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Yoichi Kuramochi | ε€‰ζŒ ζ΄‹δΈ€ ([personal profile] basesteal) wrote in [community profile] estoria2016-06-01 09:42 pm

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Who: Yoichi Kuramochi [personal profile] basesteal & Various
When: Various dates... Throughout July
Where: Various
What: Kuramochi's out and about
Rating/Warning: PG-13 bc Kuramochi is a potty mouth



[ A; shop area ]
[ Kuramochi wasn't involved in whatever a handful of people went through, but with the weird elemental effect thingy going on, He's a little more moodier than usual. He needs distractions, so he decides he would go acquire a CYbuddy.

What specific animal he should get, though, was still up in the air as he's now at the shop, gazing at all the choices. He wants something cool-looking, but he keeps glancing at the tiny cheetah one sitting off to the side...
]


[ B; working ]
[ It's one of those days where the other person who was supposed to be working their shift doesn't show up. Kuramochi was supposed to take off early, but now he's stuck acting as the store mascot for the entire day. He's tired from not getting proper sleep, so this mishap is making him grouchier than usual.

Thankfully, no one needs to hear him talk or see his glaring face while wearing the mascot suit, but if he gets stuck with moronic customers trying to mess around with him, he'd end up giving them a kick or two from behind...

Feel free to call out on his rude behavior while he's on breaks.
]


[ C; baseball practice ]
[ It's been a month since he first ended up in Cerealia. And during that month he's gotten a chance to work up his own schedule for training even without a baseball team to have proper practice with. He's been having morning and afternoon runs, as well as swinging practice whenever he doesn't have anything going on aside from his various part-time jobs.

From time to time, his CYbuddy would be nearby distracting him from his practice as it attacks his leg.
]

...Hey! Watch it!


[ Closed to Zono [personal profile] sweated; apartments, early July ]
[ When Yoichi first ran into his teammate, he wasn't sure if he'd end up in the same place after the ViViD. For all he knew, the whole encounter might have been the virtual reality, just like with the senpai yelling at the fellow vice captain. So Yoichi was definitely surprised to see Zono still around even after the ViViD event ended. And naturally, he offered to share the apartment space. He didn't exactly go to contact Miyuki about it, but with how they ended up in this strange place, Yoichi figured the captain wouldn't disagree with this. Since he hasn't taken a look at the contacts list, he doesn't know Seido's captain no longer is around in Cerealia.

So now they're at their apartment, letting Zono in as he opens the door.
]

Here's where we're stayin'. The Cerevice kinda does everything with the layout shit, so if you got some specifics we can change around once Miyuki comes back from wherever the hell he's at.


[ Or Wildcard! ]
babermetrics: (crash on the last splash)

=D

[personal profile] babermetrics 2016-06-19 07:10 am (UTC)(link)
Ha ha! Yeah, whatever!

[This guy's being a jerk. He's being a jerk, and . . .

It feels kinda good. Something like competitive spirit rises in Leon's chest—something like nostalgia, too. He's used to people being assholes to him on the field. It's been so, so long. Longer than he remembers, he knows that. When was the last time he stood on the mound and faced a batter totally disrespecting him? It feels like around six months; he knows it's longer. A year and a half. Two and a half years. Maybe the last game he remembers pitching, when he was 17, is the last game he ever pitched in his life, and maybe it wasn't—he can't know. But even if it actually were six months . . . it's been so long.

To his body it feels like yesterday, just like it always has. He slips easily into position, grips the ball, winds up, and throws a cutter.

In a world where there were any justice, it wouldn't be a very good pitch. Wasn't he just reminiscing about how long it'd been since he did this? Not since he pitched, to be fair. He'd done that days before, in the ViViD level with all the sand, and that had been the first time he'd used his arm in a very long time. But throwing balls at a wall is a different thing from standing on the mound and aiming at the strike zone with a batter staring you down. It's not like he's practiced that since arriving in Cerealia. He hasn't been working on his skills on the down-low, sneaking out to the field when no one's around to witness his shame. That's not his style. As much as he's missed it, deep down where he doesn't want to admit, practice is practice, and he doesn't practice.

In a just world, the pitch would kinda suck.

But that isn't the world Leon inhabits. In his world, the good die young, children are made into tools of war, and most relevant in this moment, sometimes people have a truly ludicrous amount of talent without even trying. Leon is one of those people. The ball slices through the air in a breathtakingly perfect arc, like a force of nature, like the fucking sound of the wind made material, or something poetic like that.

It clocks about 90 miles per hour, because Leon did in fact go easy on him.]
babermetrics: (HYPER SELF-PLEASURE)

[personal profile] babermetrics 2016-06-19 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh shit. Oh damn. Fuck. Dammit. Leon tunes out the other guy's reaction for a good couple seconds, because he's distracted by a haunting realization: he's still in love with his ex.

And his ex is baseball.

It's like he just watched her walk into a room at a party looking so fine right when he thought he was over her, and got punched in the gut by her booty in that skirt. Except the booty in the skirt is the way a ball looks when it clips just right past a batter and hits the net and hovers there for a moment and then bites the dust with a thunk and sends up a little dirt cloud he can practically smell even from 60 feet out. That's the booty. Ohhh mmmmman is that embarrassing. His heart leaps in his chest with excitement just at throwing the pitch . . .

God, he's such a loser!! This is so uncool!

But then he comes back to Earth (or, Cerealia. Tellus. whatever) and catches the other guy's shock, parses what he's saying, and at least it's okay to be smug about looking like a badass, right? Of course it is! Leon was already grinning, stupidly, but it only gets wider.]


What, you never saw one o' those before? 'Course you have! If you think that was a fluke, how about another one?
babermetrics: (fucking idiot bird got owned)

[personal profile] babermetrics 2016-06-20 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
[HE WILL TAKE THIS SECRET TO HIS GRAVE. Or maybe not. He's not actually good at keeping secrets, being subtle, or not already being in his grave. His expression is definitely, obviously pretty pleased, and he's starting to forget to keep up the tsundere act. Good going, Kuramochi.

He holds his glove hand up to coax him to toss the ball back.]


Yeah? How 'bout this? I'll pitch you ten, and if you can hit a single one, I'll buy you lunch!
babermetrics: (pleased as punch spoon-fed bitch)

[personal profile] babermetrics 2016-06-22 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, why not? Any hit!

[It's half being full of himself. Maybe two-thirds being full of himself. But some of it's also simply this: despite himself, he's in a good mood now because he's out on the diamond, and he doesn't mind the thought of treating someone to lunch after and hanging out. He figures his odds are around 50/50, anyway. Ten pitches in a row without even a foul would be outstanding, though not unheard of for him, and the guy had said he wasn't that great at batting. It could go either way. He's in such a good mood that he genuinely doesn't care, and the grin he offers Kuramochi in answer isn't entirely a smug smirk.

(However, it's not entirely not one, either.)]


What's your name anyway, Batter?
babermetrics: (The Baseball Preferrers)

[personal profile] babermetrics 2016-06-29 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
Kuwata Leon! And don't go thinking I'm just some pitcher, either! I'm way more than that!

[True in both a baseball sense and outside of that, he'd like to think, though things are a little complicated lately.

But there's always this to fall back on: he winds up again, and this time he throws a straight-up, no-frills, four-seam fastball. It's beautiful and pure and flawless and headed Kuramochi's way at around 98 mph. There are no tricks on this one; it's meant to get by him on pure speed alone.]
babermetrics: (neon ball throw?!)

[personal profile] babermetrics 2016-07-10 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah?!

[Shit, he's happy. Why's he so happy to hear that? Why's he happy to be praised for this? He's been praised for this all his life! It's easy! How stupid. It's like being praised for breathing or sleeping! But—dammit, it feels so good to hear! It's been so long . . .

His mood sure has soared, and not even in a smugly superior way this time. He's just stupidly glad to be playing.]


Ha ha! I'd take on the whole team by myself! Ah, well, guess I couldn't actually do that . . . but you know what I mean! So it's just you here, huh? Too bad! —And it's about 160 kph, since you asked! I could probably go over if I wasn't kinda rusty.

[It's a hell of an admission for him to even acknowledge the concept of "rusty" might exist in relationship to himself.]
babermetrics: (The Baseball Preferrers)

[personal profile] babermetrics 2016-07-12 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
Getting used to this place sucks.

[Even though it was a few months ago now, his initial depression upon arriving is still pretty fresh in his mind, and he hates looking back on it . . .

He throws that out offhandedly, though. It's hard to dwell on shitty memories when you're having fun—which he is, even if he'd be an asshole about admitting it. (He doesn't need to anyway. He's an open book.)

This time . . .

He throws the same fastball as last time. He's not going easy on Kuramochi, per se—it's still a gorgeous fastball just like the last one—but he's curious if the same pitch will get by again.]
babermetrics: (crash on the last splash)

[personal profile] babermetrics 2016-07-13 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
Too close! I can't just let you win, y'know? You totally understand!

[This isn't a guy who's going to appreciate if Leon goes easy on him. He can respect that.

But he knows if he throws the same pitch a third time in a row, it'll probably get hit, which would be going easy on him. So how much does he change it up? He could throw a very similar pitch and probably get it by, because Kuramochi's muscle memory will be reading it as the same pitch as before, and just miss . . . or he could do something totally different.

Doing too much of the same thing is boring—so, this time, he goes for something that's way out there, and not exactly his specialty: a submarine pitch. It's not his favorite pitch or the best he's got, but it sure isn't going to be expected as far as pitches go. And it's been a while since he tried throwing one; he's curious to see how it comes off.]
babermetrics: (honks la cucuracha horn)

[personal profile] babermetrics 2016-07-14 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
Heh, I barely use that one! But it's seriously not that hard. You just kinda, you do that, and then whoosh!

[OFFICIAL BASEBALL LINGO WITH KUWATA LEON]

Anyway, I wanted to see how it felt since it's been a while, but it just doesn't look as impressive to the crowd, y'know? No matter how good you are at it, it always looks kinda weak compared to a normal fastball. So I usually don't bother with it . . . but of course I know how to do it. I mentioned I was the Ultimate, right? I used to be the best around!

[Used to be. The past tense comes in for a lot of reasons, some pretty uninspiring and some outright horrifying.

He doesn't offer any of them right now; instead he offers up another pitch. It's another cutter, a little faster than the first pitch he threw now that he's warmed up, but still the same pitch.]
babermetrics: (fucking idiot bird got owned)

[personal profile] babermetrics 2016-07-15 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
[He doesn't offer up any more information about what he used to be or why. He watches the ball fly off with a noisy sigh—but it's not that serious. In fact, he's only just barely not still smiling.]

Ah man, I thought it'd take you at least a couple more. But yeah, I promised, right? So whenever you want it, I owe you one! Not bad!
babermetrics: (BIG BUFF CHEETO PUFF)

[personal profile] babermetrics 2016-07-17 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Ehhh, I guess since we got started, might as well . . .

[He tries to sound disaffected about it, but he's still grinning, holding his hand up for the ball.]

So five more and then I guess you better get your ass to work!