Dean would be in good company if they knew he was wanted. Enough of the people in the room were wanted or had spent time in jail that they might not even care, sober or not. Just one more criminal in the mix. That comment about Viktor gets Joe a hard punch in the shoulder. Luckily, Aarne has already taken the booze bottle beforehand or it might have went flying.
Then he laughs a bit at Joe. "Teach Viktor make napalm bombs for next car chase you on motorvei." The Norwegian slipping in because Vars didn't know the English word he needed.
Rik starts giggling until his cheeks redden. "Hunter doesn't get angry on coke. It's more naked and kinky."
And a mess. His bandmates had seen so much of that crazy over the years from Hunter and drugs. Aarne had been chugging jack and nearly chokes with what Rik says because it is true. He'd probably be slapping someone's ass if he was in here high.
"I'm good, thanks. You think an ass this fine gets lonely?" He grins. No, he doesn't hurt for carnal company. But he'd never admit to being lonely and not in a room full of cool-ass punk strangers. However. "Both, actually. I'm more of a tits and ass kinda guy, but doesn't mean I haven't messed around a bit. I've been around a lot."
It's around here that he starts to properly relax again, being distracted from the furry friend in the room. He chuckles "I'm pretty sure the arson started after we split ways for the night. If I'm burning things, it's for a reason. Not going to ruin the bastard's fun, though." He might have stern words for him if innocents get caught in the crossfire, but if he's just dicking with the cops and their vehicles, he's ambivalent to the idea of just not being in the area at the time. "Napalm's on the list of things I am damn sure I want him to teach me, though. That shit could be useful."
A laugh, as he sits himself down a small ways from the bed, grabbing a bottle of whiskey from the table on the way and popping the seal. He's not fussy on his drink but this is much more his speed and buzz. Just... more expensively. "Fair enough. Everyone's got their shit that they're into, I ain't here to judge, just to get fucked up and party with friends. Fairly sure you guys know what I'm saying on that one, right?"
Joe was about to add another lewd comment directed towards Dean when he heard a knock at the door and some giggling on the other side. It was coming from two people since there were voices outside and then the door burst open with Hunter and Gilly coming to crash the party. Of course they were.
The Swede had a bottle of wine in his right hand and Gilly had another in his own hand. They were swigging from the bottles and looking trashed since the singer's hair was a little more messy than usual and he had bite marks on his neck line. Gilly, the blond tarty drummer, was giggling and red in the face with lipstick marks on his cheek. What a trashfire.
"Oh, a party! Are we invited, blomma? We are now---"
Hunter made himself comfortable on a nearby chair and watched as Gilly jumped into his lap, sticking his tongue out at Rik and then near shrieking once he clapped eyes on the rat. He didn't like small crawly things and Rik's rat was furry and crawly. Hunter noticed the stranger in the room and offered him a little wave.
Sorry Dean but Hunter is the vodka mum of the band and an utter trashfire when drunk.
"Hello there, handsome. I am Hunter Ivarsson and this is Gilly my boyfriend."
"Viktor no learn all but I teach." Vars tells Dean and it gets a look from Rik that is almost a laugh. "Get things from room. Need drain bottle." He's pointing at Fin then the punk left for a moment to make his way down to his room and get the things they would need to make napalm.
Aarne laughs and starts chugging the bottle faster. The punk was going to blow something up and he was all for this. Vars was not as wild as the other but he did his own brand of crazy that the Hammers were used to.
"He's making fire? How long until Viktor shows up?" Rik asks Aarne mischievously.
"Faster than a whore in a cathouse." Aarne mentions with a laugh while still trying to drain the bottle and lowering his hand for Bonne to come up. The rat was almost a band pet though she was Rik's. But it was like Rik mentioning the singer summoned him to the door.
Rik picks up the nearest thing, which was a box of tissues, and throws it at Gilly's face with some force. "Shut your tartmouth screaming."
Aarne snuggles the rat who was poking around at his earrings. "He's just jealous that she's cuter than he is."
The Fin leans into Joe, chugging on the bottle. They would need at least two, more if Viktor shows up.
He is just watching this glorious trashfire of a party with absolute amusement. "Hey, Hunter. Hey, Gilly. Dean, party crasher also." He greets them with a wave. We'll, he'd kind of been invited but also dropped massive hints that he wanted to be. He grins at Gilly sympathetically. He wasn't that bad, at least. "I'm so glad I'm not the only one with issues with the rat, not gonna lie."
He's gonna learn how to make fucking napalm. Fuck. Yes. But he throws out into the room: "on the scale of one to 'yes', how much of a bad idea is it to teach you guys how to make flamethrowers?" Because clearly, the thing they need to learn to make is more fire.
All the talk of fire and blowing things up had Hunter put on his vodka mum expression as he just stared between Vars and Aarne, wondering what was going down between them both. Viktor included. The punks were wild and Hunter knew how much the Brit punk loved his fire. Oh gods. He hadn't showed up yet but something told the singer that he would be drawn to the room like a moth to a flame.
Gilly offered Dean a smile and nodded. Ignoring the box of tissues thrown at him by Rik; he instead picked them up and threw them towards Joe. The comment about Viktor picking up the scent of smoke faster than a whore in a cathouse got the blond drummer giggling. He pressed a kiss to Hunter's cheek then settled himself in the Swede's lap with his bottle of wine.
"Fire? Goodness, kronblad. Please do not burn down the hotel with you and your punk lover boy."
A look towards Vars and Hunter was then watching Rik, making sure he was alright with his rat. It looked that way. As for Joe and Aarne? Well, they were the usual Trash Twins and drunk by the looks of things. Joe laughed and then pulled Aarne's hair slightly whilst gulping down some Jack. Turning back to Dean, Hunter frowned a little.
"You are also a fire bug like Viktor? Making fire and being a bad boy?"
"Doesn't Jack have one?" Aarne asks Damien once it is mentioned.
"I think Ziggy taught him how to make a flamethrower with shit in the house." Damien wasn't sure as he found a place to sit. Chairs were a pain for someone like Damien, his legs were way too long, so he sat on the floor imagining that Aarne had the same issue. Then Damien is laughing. "That's such a little rat. We have ones bigger than cats back home. They're everywhere."
Hunger City was filled with rats and other things that really did put off other people. The Diamond Dogs were used to it though and lived closely with the animals around the place.
Vars just waved off Hunter with a grouchy sound before disappearing out the door. Which has Rik laughing even more and looking to the band leader. "The other night I watched them throwing Molotovs out the window to see if they could break one on the hotel across the street."
Aarne had watched too from his balcony. It was like some extreme sport watching the punks try and either smash things, burn things, start brawls or fight each other. Aarne found the whole mess amusing, even more so since Joe had started him drinking more than ever.
"Nah, I only tend to set fire to things that need setting fire to." He shrugs, letting the group take of that what they will. He does drop in in a joking "Perks of the job: Helping people and arson."
He pulls a face at the mention of rats the size of cats, shaking that image out of his head. No thanks.
He looks out of the window, trying to gauge the distance. "Did anyone actually hit it? Or just make a mess on the street?" He may be subtly trying for to find out if they caught anyone in the stunt.
Hunter knew how crazy his band members were but still---the throwing molotovs from the balcony? That was dangerous and it caused an expression of concern to wash over the singer's face. Who only knew what Dean thought of this. Viktor was a wild one but he seemed good for Vars who needed stability of some sort in his life.
"Fire bombs from the roof? Goodness me! You are naughty boys. But I love you all."
The drunken singer offered Vars a small wave as he left the room. The talk obviously either irritate the Norwegian or he'd had enough. Gilly shifted in Hunter's lap and then kissed the Swede's jaw softly.
"This is what I have to put up with, blomma. Crazy band members."
Vars gave Hunter a casual middle finger over being called naughty. Hunter was such a mom sometimes. Aarne though was already going over to open the sliding door on the small balcony and looked up to the floor above.
"That's their balcony." He pointed at one over and up a floor then looked across the way at the big blacked starburst scorches on the other building. "By the time I noticed they were hitting the other building."
He leaned over to stare down at the alley below. There were some scorch marks down there too. Viktor, he knew, was unlikely to kill anyone at all and Vars certainly wouldn't unless they deserved it. Maybe some cars got scorched, and there was a broken window across the way but that could have been heat. One oddity is there was still a lone, helium filled blow up doll bobbing on a string tied to the railing of the balcony. It was a memento that was slowly losing it's ability to float.
"Tom probably stopped them before they fired the cop cars that were called about the fires on the side of the building." Aarne shrugged and went back inside to take the booze bottle from Joe and a drink.
"Ha, yeah. Bet they keep you busy." He just quirks a half-grin at Hunter before pulling from his drink again. He knows who the mom of the group is, without a doubt.
The minute these things had started being pointed out, Dean was there and looking out at what had been pointed out. And then the rest of the explanation kind goes in one ear and out of the other as he spots the floating sex doll. "What the fuck happened there?" He asks, laughing.
He's now at point where he is suddenly wondering if he's too old for this shit but you know what? Fuck it, he's here now.
Joe begins laughing as soon as Dean spots one of the sex dolls floating outside. It's tied to the railing though so it won't be going anywhere. Still, it's a sight for sore eyes. A fucking trashfire is what it is.
"The sex doll? Me and Aarne blew up a load of them and named them after all the band members. It was fucking epic. Did you like the one of you, Hunter? We made sure the hand was stuck to Gilly doll's ass really good since you love spanking his tarty ass cheeks so much."
Utter trash. Giggling drunk, the bassist noticed Hunter just blushing slightly and then Gilly's eyes shooting an evil glare towards the bassist. Laughing louder, Joe pulled on Aarne's long thick hair and pushed a kiss to his lips.
Aarne is gazing up in the sky. He had let several of the helium filled dolls fly free into the city sky in the middle of the night. "I wonder where the ones I set free went?" Then he's giggling. "Did we ever let the one with the horse cock free?"
He looks to Joe just in time to get kissed and can't help more giggling. Rik, who had been sitting quietly on the bed can only laugh.
"The whole hotel has seen your naked backside getting smacked as you ran through the halls, high on coke and sounding like a squealing girl." He just shakes his head. "Tom was so pissed when the front desk called up here."
Aarne turns to Dean and shrugs innocently, not that he is anywhere near innocent, ever. "I found out I could buy a box of 48 sex dolls and order a tank of helium from room service if I told them I was having a party. The universe asked for this to happen."
He batted at the doll's ass to watch it bob around on the ribbon. He would never forget how funny that night was, not ever.
"They do shit like that in fancy-ass places like these? Yeah, that's asking for trouble." Why the hell would anyone need 48 sex dolls, especially with enough urgency to get it delivered by room service, he will never know. "That's less the universe askin' and more the hotel itself, right?"
He's slowly easing into feeling more comfortable, and after a moment's hesitation, the flannel is taken off and thrown to join the jacket. It's warm in here with so many bodies, and he has a feeling that the tribal style marking on his arm won't even get a second look. And if it does, well, it's not like he's in a room with anyone who'll know what it does specifically, even if they've actually heard of or seen it before. The tee is staying, though.
"Have you used 'em as targets? It'd be like a clay pigeon shoot but with plastic tits and dick." He's snickering as he carries on making headway into his bottle.
"They let us do whatever the fuck we want to in these fancy places because we're paying. Ziggy and Tom have been paying for most of it because they're so fucking awesome."
As for the sex dolls? That was a mix of being drunk, high and genuinely having a laugh with each other. Joe went along with it because the whole thing was hilarious making dolls out of all the band members. As for the one with the horse cock? Fuck knew where that one went.
"Not sure about the horse cock one. Aarne's right about your tarty naked ass, Gilly. Everyone knows you love it when Hunter chases you and slaps your ass."
He stuck a tongue out at the tarty drummer, who glared and offered a middle finger to the bassist. It was all good fun though and Hunter knew this. What Dean said though? That got the bassist smirking.
"Targets? Good idea. Next time we could do that. What do you say, babe?"
Joe moved to kiss Aarne's lips softly before putting the bottle of Jack to his lips once more, drinking large gulps.
He's grinning at all the exchange among the others. "I hope it flew off and landed in the middle of some posh, stuck up party."
He's about to answer Joe when his eyes catch the mark on Dean's arm. He doesn't recognize it but his skin crawls everywhere all the sudden, every hair instantly raising up until his arms are covered in gooseflesh. His voice feels gone and then Aarne screams in terror.
"Murhaaja!" His voice high pitched and frightened as he starts pushing Joe away from Dean. There's nothing playful about it as he's desperate and starts freaking out. "Kuolema käyttää häntä!"
The Fin is out of his mind and Rik is staring. He's never seen Aarne scared of anything, even people pulling weapons on them or anything. He's up off the bed while slinging the guitar over his shoulder. The rat had bolted to hide in Rik's guitar case.
"Kuolema käyttää häntä. Hän on merkitty Mubpienålmajilla!" He's still pushing Joe back away from Dean, back to the bassist so he can keep an eye on Dean. Rik looks so confused and glances between Aarne and Dean.
"What are you talking about?" Rik is so lost but he's starting to panic too. "What do you mean Mubpienålmajilla?"
Aarne shoved Joe until they hit the wall and then put himself between Joe and Dean, back pressed into the bassist. "Hän tuo mukanaan murhanhenkiä."
Rik turns to Dean, brow furrowed in utter confusion while having to dodge Aarne who is trying to drag Rik farther away from Dean. The Dane questioning Dean. "What does he mean Death or a death spirit or..."
Rik turns to Aarne with his arms up helpless because he doesn't understand. "Hvad mener du med henkien murhaaminen?"
One minute he's laughing at them winding up Gilly, and the next Aarne's freaking the fuck out after looking at him without the goddamn shirt on and there goes that comfortable feeling straight out of the door. He has no idea what is being said, but any hunter knows the sound of panic and it's basically an educated guess considering he's all but pushing the others as far away from him as possible.
"What's he saying?" He makes a show of putting the bottle down slowly, more than aware of a the weapons in the room. He's gonna back up slowly to where he dumped his jacket and threw his shirt, redonning the flannel and jacket, as he replies to Rik "Death spirit? Is that what he's saying? Because honestly shit just went from 0 to 100 hundred and I have no idea what is going going on right now." He has a very small idea and he is hoping he is wrong, but the clueless act has been working for him for years and that's one act he has down perfect. Unless, of course, it turns out Aarne is some sort of psychic which would be just his fucking luck, but so far they've all picked up on it faster. So, he is making guesses but is almost as lost as everyone else in the room. Lost enough to sell it.
"I only came here to party, dude." That much was true, at least. Was one night off from his life too much to ask? Apparently, yes. "I can go."
Joe just stared wide-eyed when Aarne freaked out and went crazy, screaming and dragging him back against the wall, almost shielding him from the new guy, Dean. What the fuck? The bassist was just confused as was Rik and Gilly, who were now wide-eyed and wondering what the hell was up with Aarne. Why had he flipped out over Dean's mark? Was it some sort of danger sign? Joe's rough understanding was that it was some sort of devil mark. Evil? Had Aarne just called Dean evil?
Fuck.
"Hey, babe? Calm down----fuck. What the hell is going on? Dean isn't evil, mate. He's not going to hurt any of us."
Joe had never seen Aarne act like this and it was fucking scary. Shit, what could he do? He held onto the crazy Fin's arm and tried to reassure him by rubbing up his bicep. Hunter had gotten up, holding Gilly close whilst offering some reassurance to Aarne by speaking some of his own language.
"Aarne, mitä sinä teet? Rauhoitu, kukkanen. Anteeksi. Tämä mies, Dean? Hän ei ole paha. Hän ei satuta ketään meistä."
Hunter's Finnish may sound slightly broken but he wanted to get in touch with the crazed Fin, hoping to calm him down somewhat.
Rik is glad that Joe and Hunter are trying to take care of Aarne. Aarne turned on Joe with wildly wide eyes but his voice is dropped and quiet. "He has a spirit with him."
He's still wild but at least the yelling has stopped briefly. His voice is still panicked when he turns to Hunter. "Hänellä on paha merkki. Minä näin sen!"
Rik is trying to digest what is happening so he can answer Dean. "I don't know what Mubpienålmajilla means." The Dane admits and he can't be sure how important that might be. "Aarne says you have a murderous.. or maybe it is death? or evil? spirit with you and that you brought death here with you."
Rik motions for Dean to step back on the balcony which panics Aarne again, though he thankfully stays with Joe. The Dane hoping out of sight, out of mind will help his bandmate calm down. "Aarne is nōjjd, a spirit drummer, or would be if he was male. He's seen things before but I've never seen them scare him."
The Dane wants to know what the hell is going on and despite his own nervousness talking to a stranger, it is necessary.
He, at this point, is pretty much ready to go if asked to and he's- wait a second. He's not yet being asked to. He briefly considers just leaving anyway, but... as nuts as these guys are, they seem to be good people. If nothing else he owes them as much of an explanation as he can for the fin hitting the roof. Who he apologises to "Sorry."
Which is why he follows the Dane. He'll stop long enough to grab his bottle again on the way out onto the balcony though. He leans against the balcony with a sigh, looking out over the rest of the city. Nice big ol' drink. "I'm vaguely familiar with the idea, in as much as I know that pretty much worldwide there are links with music and spirits and that it's not a new idea."
So much for a night off of being him. Goddamn it.
"It's not a spirit, it's a curse." But it does make him wonder if his soul is as human as he and Sam assumed it was after the cure. "It's old, it's not good, but it's under control. For now. When things have calmed down, I'll explain to the room, because honestly I've only got one round of explaining in me, and then if you guys want me to go I'll go. I ain't here to cause trouble."
Hunter could see Aarne's cause for concern regarding Dean's mark. It was something the Fin interpreted as evil and a curse. The Swede knew of this and shook his head slowly, sighing as he held Gilly close, the blond drummer clearly confused just as Joe and even Rik were. Dean was probably feeling like the odd one out and this wasn't something nice for the young man being around so many superstitious pagans.
"It's alright, blomma. Don't go. Aarne just got scared as did we all. You are not causing trouble, Dean---sit down."
Being the vodka mum it was often Hunter's job to calm down situations within his band just as it was anywhere else. He touched Dean's arm and looked to both Rik and Aarne, hoping they were alright too. Joe seemed shaken but was more interested in calming his crazy Fin. Hunter turned to Aarne next, putting a hand on the drummer's shoulder.
"Kaikki hyvin, kukka. Hän on harmiton ja sanoo, että se on hallinnassa. Ei kirousta tai pahuutta. Oletko kunnossa?"
"I can explain." Rik would take initiative to explain why Aarne was so sensitive if Dean wanted. Rik wasn't as superstitious as Aarne and wasn't as bothered by the concepts of cursed, especially since he spent his teen years wondering if he was cursed himself. "He's an animist. It's more than a link."
Rik smiled at Hunter and patted the singer's arm gently. He was such a mother hen sometimes. "I got this. Go check on the others."
Then he turns back to Dean. The Dane is soft, gentle when he needs to be, though Viktor would probably say he was a scrappy little bastard for the way they clashed. "We can talk and you don't have to go. Aarne is...he has two moods; asleep and over the top."
Rik stepped out farther and leaned on the balcony rail while shifting the guitar on his back. "I can talk to Aarne and keep him calm."
Aarne was slowly coming back to being reasonable but he still had himself firmly planted between Joe and where Dean was even if he was out of sight now. Aarne stared at Hunter for a moment and shook his head. It wasn't ok, not yet. He'd never experienced that kind of visceral, spiritual fear before. Sure, he had snuck off as a kid to the places that were supposed to have bad spirits, but they had never triggered a flight response that strong nor made his skin crawl like he was covered in ants.
It was weird, being mommed over, especially by a group of people who came across as permanently rough and ready to throwdown as these guys. But not in a bad way. It had been a few years since he'd had it, because while Sam worried the last kind of treatment he'd had like this would have been Bobby (and Ellen a little bit from beyond) when he was trying to get any kind of talk out from Dean about how he was coping while Sam's melon was broken and Bobby was still alive. How long ago that felt, now, even though it was only edging nearly into two years. The genuine gratitude is layered as he answers both with a quiet "...Thanks." He was so used to just stowing his shit and looking after Sam, being comforted and looked after wasn't coming easy.
He runs a hand over the stuff on his chin as he contemplates where even to begin with explaining, sliding his back down the balcony railing so he was sat looking in the direction of the room, although he was firmly out of sight and couldn't actually see in himself, one knee bent so he could rest the drinking arm on it, other leg outstretched. Getting a good read on where they were at with their biblical shit might be a good idea. "You guys are clearly not Christian, I know enough about enough to know that much, but have any of you got any real knowledge of the bible at all? Beyond Jesus being the son of God and sometimes on a tortilla, I mean. We'd be talking old testament here."
Joe didn't really know what the fuck was going on but he knew Aarne had sensed something on Dean and it wasn't good. Hunter trying to cool the situation while Rik was now explaining to the confused Dean out on the balcony. The bassist clung onto his lover and pressed a kiss to Aarne's jaw, hoping to try and calm him down. He'd never seen such a response out of the Fin before and it was scary.
"Babe? Hey, it's ok. You scared me for real. Shit, I've never seen you like this before."
The Brit still looking pretty shaken up and wanting to comfort his crazy lover. The mark must have unseated something tribal and primal in the Fin and it scared everyone shitless. Joe rubbed Aarne's bicep and kissed it, not knowing how else to comfort his Fin. Rik could help calm Dean down and Hunter wanted to keep the peace as well as calm his tart down. No sooner had Joe glanced towards Gilly then the tart spoke up, looking as if he'd shit himself.
"What the fuck was that all about? Why did you have to scream like some demented banshee? My ears are still ringing from that damn noise."
As rough as they may seem the band, now bands, were a family. They looked after each other and anyone brought as a friend fell into the same sphere. It was a pack mentality in a lot of ways. Sure, there were scuffles and fights and arguments among them but they never held it to heart. A fight would end and the next day the same two would be comforting each other.
"Vars and I were raised Christian, I think some of the Brits too." Rik sighed and then broke into a smile. "Christianity is another thing that Aarne hates. They've forcibly erased his heritage and religion for centuries. Maybe the Christianity made his reaction worse?"
Rik couldn't be sure but that would make sense. Aarne was rather worldly and despite his constant, drunken madness read every book he came across.
Aarne felt exhaustion coming as the adrenaline began to fade. Finally, he just folded himself into Joe's chest, shaking slightly from his emotions and the drugs. His pulse racing to the point he felt nauseated.
Aarne didn't move much but he stared at Gilly, eyes still wild though he also began to look tired. Quietly but with force Aarne answered Gilly.
"He's brought a spirit here that hurts people. I felt it. I saw it!"
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Date: 2021-06-10 11:13 am (UTC)Then he laughs a bit at Joe. "Teach Viktor make napalm bombs for next car chase you on motorvei." The Norwegian slipping in because Vars didn't know the English word he needed.
Rik starts giggling until his cheeks redden. "Hunter doesn't get angry on coke. It's more naked and kinky."
And a mess. His bandmates had seen so much of that crazy over the years from Hunter and drugs. Aarne had been chugging jack and nearly chokes with what Rik says because it is true. He'd probably be slapping someone's ass if he was in here high.
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Date: 2021-06-10 02:56 pm (UTC)It's around here that he starts to properly relax again, being distracted from the furry friend in the room. He chuckles "I'm pretty sure the arson started after we split ways for the night. If I'm burning things, it's for a reason. Not going to ruin the bastard's fun, though." He might have stern words for him if innocents get caught in the crossfire, but if he's just dicking with the cops and their vehicles, he's ambivalent to the idea of just not being in the area at the time. "Napalm's on the list of things I am damn sure I want him to teach me, though. That shit could be useful."
A laugh, as he sits himself down a small ways from the bed, grabbing a bottle of whiskey from the table on the way and popping the seal. He's not fussy on his drink but this is much more his speed and buzz. Just... more expensively. "Fair enough. Everyone's got their shit that they're into, I ain't here to judge, just to get fucked up and party with friends. Fairly sure you guys know what I'm saying on that one, right?"
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Date: 2021-06-12 06:37 pm (UTC)The Swede had a bottle of wine in his right hand and Gilly had another in his own hand. They were swigging from the bottles and looking trashed since the singer's hair was a little more messy than usual and he had bite marks on his neck line. Gilly, the blond tarty drummer, was giggling and red in the face with lipstick marks on his cheek. What a trashfire.
"Oh, a party! Are we invited, blomma? We are now---"
Hunter made himself comfortable on a nearby chair and watched as Gilly jumped into his lap, sticking his tongue out at Rik and then near shrieking once he clapped eyes on the rat. He didn't like small crawly things and Rik's rat was furry and crawly. Hunter noticed the stranger in the room and offered him a little wave.
Sorry Dean but Hunter is the vodka mum of the band and an utter trashfire when drunk.
"Hello there, handsome. I am Hunter Ivarsson and this is Gilly my boyfriend."
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Date: 2021-06-13 01:46 am (UTC)Aarne laughs and starts chugging the bottle faster. The punk was going to blow something up and he was all for this. Vars was not as wild as the other but he did his own brand of crazy that the Hammers were used to.
"He's making fire? How long until Viktor shows up?" Rik asks Aarne mischievously.
"Faster than a whore in a cathouse." Aarne mentions with a laugh while still trying to drain the bottle and lowering his hand for Bonne to come up. The rat was almost a band pet though she was Rik's. But it was like Rik mentioning the singer summoned him to the door.
Rik picks up the nearest thing, which was a box of tissues, and throws it at Gilly's face with some force. "Shut your tartmouth screaming."
Aarne snuggles the rat who was poking around at his earrings. "He's just jealous that she's cuter than he is."
The Fin leans into Joe, chugging on the bottle. They would need at least two, more if Viktor shows up.
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Date: 2021-06-13 04:48 pm (UTC)He's gonna learn how to make fucking napalm. Fuck. Yes. But he throws out into the room: "on the scale of one to 'yes', how much of a bad idea is it to teach you guys how to make flamethrowers?" Because clearly, the thing they need to learn to make is more fire.
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Date: 2021-06-13 05:29 pm (UTC)Gilly offered Dean a smile and nodded. Ignoring the box of tissues thrown at him by Rik; he instead picked them up and threw them towards Joe. The comment about Viktor picking up the scent of smoke faster than a whore in a cathouse got the blond drummer giggling. He pressed a kiss to Hunter's cheek then settled himself in the Swede's lap with his bottle of wine.
"Fire? Goodness, kronblad. Please do not burn down the hotel with you and your punk lover boy."
A look towards Vars and Hunter was then watching Rik, making sure he was alright with his rat. It looked that way. As for Joe and Aarne? Well, they were the usual Trash Twins and drunk by the looks of things. Joe laughed and then pulled Aarne's hair slightly whilst gulping down some Jack. Turning back to Dean, Hunter frowned a little.
"You are also a fire bug like Viktor? Making fire and being a bad boy?"
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Date: 2021-06-13 06:22 pm (UTC)"I think Ziggy taught him how to make a flamethrower with shit in the house." Damien wasn't sure as he found a place to sit. Chairs were a pain for someone like Damien, his legs were way too long, so he sat on the floor imagining that Aarne had the same issue. Then Damien is laughing. "That's such a little rat. We have ones bigger than cats back home. They're everywhere."
Hunger City was filled with rats and other things that really did put off other people. The Diamond Dogs were used to it though and lived closely with the animals around the place.
Vars just waved off Hunter with a grouchy sound before disappearing out the door. Which has Rik laughing even more and looking to the band leader. "The other night I watched them throwing Molotovs out the window to see if they could break one on the hotel across the street."
Aarne had watched too from his balcony. It was like some extreme sport watching the punks try and either smash things, burn things, start brawls or fight each other. Aarne found the whole mess amusing, even more so since Joe had started him drinking more than ever.
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Date: 2021-06-13 11:02 pm (UTC)He pulls a face at the mention of rats the size of cats, shaking that image out of his head. No thanks.
He looks out of the window, trying to gauge the distance. "Did anyone actually hit it? Or just make a mess on the street?" He may be subtly trying for to find out if they caught anyone in the stunt.
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Date: 2021-06-21 08:38 pm (UTC)"Fire bombs from the roof? Goodness me! You are naughty boys. But I love you all."
The drunken singer offered Vars a small wave as he left the room. The talk obviously either irritate the Norwegian or he'd had enough. Gilly shifted in Hunter's lap and then kissed the Swede's jaw softly.
"This is what I have to put up with, blomma. Crazy band members."
His question was directed towards Dean.
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Date: 2021-06-21 08:54 pm (UTC)"That's their balcony." He pointed at one over and up a floor then looked across the way at the big blacked starburst scorches on the other building. "By the time I noticed they were hitting the other building."
He leaned over to stare down at the alley below. There were some scorch marks down there too. Viktor, he knew, was unlikely to kill anyone at all and Vars certainly wouldn't unless they deserved it. Maybe some cars got scorched, and there was a broken window across the way but that could have been heat. One oddity is there was still a lone, helium filled blow up doll bobbing on a string tied to the railing of the balcony. It was a memento that was slowly losing it's ability to float.
"Tom probably stopped them before they fired the cop cars that were called about the fires on the side of the building." Aarne shrugged and went back inside to take the booze bottle from Joe and a drink.
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Date: 2021-06-22 08:52 am (UTC)The minute these things had started being pointed out, Dean was there and looking out at what had been pointed out. And then the rest of the explanation kind goes in one ear and out of the other as he spots the floating sex doll. "What the fuck happened there?" He asks, laughing.
He's now at point where he is suddenly wondering if he's too old for this shit but you know what? Fuck it, he's here now.
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Date: 2021-06-28 09:56 pm (UTC)"The sex doll? Me and Aarne blew up a load of them and named them after all the band members. It was fucking epic. Did you like the one of you, Hunter? We made sure the hand was stuck to Gilly doll's ass really good since you love spanking his tarty ass cheeks so much."
Utter trash. Giggling drunk, the bassist noticed Hunter just blushing slightly and then Gilly's eyes shooting an evil glare towards the bassist. Laughing louder, Joe pulled on Aarne's long thick hair and pushed a kiss to his lips.
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Date: 2021-06-29 01:19 am (UTC)He looks to Joe just in time to get kissed and can't help more giggling. Rik, who had been sitting quietly on the bed can only laugh.
"The whole hotel has seen your naked backside getting smacked as you ran through the halls, high on coke and sounding like a squealing girl." He just shakes his head. "Tom was so pissed when the front desk called up here."
Aarne turns to Dean and shrugs innocently, not that he is anywhere near innocent, ever. "I found out I could buy a box of 48 sex dolls and order a tank of helium from room service if I told them I was having a party. The universe asked for this to happen."
He batted at the doll's ass to watch it bob around on the ribbon. He would never forget how funny that night was, not ever.
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Date: 2021-07-01 05:17 am (UTC)He's slowly easing into feeling more comfortable, and after a moment's hesitation, the flannel is taken off and thrown to join the jacket. It's warm in here with so many bodies, and he has a feeling that the tribal style marking on his arm won't even get a second look. And if it does, well, it's not like he's in a room with anyone who'll know what it does specifically, even if they've actually heard of or seen it before. The tee is staying, though.
"Have you used 'em as targets? It'd be like a clay pigeon shoot but with plastic tits and dick." He's snickering as he carries on making headway into his bottle.
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Date: 2021-07-01 07:58 pm (UTC)As for the sex dolls? That was a mix of being drunk, high and genuinely having a laugh with each other. Joe went along with it because the whole thing was hilarious making dolls out of all the band members. As for the one with the horse cock? Fuck knew where that one went.
"Not sure about the horse cock one. Aarne's right about your tarty naked ass, Gilly. Everyone knows you love it when Hunter chases you and slaps your ass."
He stuck a tongue out at the tarty drummer, who glared and offered a middle finger to the bassist. It was all good fun though and Hunter knew this. What Dean said though? That got the bassist smirking.
"Targets? Good idea. Next time we could do that. What do you say, babe?"
Joe moved to kiss Aarne's lips softly before putting the bottle of Jack to his lips once more, drinking large gulps.
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Date: 2021-07-01 08:21 pm (UTC)He's grinning at all the exchange among the others. "I hope it flew off and landed in the middle of some posh, stuck up party."
He's about to answer Joe when his eyes catch the mark on Dean's arm. He doesn't recognize it but his skin crawls everywhere all the sudden, every hair instantly raising up until his arms are covered in gooseflesh. His voice feels gone and then Aarne screams in terror.
"Murhaaja!" His voice high pitched and frightened as he starts pushing Joe away from Dean. There's nothing playful about it as he's desperate and starts freaking out. "Kuolema käyttää häntä!"
The Fin is out of his mind and Rik is staring. He's never seen Aarne scared of anything, even people pulling weapons on them or anything. He's up off the bed while slinging the guitar over his shoulder. The rat had bolted to hide in Rik's guitar case.
"Kuolema käyttää häntä. Hän on merkitty Mubpienålmajilla!" He's still pushing Joe back away from Dean, back to the bassist so he can keep an eye on Dean. Rik looks so confused and glances between Aarne and Dean.
"What are you talking about?" Rik is so lost but he's starting to panic too. "What do you mean Mubpienålmajilla?"
Aarne shoved Joe until they hit the wall and then put himself between Joe and Dean, back pressed into the bassist. "Hän tuo mukanaan murhanhenkiä."
Rik turns to Dean, brow furrowed in utter confusion while having to dodge Aarne who is trying to drag Rik farther away from Dean. The Dane questioning Dean. "What does he mean Death or a death spirit or..."
Rik turns to Aarne with his arms up helpless because he doesn't understand. "Hvad mener du med henkien murhaaminen?"
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Date: 2021-07-01 08:53 pm (UTC)"What's he saying?" He makes a show of putting the bottle down slowly, more than aware of a the weapons in the room. He's gonna back up slowly to where he dumped his jacket and threw his shirt, redonning the flannel and jacket, as he replies to Rik "Death spirit? Is that what he's saying? Because honestly shit just went from 0 to 100 hundred and I have no idea what is going going on right now." He has a very small idea and he is hoping he is wrong, but the clueless act has been working for him for years and that's one act he has down perfect. Unless, of course, it turns out Aarne is some sort of psychic which would be just his fucking luck, but so far they've all picked up on it faster. So, he is making guesses but is almost as lost as everyone else in the room. Lost enough to sell it.
"I only came here to party, dude." That much was true, at least. Was one night off from his life too much to ask? Apparently, yes. "I can go."
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Date: 2021-07-01 09:04 pm (UTC)Joe just stared wide-eyed when Aarne freaked out and went crazy, screaming and dragging him back against the wall, almost shielding him from the new guy, Dean. What the fuck? The bassist was just confused as was Rik and Gilly, who were now wide-eyed and wondering what the hell was up with Aarne. Why had he flipped out over Dean's mark? Was it some sort of danger sign? Joe's rough understanding was that it was some sort of devil mark. Evil? Had Aarne just called Dean evil?
Fuck.
"Hey, babe? Calm down----fuck. What the hell is going on? Dean isn't evil, mate. He's not going to hurt any of us."
Joe had never seen Aarne act like this and it was fucking scary. Shit, what could he do? He held onto the crazy Fin's arm and tried to reassure him by rubbing up his bicep. Hunter had gotten up, holding Gilly close whilst offering some reassurance to Aarne by speaking some of his own language.
"Aarne, mitä sinä teet? Rauhoitu, kukkanen. Anteeksi. Tämä mies, Dean? Hän ei ole paha. Hän ei satuta ketään meistä."
Hunter's Finnish may sound slightly broken but he wanted to get in touch with the crazed Fin, hoping to calm him down somewhat.
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Date: 2021-07-01 09:21 pm (UTC)He's still wild but at least the yelling has stopped briefly. His voice is still panicked when he turns to Hunter. "Hänellä on paha merkki. Minä näin sen!"
Rik is trying to digest what is happening so he can answer Dean. "I don't know what Mubpienålmajilla means." The Dane admits and he can't be sure how important that might be. "Aarne says you have a murderous.. or maybe it is death? or evil? spirit with you and that you brought death here with you."
Rik motions for Dean to step back on the balcony which panics Aarne again, though he thankfully stays with Joe. The Dane hoping out of sight, out of mind will help his bandmate calm down. "Aarne is nōjjd, a spirit drummer, or would be if he was male. He's seen things before but I've never seen them scare him."
The Dane wants to know what the hell is going on and despite his own nervousness talking to a stranger, it is necessary.
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Date: 2021-07-02 10:25 am (UTC)Which is why he follows the Dane. He'll stop long enough to grab his bottle again on the way out onto the balcony though. He leans against the balcony with a sigh, looking out over the rest of the city. Nice big ol' drink. "I'm vaguely familiar with the idea, in as much as I know that pretty much worldwide there are links with music and spirits and that it's not a new idea."
So much for a night off of being him. Goddamn it.
"It's not a spirit, it's a curse." But it does make him wonder if his soul is as human as he and Sam assumed it was after the cure. "It's old, it's not good, but it's under control. For now. When things have calmed down, I'll explain to the room, because honestly I've only got one round of explaining in me, and then if you guys want me to go I'll go. I ain't here to cause trouble."
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Date: 2021-07-04 07:56 am (UTC)"It's alright, blomma. Don't go. Aarne just got scared as did we all. You are not causing trouble, Dean---sit down."
Being the vodka mum it was often Hunter's job to calm down situations within his band just as it was anywhere else. He touched Dean's arm and looked to both Rik and Aarne, hoping they were alright too. Joe seemed shaken but was more interested in calming his crazy Fin. Hunter turned to Aarne next, putting a hand on the drummer's shoulder.
"Kaikki hyvin, kukka. Hän on harmiton ja sanoo, että se on hallinnassa. Ei kirousta tai pahuutta. Oletko kunnossa?"
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Date: 2021-07-04 04:04 pm (UTC)Rik smiled at Hunter and patted the singer's arm gently. He was such a mother hen sometimes. "I got this. Go check on the others."
Then he turns back to Dean. The Dane is soft, gentle when he needs to be, though Viktor would probably say he was a scrappy little bastard for the way they clashed. "We can talk and you don't have to go. Aarne is...he has two moods; asleep and over the top."
Rik stepped out farther and leaned on the balcony rail while shifting the guitar on his back. "I can talk to Aarne and keep him calm."
Aarne was slowly coming back to being reasonable but he still had himself firmly planted between Joe and where Dean was even if he was out of sight now. Aarne stared at Hunter for a moment and shook his head. It wasn't ok, not yet. He'd never experienced that kind of visceral, spiritual fear before. Sure, he had snuck off as a kid to the places that were supposed to have bad spirits, but they had never triggered a flight response that strong nor made his skin crawl like he was covered in ants.
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Date: 2021-07-04 08:21 pm (UTC)He runs a hand over the stuff on his chin as he contemplates where even to begin with explaining, sliding his back down the balcony railing so he was sat looking in the direction of the room, although he was firmly out of sight and couldn't actually see in himself, one knee bent so he could rest the drinking arm on it, other leg outstretched. Getting a good read on where they were at with their biblical shit might be a good idea. "You guys are clearly not Christian, I know enough about enough to know that much, but have any of you got any real knowledge of the bible at all? Beyond Jesus being the son of God and sometimes on a tortilla, I mean. We'd be talking old testament here."
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Date: 2021-07-05 02:20 pm (UTC)"Babe? Hey, it's ok. You scared me for real. Shit, I've never seen you like this before."
The Brit still looking pretty shaken up and wanting to comfort his crazy lover. The mark must have unseated something tribal and primal in the Fin and it scared everyone shitless. Joe rubbed Aarne's bicep and kissed it, not knowing how else to comfort his Fin. Rik could help calm Dean down and Hunter wanted to keep the peace as well as calm his tart down. No sooner had Joe glanced towards Gilly then the tart spoke up, looking as if he'd shit himself.
"What the fuck was that all about? Why did you have to scream like some demented banshee? My ears are still ringing from that damn noise."
Gilly, the tartmouth had spoken.
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Date: 2021-07-05 03:26 pm (UTC)"Vars and I were raised Christian, I think some of the Brits too." Rik sighed and then broke into a smile. "Christianity is another thing that Aarne hates. They've forcibly erased his heritage and religion for centuries. Maybe the Christianity made his reaction worse?"
Rik couldn't be sure but that would make sense. Aarne was rather worldly and despite his constant, drunken madness read every book he came across.
Aarne felt exhaustion coming as the adrenaline began to fade. Finally, he just folded himself into Joe's chest, shaking slightly from his emotions and the drugs. His pulse racing to the point he felt nauseated.
Aarne didn't move much but he stared at Gilly, eyes still wild though he also began to look tired. Quietly but with force Aarne answered Gilly.
"He's brought a spirit here that hurts people. I felt it. I saw it!"
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