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synflux2023-12-11 09:55 pm
hitokiller) wrote in synflux2023-12-11 09:55 pm
( open ) unfortunately, about me
WHO: Anyone and everyone.
WHAT: Izou being Izou.
WHERE: The busy streets of Shinjuku, what's left of the Nishimuki Tenjinsha shrine in Shinjuku, a run-down looking 7-10, etc.
WHEN: Sometime near the tail-end of the first week.WHAT: Izou being Izou.
WHERE: The busy streets of Shinjuku, what's left of the Nishimuki Tenjinsha shrine in Shinjuku, a run-down looking 7-10, etc.
WARNINGS: Mild violence (right now), severe intoxication.
█ 001, "some people make us feel more human". —
Gerroffa me, you—!
( the sounds of a struggle ensue, and suddenly a couple well-dressed gentlemen are shoving the offender out the club's door. it's pretty obvious he's a bit far-gone with the way he stumbles backwards, arms raises as if to protect himself or perhaps start throwing a mean punch. he doesn't get very far with the idea though, a quick swing of his arm completely missing its target to the irritation of the bouncers who were holding back as best they could. )
T-Try'na... laugh at me. I'll show ya... I'll show ya ALL! I don't forget anyhone... anyone who, crosses my...
( izou quickly discovers how difficult it is to move his mouth properly, visibly flabbergasted at how rapidly his words are starting to slur despite how often he's been through this song-and-dance. it's a familiar strangeness, a something he might find easier to digest as a problem if he weren't so horribly far-gone by most people's standards while a majority of those passing by opt to ignore his cursing and outbursts at the door. gradually, slowly, the chatty drunk realizes that no one's paying him any mind, and, with a couple exaggerated movements, places himself closer to the side of the street against a cold street-light. anything to keep the world from turning for a minute. anything to give him a little comfort.
he'll just... totally get up and leave, any minute now. with a groan, his head starts drooping against the steel that is clearly not designed to be a pillow, hands crawling clumsily up it for support. he's absolutely about to fall asleep in the middle of the city. )
█ 002, "and some people make us feel less human". —
( here, the ever present hum of the city was more faint, and the historic and solemn stone entryway of the temple, adorned with carved pillars and cracks, seemed all the more impressive in the darkness. in fact, one would even call it serene when compared to the hustle and bustle of neo-tokyo, so much so that it's a wonder a spot like this hasn't been entirely torn apart given its proximity to such ruin on the outskirts of shinjuku. tall stalks of grass blow delicately in a breeze, the inherent sensuality of their presence enough to beguile any visitor into venturing up the short steps and into the sacred.
it was easier to breathe here, and those with the courage to approach further into the center of the complex this late at night would see the triumphant emergence of greenery amidst the prayer chambers—new life among wood stained by time and rain. scenery worth committing to memory for anyone who might be losing hope. a glimpse into a world full of air for all who were suffocating.
yes... the perfect spot for some respite, if only a certain man hadn't been tailing behind whatever stranger came here for some peace of mind.
for izou, the night is far from suffocating—it's pleasant, full of sheltered places covered in withered leaves and welcoming to the quick manner his feet move familiarly on the ground without making a sound. a man in his element, aided by an abnormal adeptness in concealing his presence, listening carefully for the slightest shift in movement, the gentle smack of nervous lips. if he weren't so hungry, a cold reminder of how flippantly he tossed his cash around already, the thrill of stalking would bring an even bigger grin to his face... but whatever.
moments later, the soft clink of a blade being unsheathed could be heard as he raised it towards the back of his prey. )
Better start walkin' with a friend at night. Now, take out your valuables.
* alternatively, for those who aren't okay with being surprised and/or more than capable of noticing him following you despite the reduced effectiveness of his presence concealment skill: just assume you caught him before this.
█ 003, "and that is a fact as much as gravity is a fact". —
( it's a convenience store. you know. sickeningly bright, and with the same song looping for the past hour or so. it's the witching hour, and whoever shuffled in was probably just hungry... or bored.
a scrunkly-looking gentleman in an apron at the counter watches whoever's browsing with an impatient expression, a clock in the far-corner wall ticking needlessly the only other sound aside from the shop jingle. after a good ten minutes he smacks a hand down on the counter, shattering the banal background noise with his scratchy voice. )
I'm sick of ya criss-crossin' between shelves like a chicken with it's head chopped off. Buy somethin' or leave.
( my smoke break... )
* Anyone from Brimstone, feel free to recognize Izou from his loud demeanor around their commons.
█ 003, "and that is a fact as much as gravity is a fact". —
( it's a convenience store. you know. sickeningly bright, and with the same song looping for the past hour or so. it's the witching hour, and whoever shuffled in was probably just hungry... or bored.
a scrunkly-looking gentleman in an apron at the counter watches whoever's browsing with an impatient expression, a clock in the far-corner wall ticking needlessly the only other sound aside from the shop jingle. after a good ten minutes he smacks a hand down on the counter, shattering the banal background noise with his scratchy voice. )
I'm sick of ya criss-crossin' between shelves like a chicken with it's head chopped off. Buy somethin' or leave.
( my smoke break... )
* Anyone from Brimstone, feel free to recognize Izou from his loud demeanor around their commons.
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W-What'd you ju—
( beep beep beep.
izou clucks his tongue, a shadow of worry hanging over him thanks to the very real possibility that his "coworker's" highly advanced recording equipment may result in his pay being docked. got to lower that voice... got to lower it, but he doesn't want to. there's something about this guy... )
Keh! Were I able t'carry a blade in here, I'd a... no, no. Nevermind. Look. What're you... I'll help you look for... whatever. Anything ta clear this place up faster.
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[ mhm. okay. good to know: don't give this man anything sharp and pointy. stick, butter knife, kebab skewer. there's something in his tone that is equally vicious and it makes leona's ears wiggle in piqued interest. how curious. he really wants to hear the end of that incredibly obvious threat. ]
Anyway. [ slow, languid blinks match his normally sleepy and lazy demeanor, but this is merely an act. he's much more awake now. ] I'm lookin' for meat. Somethin' that doesn't taste that artificial.
[ his nostrils flare as he huffs, gently rolling his eyes. ]
You've had time to look at what's good and what isn't, right?
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( doesn't taste artificial... izou isn't particularly shocked or anything at the sight of someone with animalistic features, thanks to his previously forced circumstances involving so many "strange" individuals, but it does have him wondering if they have anything up to par.
despite the whining and the attitude, he's actually performing his job, heading over with mild interest through the half-stocked aisles and the occasional flicker of the overhead lights with arms folded across his chest. )
What, the jerky ain't enough?
( izou tosses a pointed finger in the direction of a nearby rack... takes note of how much taller this guy is than him now that they're close. )
Says it's savory 'n tender on the package. What more does meat gotta be?
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...
or a crown. ]
Nah, don't want the jerky. Do ya know where it even comes from? Meat ain't just meat. Those words just make 'em sound more marketable.
[ he grins. ]
Is that how you'd wanna be described if you were packed up in plastic like that? Savory 'n tender?
[ sadly i forgot he can't have his furry out in public but hey it's just them in the store and i don't feel like living a furry-less life right now. ty. at least he still has his canines? he can grin while showing them off??? ]
Hm. You got any canned meats 'round here.
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anyhow, he fiddles with a cigarette in his pocket impatiently... expression that of the disgruntled retail worker. )
It look like they pay me enough t'know where it comes from...
( the mechanical clunking of a serv-bot serves as background music as they start to wipe down the register now that izou's stepped away. )
Should be fine long as it tastes good with a shot of sake. What, did LILITH hire ya to be their official taste-tester?
( a free hand gestures to some miscellaneous cans in the aisle... dog food, mackerel, chicken yakitori... this picky behavior is about to be his 13th reason. )
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I dunno. Not here to assume anythin'.
[ except that izou is still buppy-coded and he kind of likes the guy's vibe already, so. you know what? leona can be a merciful
kingprince now and then. he'll have to think of a way to butter this guy up. shouldn't be that hard, right? ]The only thing that LILTH that hired me to do was sit at a stand that no one goes to. Business ain't boomin' for a secondhand junk shop.
[ junk being trinkets but like same thing, tbh ]
Shot of what? [ sounds like booze. ] You a heavy drinker?
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( his smugly confident response to the apparent yes-or-no question... not something most people would be proud of.
that smug smirk of his sticks while he mulls over the significance of this stranger's similar position. )
Junk, huh. Meanin' we're pretty much in the same mess in how much they care how we fare outside doin' their dirty work for 'em. Doesn't sit right with me.
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They just think we're gonna integrate and preoccupy ourselves with whatever bull outside of fightin' things they couldn't do themselves.
[ now distracted from the prospect of "high quality meat" products, leona rolls his shoulders. when he closes his eyes for a moment, the grimace that follows provides a glimpse at a fang as he aggressively yawns.
he really needs a nap (he has been napping). ]
Maybe I should just have one of those sticks your lil' friend was tendin' to. Least they're warm, right?
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( the fleeting sight of those teeth give him pause, momentarily bringing to mind a couple rather intimidating demons back... "home", as it were.
izou draws away back towards the register to assist the little serv-bot who's been dutifully toiling away in his place, a wrapped corndog or whatever-the-hell-it-was-at-this-point-i-can't-remember finding its way into his hand and then a bag. then he shoves the rest of the "serving" part of service onto stevie here, placing it unceremoniously on the counter. )
Here. It's for Mister...
( he trails off, looking up through lazy, half-lidded eyes for a name. )
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...
which is pointless, so he just. takes it out and just begins to eat it anyway. ]
Leona.
[ chews... this might be the soggiest food he's ever had and it's hitting certain spots (not good ones) but. it's warm. kind of. ]
This kinda sucks, but it ain't your fault.
[ pays for it somehow idk ]