he thought would bolster morale in an already cocksure band.

[b4rredteeth]

In-ho shrugged. "It's a very human reaction, to want to forget for a moment. There are movies and stories about kids holding parties while the world is ending, or throwing a big feast before a war, it's what keeps people going, even if it's just something to take their mind off of things. But Carnivale is more than that, the masks, forcing us to stand away from life, pretend to be someone else, not question the richness around us, not question the drinks in our hands, but instead revel in it. So perhaps they have not succeeded at all, perhaps showing off their wealth was the one step in which they went wrong. As with a Carnival one moves through the street, brings old and young, rich and poor together, attempts to cut through those divisions." He smiled, taking a sip from his drink. "You would respect their attempt if not for the one thing that may have brought them to doing such a thing?" He asked.

Lionel felt, in truth, a bit juvenile at the gathering. He hadn’t been to an event of such extravagance since his own school dances — which felt like eons ago, even if it were only a little over half a decade past. Perhaps it was the suit and tie that threw him off his rhythm, the pairing a bit restrictive for someone who regularly dressed like a comic book character, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t committed to reshaping his perception of the environment and having a good time nonetheless. It was one of his rare qualities, after all. And with the confidence boost supplied by a healthy amount of champagne cycling through his bloodstream, there really was no where else to go but up as the evening gradually unfolded and disaster had yet to strike viciously upon those in attendance.

A foreign voice speaking up attracted the bassist’s attention away from the gaggle of dancers that were waltzing around like the kind of people in their tax bracket where probably taught how to from the time they could stand up straight. “Really? No kidding,” he commented, smiling halfheartedly. “I’m not that surprised. Only Anchorage would throw a party like this one after everything that’s happened. These people revel in the macabre. I’d respect it if it didn’t mean I have to triple lock my doors shut at night. And bolt down my windows.”

[b4rredteeth]

Matevos wasn't one to stalk outside of people's homes, but there were times when it was absolutely necessary that he stood at the Kingpin trailer park and looked menacing. There were times when his association with the Bastards was made so ABSOLUTELY clear, and when he simply couldn't get out of it: mostly when his boss didn't show up within the agreed timeframe. And it hadn't been the often anymore recently, not since Matevos had moved away from the trailer park into a more comfy apartment - that was sucking him dry. Also he couldn't really blame Cyrek, since he was soooo often late himself to any meetings.

He frowned when the figure that was slightly familiar to him walked up to him talking as if they'd never really met before. Which he was certain they had, though once again Matevos was plagued with the fact that he was shit with faces, names, and all additional information. Though the nickname spurred the wheels in motion. Nobody who called him Mat or Matty could be that far removed from him anyway. It was either: people who knew him and knew he didn't mind nicknames that much or people who had a lot of difficulty remembering what his name was since it wasn't an English name. He had been rather proud of it once, he was named after his grandfather. "I remember you," he said, though that was... about half-right. "Though like always I'm thrown off because you two look nothing alike," he added. Old-school Matty. "Pretty much, yes, you too? Surprise visit or are you his next appointment?"

february 20th, kingpin trailer park @b4rredteeth​​

Like any other day of the week when Lionel had spare time, he chose to use it visiting his brother and nieces. Anchorage proved itself a desolate and lonely place when ample time wasn’t afforded to family and friends, he found, but perhaps that was only his perspective. He knew that most people were well-aware and reveled in the solitude the icy coastal town offered, that ultimately he was the outcast. That didn’t discourage him, though, nor had it ever. After undoing his seatbelt and pushing open the door of his dinged-up Mazda Miata, his sneakers crunched the snow and gravel while he began his approach toward the trailer — that was, before his loud steps came to an abrupt halt as he noticed someone idling outside of Cyrek’s abode. He didn’t recognize Matevos initially, cursing himself internally for clinging onto his pair of contacts rather than relinquishing them for the bulky glasses he had rotting in a case back at his apartment. “… Are you looking for someone?” he asked, eyes squinted at the enforcer. “I’m not from ‘round here, but I could help — oh! Matty! Hi! It’s Ellie,” His posture straightened and his smile grew as he hurried through the thick slushes of snow. “Cy’s brother? We haven’t spoken much. I guess you’re waiting on that dickhead, huh?”