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estoria2016-05-25 09:34 pm
johnnyjoestar) wrote in estoria2016-05-25 09:34 pm
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[OPEN] Why dont you ask him if he's going to stay?
Who: johnnyjoestar & you?
When: backdated 7/10
Where: The gardens, the shopping district, the residential district.
What: Johnny tries to find his way around and is generally bad at technology.
Rating/Warning: None, but will updated if needed.
[Act I - Morning]
[The last few days had been pretty wild. Johnny wasn't sure how else to put it. Though some of the residents had encouraged him with the idea that he'd find his friends here, his only companion was his horse, Slow Dancer. He was thrilled to see the Appaloosa, who seemed no worse for the wear, but everything else here was downright alien.
The day was only just beginning when Slow Dancer nudged him, waking him from half-formed dreams and bringing him back to reality(though that too was questionable). They'd been camping out in the gardens the last couple nights and though the weather was warm, they should probably look for some more permanent quarters. Slow Dancer needed a proper stable and they could only survive on the public gardens for so long without being caught, he was sure.
That strange box had been beeping again too. He'd thought it some kind of explosive at first, and thrown it a fair distance away, only to find that it hovered quite neatly a few inches off the ground. As he'd watched other passers-by, he'd seen them holding the same device, but whatever it did, the thing just looked like a piece of junk to him.]
Mornin'.
[He sat up enough to pet Slow Dancer's muzzle and started packing up his makeshift camp.]
[Act II - Mid-day]
[After a lot of trotting back and forth, as he debated whether or not to go inside, Johnny was kind of surprised to see a shopkeeper come out to speak with him. Luckily, the man understood what he was looking for- at least, Johnny had thought he did, when he brought out all these strange self-propelled wheelchairs, Johnny had almost lost it. He already struggled with his legs, he wasn't about to give up his arms next. He would get around on his own strength thank-you-very-much and after some arguing that got him a little red in the face, both with frustration and the public nature of the conversation, the man wheeled out a simplistic looking thing that seemed like it would fall apart rather than hold his weight, but as Johnny released the saddle belts on his legs and tried it out, it was surprisingly comfortable and easy to use. Way less bulky than his old chair. And it even folded up small enough that he could add it to Slow Dancer's pack.
Going new places during the race had always been a struggle between where Slow Dancer could go and where he could get himself and whether or not the town even had a wheelchair to borrow, but this was probably the first thing he'd actually been pleased about since his arrival. When he got to the part where they talked price, the man kept asking about that strange device and Johnny was a little startled when he dug it out and handed it over. There were lights and sounds and other stuff he didn't really get, but after fiddling with it, they handed it back and told him he owned the chair. So that was... something.
The shopkeeper left him to it and Johnny sat in his new chair, fumbling with the device in his hands. How the hell did the thing work? Was it that important? Shit, he'd almost thrown it away!]
[Act III - late afternoon]
[Today had been surprisingly productive. Johnny still didn't know where they were staying, but the device had some names listed. So far, no stables though. And he was getting really tired of all the stares. Hadn't anyone ever seen a guy on horseback before? It seemed like it should be obvious, but he'd realized, over the last couple days, that for this colony, it was a very uncommon form of transportation.
He wasn't about to trade in his prize horse for a carriage that drove itself though, not by a long shot. So what if this was some bizarre future with locomotives that didn't even run on steam? They'd brought him here, they could deal with him and his horse or get used to the idea of them taking over part of the gardens as their own personal stables and pen for Slow Dancer.
Johnny dismounted and tied the reins expertly to a post outside the next building before heading for the entrance.]
Hello?
johnnyjoestar & you?When: backdated 7/10
Where: The gardens, the shopping district, the residential district.
What: Johnny tries to find his way around and is generally bad at technology.
Rating/Warning: None, but will updated if needed.
[Act I - Morning]
[The last few days had been pretty wild. Johnny wasn't sure how else to put it. Though some of the residents had encouraged him with the idea that he'd find his friends here, his only companion was his horse, Slow Dancer. He was thrilled to see the Appaloosa, who seemed no worse for the wear, but everything else here was downright alien.
The day was only just beginning when Slow Dancer nudged him, waking him from half-formed dreams and bringing him back to reality(though that too was questionable). They'd been camping out in the gardens the last couple nights and though the weather was warm, they should probably look for some more permanent quarters. Slow Dancer needed a proper stable and they could only survive on the public gardens for so long without being caught, he was sure.
That strange box had been beeping again too. He'd thought it some kind of explosive at first, and thrown it a fair distance away, only to find that it hovered quite neatly a few inches off the ground. As he'd watched other passers-by, he'd seen them holding the same device, but whatever it did, the thing just looked like a piece of junk to him.]
Mornin'.
[He sat up enough to pet Slow Dancer's muzzle and started packing up his makeshift camp.]
[Act II - Mid-day]
[After a lot of trotting back and forth, as he debated whether or not to go inside, Johnny was kind of surprised to see a shopkeeper come out to speak with him. Luckily, the man understood what he was looking for- at least, Johnny had thought he did, when he brought out all these strange self-propelled wheelchairs, Johnny had almost lost it. He already struggled with his legs, he wasn't about to give up his arms next. He would get around on his own strength thank-you-very-much and after some arguing that got him a little red in the face, both with frustration and the public nature of the conversation, the man wheeled out a simplistic looking thing that seemed like it would fall apart rather than hold his weight, but as Johnny released the saddle belts on his legs and tried it out, it was surprisingly comfortable and easy to use. Way less bulky than his old chair. And it even folded up small enough that he could add it to Slow Dancer's pack.
Going new places during the race had always been a struggle between where Slow Dancer could go and where he could get himself and whether or not the town even had a wheelchair to borrow, but this was probably the first thing he'd actually been pleased about since his arrival. When he got to the part where they talked price, the man kept asking about that strange device and Johnny was a little startled when he dug it out and handed it over. There were lights and sounds and other stuff he didn't really get, but after fiddling with it, they handed it back and told him he owned the chair. So that was... something.
The shopkeeper left him to it and Johnny sat in his new chair, fumbling with the device in his hands. How the hell did the thing work? Was it that important? Shit, he'd almost thrown it away!]
[Act III - late afternoon]
[Today had been surprisingly productive. Johnny still didn't know where they were staying, but the device had some names listed. So far, no stables though. And he was getting really tired of all the stares. Hadn't anyone ever seen a guy on horseback before? It seemed like it should be obvious, but he'd realized, over the last couple days, that for this colony, it was a very uncommon form of transportation.
He wasn't about to trade in his prize horse for a carriage that drove itself though, not by a long shot. So what if this was some bizarre future with locomotives that didn't even run on steam? They'd brought him here, they could deal with him and his horse or get used to the idea of them taking over part of the gardens as their own personal stables and pen for Slow Dancer.
Johnny dismounted and tied the reins expertly to a post outside the next building before heading for the entrance.]
Hello?
no subject
[He's more used to the East Coast crowd, what little he interacts with them.]
Not that it is a big deal here. Such things matter very little, when there are not even that many humans here.
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You must be some kinda linguistics type, yeah?
[The analysis hit a little too close to home. He'd been born into privilege, yes, but since his fall from grace, no- since he'd lost Nicholas, his life had been anything but soft. He glances aside and gives a short shrug.]
Kentucky, born and bred. The Joestars aren't a big family, but we raised an awful lotta derby winners. I had a decent education, if that's what you mean.
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A little bit. I study here and there. And it is important to notice these things.
[Politics and that meant you needed to notice these little things about people.]
Oh horse racing. That's more Kevin's territory than mine, since he gambles. Unfortunately.
no subject
[He nods toward the pile of books William came over with in the first place. If that was a "little bit," he'd eat his hat.]
Given half a chance, people will gamble about anything. Ain't the sport's fault.
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...that's true. He will randomly gamble on how fast he can polish one of the windows.
[What a life. What a roommate.]
But I suppose there are worse things to be into. And maybe you can even make a decent profession of it here.
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Johnny raised an eyebrow at the last statement though. What the hell? Talking about horse racing like it was just barely tolerable as a profession? That was the fastest way to get Johnny's feathers ruffled and he bristled just a little.]
Which one, gambling or horse racing?
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The racing I mean? I don't know quite how the sport works here, if at all. But you could always be the the first. The alien tourists here like those sort of things.
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Kinda hard to have a horse race in a one-horse town. If someone wants to watch us run, it's a damn-fine thing to watch, but I don't race just for someone's entertainment. It's my pride on the line, so don't call it that, like it's somethin' low or barely tolerable unless you're ready t'back those words up.
[Johnny might not look terribly threatening from where he sat, not even reaching the young man's shoulder, but he wasn't about to sit around and let someone talk badly about his family's livelihood.]
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I am sorry then. That probably was too much from me on a first meeting with someone. I... have a sharp tongue sometimes.
[An understatement to say the least.]
But my apologies.
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Huh.
[He takes a moment to salvage his quickly de-railing thoughts.]
S'alright. No one here seems to know much about the sport. I won't hold it against you or nothin'.
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Still, I did speak out of turn. And you do seem to have a very well trained horse there, since it seems to be taking this place well in stride.
[All the lights and sounds had to be a bit unnerving after all.]
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[He gives a soft shrug. Long as he's not gonna bring it up again, Johnny feels alright letting it slide.]
Slow Dancer? Yeah, he's raced through worse'n this. He was a dobbin before we entered the Steel Ball Run. I don't think much phases him.
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[Beyond small time affairs of course.]
Steel Ball Run? That's a peculiar name for a race.
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[Johnny relaxed a bit in his chair, setting one elbow on the arm-rest.]
Hmmm yeah, I mean- it was the first of it's kind. San Diego to New York with a buncha checkpoints in-between. $50,000,000 cash prize brought in hopefuls from all over.
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[He means that actually, because of course it makes sense that even a horse has it's own ambitions.]
$50,000,000? That's....
[He mentally does the conversion in his head. That is a lot of sovereigns.]
That must have been something to see. That someone could afford to even put on something like that though...
[He'd always heard Americans were crazy, but that was a bit scary.]
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[He shrugs.]
A lot, right? I thought it was a scam at first, but even the president is endorsing it. The money would be great, but I'm just glad to be back in racing again. Don't get around so easy otherwise.
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[Harrison would be the president right now where he's from.]
I can imagine so.
Have you thought about where the horse is going to stay? Or is it just going to live with you?
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[At that he gives a frustrated sort of sigh.]
I've been lookin' around for a place we can both fit, but there ain't exactly stables in this futuristic sorta town. We've been camping out at the gardens.
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[He taps his chin for a moment.]
I guess you would have to find someone who was willing to convert an extra room into a stable for him, or else just advertise for a room that meets the requirements. I imagine having something built would take a bit long.