Maruko Reiji 「円子令司」 → "Marco" (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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estoria2016-07-06 10:56 am
drinkscola) wrote in estoria2016-07-06 10:56 am
[OPEN]
Who: maruko "marco" reiji (drinkscola) and you!!!
When: 08.02
Where: various places
What: marco being uncool... also guns, soda, and a football
Rating/Warning: mild language, but otherwise nothing for now!
a.
b: shopping district.
c: shopping district, part 2.
d: entertainment/pleasure district.
e: boutique; closed to kashuu.
drinkscola) and you!!!When: 08.02
Where: various places
What: marco being uncool... also guns, soda, and a football
Rating/Warning: mild language, but otherwise nothing for now!
a.
[ welcome to the gun show
or a gun range, more specifically. here's a guy dressed in a pinstripe suit (actually a school uniform, thank you), lifting a sig sauer p226 towards a target. he's done his homework such that his stance and grip are correct, but... experience tends to trump textbook knowledge. he sweats, manages to keep his hand from trembling, and squeezes the trigger.
BANG.
and holy shit, even with protective earmuffs, that's loud as fuck and the resulting kick is even more startling. while the bullet's hit its mark, marco doesn't quite notice as he yelps and drops the weapon; it clatters to the floor wherein it sets off again.
BANG.
whoops. at least that one hit the wall and not a person. he's immediately looking around to make sure no one heard that, much less witnessed it. ]
b: shopping district.
[ well that had been rough and embarrassing— time for some caffeinated, sugary calories. after fishing out his wallet, selecting coca-cola and swiping his card, a single cola tumbles out.
except, after that's been retrieved, the sodas don't stop coming. they continue to cascade out of the machine one-by-one, rolling on the surrounding pavement in a variety of directions. ]
What the hell, I'd say—!!
[ the vending machine continues until it's empty of every can. ]
c: shopping district, part 2.
[ during his hour of waiting for a maintenance bot to show (it won't), marco's taken to building an elaborate pyramid structure. he kind of half-expects something to come along and obliterate it, so he won't be too surprised when that happens. it's been a painful waste of time.
he fixes another can to its side. ]
Geez, what is up with CERES lately...
[ he gets being forced to live in a dystopia, okay, but an inefficient one sucks. ]
d: entertainment/pleasure district.
[ as someone who usually practices alone, even back home, it might be useful to scope out talent. temporarily useful, as marco knows none of this should actually stick. once he's spied someone that looks physically capable of regularly withstanding tackles and somewhat unoccupied (by which he means, unoccupied hands), he's raising his football. ]
Here. Catch, I'd say.
[ whether you like it or not, it's beamed toward your torso. hey, be grateful or something that at least he didn't beam it at your head!! ]
e: boutique; closed to kashuu.
[ okay, in-between being broke (a relative adjective) and newcomers and gross cybuddies and avoiding the hell out of everyone due to those memory shenanigans, marco's finally traversed somewhere beautifully expensive with intent. upon entering, impressed already, he'll approach someone that looks to work there. ]
Hey, I'm Marco. [ potentially useless information, okay. moving on: ] And I'm looking for someone named Kashuu Kiyomitsu...
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Ah, Vietnam-chan... It's good to see you.
[ the -chan route. just telling it like it is, okay. ]
And I suppose you could say that... But "scouting" might be more accurate, in this case.
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Cute though, Marco!!!]
It is good to see you again too! And oh? You are trying to form a team?
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[ a lackadaisical shrug of the shoulders. and if she so wishes to toss it back, he'll lift his hands again to a more appropriate catching position. ]
I don't think anyone could transfer from Cerealia to Hakushuu High, for starters. However, it'd be interesting to see if someone could teach me something new about the sport.
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[Oh! He lifted his hands, so she prepares to toss it back. Let's see, would it be like this? She tries to throw it, one of the pointed ends towards him, only because it seemed logical. It zooms over decently, of course, aside from the amateur toss.]
That is true...it would be interesting. If anyone else here could play, you'll have a partner. I apologise if my form is poor. I suppose the only thing I have for me now is a strong body.
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[ not amazing either, per se, but it's not like trying to catching it was any feat.and because vietnam's someone worth impressing and he's a fucking show-off, he'll easily balance the ball's end on the tip of his finger.
at her reply, he chuckles. ] Even if your form was poor, that'd be understandable. [ he's assuming she's not a quarterback in her spare time. everyone has to start somewhere!! ] And with that strong body, you could probably break someone's ribs with just tackling them... Even when they're wearing their guards.
[ assuming she's apt for that. that's somehow a good thing. ]
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Impressive! And you managed to catch my awful through.
[She laughs softly.] O-oh, I wouldn't want to try breaking their ribs though...but it is possible.
[Ah.]
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[ geez vietnam, have more confidence in thyself!! but he's grateful for the compliment, if the way his smile warps into a smirk is any indication. he's one of those silly boys that live for girls' praise, okay... ]
[ and then she drops the bomb of that being possible. his eyebrows raise, misplaced admiration shining his eyes. ]
That's— incredible, really. [ he thinks he only knows of a few football players capable of that, and they're out of his reach. it dawns on him how badly he's underestimated her on account of her build. ] But if it's not against the rules, and it got you to win— Well, wouldn't you want to seal your victory?
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But ah, look, he looks happy okay? Even more so when she joked (not that much of a joke) about breaking ribs.]
Wait... [She squints her eyes a little in confusion.] Are you saying that breaking ribs is not against the rules? Such aggressive play is allowed?
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Not against the rules, no. Breaking [ pick a bone; he's seen it broken ] your opponents, so long as it doesn't incur any penalties, is fully within the realm of the game's possibilities.
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In fact, now she's just surprised.]
...This is one very risky sport, similar to martial arts, even. Have you broken anything before...?
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And just a few concussions.... as well as some minor stress fractures. [ contained injuries, in his opinion. it's not something he feels he can brag about, no matter how much danger he occasionally puts himself in (and how "cool" that might likewise be seen as). ] Pretty average stuff, I'd say.