Tag: human!syx

1000liveslived:

syx-blue:

1000liveslived:

“Hey, love,” she greeted, “Its Emma. Can you please be a bit clearer where the party was?” She prompted, her worry leaking into her voice

“And I’m double o six,” Syx laughed stupidly, “Woodridge, Anthony Woodridge. Yes… you can ride my wood, ladies,” his attempt at drunken seduction ended in a fix if giggles, “Fuck Em. Was Uncle Freddy’s kid Tom’s party. At his house. I… I rode my scooter there? I don’t know where my scooter is Em!”

Standing again and swaying on his feet, Syx looked both ways as if his scooter or the house would be visible. Neither were. Distressed, he continued, “Uhhhhh which way did I come from?”

Emma rolled her eyes dramatically at his silly joke, but still couldn’t help the fact that she was smiling some at it. He was such a nerd. She listened as she left Sam’s place, nodding as Syx finally said that he was at the kids place.. she vaguely remember going by there at one point in time. 

“Alright, its fine Syx. Just stay where you are. I’m coming to get you and we can figure out the rest as soon as I’m there, yeah?” She urged. SHe wasn’t sure how she would do that when he was on the country roads.. but she would figure it out.

Grunting over the line, Syx complied, “Yeah, yeah okay.”

Sitting back down with a thump, Syx curled up to wait. Hunched under his leather jacket and leaning against a decorative wooden fence, he fell asleep while he waited. 

1000liveslived:

syx-blue:

1000liveslived:

Emma looked at the messages, quite literally hitting her head against the table she sat at, doing it a couple more times for good measure before she took in a deep breath. She had stood despite the odd look she was getting from her brother, having been hanging out with him for the first time in a while, leaving Caspian and Makena at home. 

She pressed the phone to her ear as she called Syx, tired of the messaging back and forth that was getting them literally nowhere. 

When his phone rung, Syx was sitting on the side of the road trying to build up his energy again. Staring at the phone in drunken confusion as it played music at him, he finally remembered to answer, “Ollo?”

“Hey, love,” she greeted, “Its Emma. Can you please be a bit clearer where the party was?” She prompted, her worry leaking into her voice

“And I’m double o six,” Syx laughed stupidly, “Woodridge, Anthony Woodridge. Yes… you can ride my wood, ladies,” his attempt at drunken seduction ended in a fix if giggles, “Fuck Em. Was Uncle Freddy’s kid Tom’s party. At his house. I… I rode my scooter there? I don’t know where my scooter is Em!”

Standing again and swaying on his feet, Syx looked both ways as if his scooter or the house would be visible. Neither were. Distressed, he continued, “Uhhhhh which way did I come from?”

1000liveslived:

syx-blue:

1000liveslived:

[ txt: that’s even less helpful.]

[ txt: okay where was the party at? I’m coming to try to find you.. as soon as you get to an intersection TAKE A PICTURE OF THE SIGN ] 

[TXT: this road never ends its endless a never ending road that goes on forever its like a horrible metaphor or some sit ]

[TXT: party yeah okay party was at freddy’s place out by the big oak tree and the pound ]

Emma looked at the messages, quite literally hitting her head against the table she sat at, doing it a couple more times for good measure before she took in a deep breath. She had stood despite the odd look she was getting from her brother, having been hanging out with him for the first time in a while, leaving Caspian and Makena at home. 

She pressed the phone to her ear as she called Syx, tired of the messaging back and forth that was getting them literally nowhere. 

When his phone rung, Syx was sitting on the side of the road trying to build up his energy again. Staring at the phone in drunken confusion as it played music at him, he finally remembered to answer, “Ollo?”

1000liveslived:

syx-blue:

1000liveslived:

[TXT: ….That’s not helpful, Syx.] 
[Txt: Take a picture of a street sign?]

[TXT: this road is unhelpful ]

[TXT: how to i make this thing ducking truck in all caps when i shout minion knew to do that and i forged pissed now and this stupid road is dirt and i was at a party but now im not and i don’t know what happened in between but now im cold ]

[ txt: that’s even less helpful.]

[ txt: okay where was the party at? I’m coming to try to find you.. as soon as you get to an intersection TAKE A PICTURE OF THE SIGN ] 

[TXT: this road never ends its endless a never ending road that goes on forever its like a horrible metaphor or some sit ]

[TXT: party yeah okay party was at freddy’s place out by the big oak tree and the pound ]

1000liveslived:

syx-blue:

1000liveslived:

[ TXT: Well… that’s a problem. Can you get to an intersection and tell me the street names? I’ll come get you ] 

[TXT: K so I got trees and trees and road and its been road for a while and asparagus what that means and a house with a ducking bell? ]

[TXT: ….That’s not helpful, Syx.] 
[Txt: Take a picture of a street sign?]

[TXT: this road is unhelpful ]

[TXT: how to i make this thing ducking truck in all caps when i shout minion knew to do that and i forged pissed now and this stupid road is dirt and i was at a party but now im not and i don’t know what happened in between but now im cold ]

bengalisms:

       ❝ That would be me. ❞ Caspian started, his free hand tucking into his jean pocket as he rocks on his heals a little. He was certainly not offended by the man backing up a step –– having been there and knowing that sometimes the physical can be intimidating. It took him  a long time to realize that contact could be warming rather than burning. His brows lifted just a touch with curiosity as the man gave him his name, instantly recognizing it. 

       ❝ Oh Syx! Yes, Emma talks about you all the time. ❞ He urged, his ease nature flowing a touch better (especially after having a few drinks in him ––– Birthday? What Birthday?).     ❝ Gods, it’s great to finally meet you. ❞ He goes on, tilting his head just a touch, hair falling into his face before a ring covered hand moved to brush it back away from his face. 

       ❝ In that case, you can call me Cas. Most of my friends do. ❞ And admittedly, he really liked that Emma tended to use his full name when they were together. It felt so special coming from her. 

“Well then! Cas it is,” Syx grinned though he had no earthy idea what to even talk about. Fidgeting with the edges of his jacket, he asked, “So you like music, right? What all do you listen to?”

He hated these sorts of interactions. It was so much easier to talk to people online when he could find out their shared topics before the conversation even started. His anxiety about coming off as either a criminal punk or hopeless nerd peeking horribly. 

bengalisms:

— ❋ @syx-blue ;; liked 🎃.

        Leave it to Emma to throw him a surprise birthday party on the birthday he wasn’t overly fond of. Not to say that he didn’t love that she had thought of him, and that she had wanted to do something sweet for him on his birthday. But didn’t like his birthday, and he often kept things low-key, not because he found himself too busy, but because he liked it better that way. At the very least, he knew almost everyone at the party. All of Emma’s family and his included. He was even impressed that she got his old gang together. 

        Halloween night… What a night for a party. 

        He made his way towards the punch bowl and served up a cup of the orange drink for himself when he stepped to the side and nearly bumped into someone. He blinked and looked to his left before he smiled apologetically. 

        ❝ I’m so sorry… I didn’t step on your or anything did I? ❞ He asked, looking the boy over. ❝ Sorry I um… Don’t think we’ve met. You’re Emma’s friend right? ❞ 

Taking a few short steps back, Syx grinned hesitantly at the birthday boy. Emma had told him about her new flame and so far Syx very much approved. Now seeing Caspian in person, he agreed with the assessment that the boy was hot.

Deciding to up his normal wardrobe to something more holiday themed, he’d sewn bat wings to a jacket and done up his eyes with heavier eyeliner and smokey shadow. This was on top of his normal attire of studded leather. In the last few years, he’s switched to short hair, though, leaving behind the long dyed spikes. 

“And you’re Caspian,” despite his grin he took a step back, keeping a comfortable distance from people, and laughed, “Even if you did, I’m more durable than I look. I assure you that. And it’s Anthony, but everyone calls me Syx,” or that was to say he preferred people to call him Syx. Tony made him cringe and Anthony felt stuffy. 

First Meetings

mollisvocali:

|| syx-blue || SYX.

“Huh,” Syx pursed his lips and nodded, “That’s good then.”

He had no idea what to do or talk about but he was determined. He wanted to bond with the people in Emma’s life, the ones she talked so fondly of. This is what normal people did, right? Even his Uncles thought he needed to socialize more.

“Do you like robots?” he blurted out at near random, “Do… you want to see my robot?”

         Joey pressed his lips together at the boys interest and comment on the subject. Part of him wanted to pry the boys brain and find out why his curiosity was there, but based on his attire and the few piercings of his own it was no doubt a personal fascination with body-modification. Joey himself was a shy person, but the skill of being able to hide it came with his age, forcing himself into conversation to try and break the habit. 

         ❝ Robots? ❞ That had his brows raising. ❝ Hmmm, well to be honest –– I don’t know much about them. My knowledge of robots is RoboCop. ❞ He explains, shifting his weight before he looked back to the boy. ❝ Never mind… It’s old men stuff –– show me. ❞ He says, assuming Syx had never heard of RoboCop before. Or if he had, maybe not seen the show itself.

“RoboCop is a cyborg not a robot,” Syx rolled his eyes, “Those are cool too, but it’s not A.I. True artificial intelligence is a pain in the ass, but there are so many awesome breakthroughs happening!” he was bouncing on the balls of his feet now. His excitement over his passions always seemed to at least temporarily blow past his anxiety, “I build one that can cook! And I made a thinking one on top of the Siri code. I’m trying to integrate everything together, but it glitches put all the time.”