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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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Oh good, so you understand.
[The pause wasn't uncomfortable for her. Not at all.]
I imagine we're in different lines, but still, keeping things quiet is something I'm used to.
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( small talk. it may be worth his while to find out a little bit more about his neighbor and teammate... given the apparently dire situation humanity's enduring here. not that he needs her help or anything.
to izou, the only thing that matters about the rest of them is whether they'll get in his way or not. despite the chaos and bustle of his prior "co-workers," he prefers to work alone, even when pressed to do otherwise. )
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[Her day job isn't terribly exciting. It's a far cry from what she used to do, but she supposes that some parts of it aren't too different. Being a concierge and dealing with assorted demands and occasional unreasonable expectations isn't exactly far removed from dealing with her bosses.]
It's not my preference, but it is what it is.
[She could look for something else, she guesses. But it's fine, she doesn't mind it too much.]