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[ambitchous]

Who: ambitchous park jongbabe, maybe you.
When: 01/04
Where: shopping district street a, street b, alley a off street c.
What: jongbae needing help to buy age-restricted substances due to looking 8, dismantling his phone for shits and giggles, prodding around inside the power box of store x.
Rating/Warning: none, probably.

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a.
[ Today is a great day for a leisurely stroll, right? Maybe you're out shopping, maybe you're just loitering--it really doesn't matter, because whatever you're doing is about to be interrupted by a very small boy with a hoodie pulled over his head. Some people just have no manners... ]

Yah, you--c'mere. You see that store there? [ It's nearby, just a convenience-type setup, with a wall of cigarettes lined behind the counter, guarded by a woman not out of her 50s. There's nothing particularly suspect about it. ] Go in there and buy me a pack of cigarettes, will you? The geriatric behind the counter won't believe that my ID is real.

[ And why would she? Who would believe this pocket-sized boy is closer to 30 than 20? He looks about 12--and acts like it too, making impatient shooing motions. ]

Go, go.

b.
[ It looks like that earlier endeavour ended well for him, because only a few ours later Jongbae can be found sitting propped up against a building, a cigarette hanging from his mouth, with various bits and pieces of miscellaneous technology strewn about him. It... looks a lot like a CereVice, if someone were to completely dismantle it and then throw all the pieces around the sidewalk.

It certainly doesn't look broken, just deconstructed, and Jongbae is looking incredibly In The Zone about it, not paying attention to the fact that he's taking up a good chunk of walking space, and that he's leaving incredibly delicate pieces of his only form of communication on the ground. ]

c.
[ It's prime shopping time, and what better time to go peruse the stores then when they're all packed with people? Or, what better time to notice that there's a guy looking suspicious down an alleyway, with a power box open and a bunch of wires hooked up to his phone. ]

d.
[ Anything else you can think of feat. pint-sized conman. ]

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A

[sjokolade]

[Meanwhile, here was Anna trying her best to get all her shopping done! After that little messy explosion that happened at her job, she needed to find some nice new clean clothes and fast! Of course, with little to no time to clean her clothing, the obvious solution was to buy more clothing!

However, that was the plan before someone came up to her!]

Uhh...why do you need to buy them?

[ambitchous]

[ She looks like she's had a rough day, but he's had a rough day too, so surely she's the person who is going sympathise with what is a very harrowing plight. Sure, nothing exploded at him, but he's not getting his way, so that's almost as bad. ]

To build a scale model of the city out of.

[ Absolutely dripping with sarcasm. He's going to put them in his face hole, come on. ]

[sjokolade]

[Anna might be oblivious most of the time but even she can tell he was being rude. Which was why he was getting this look in return. As she gave a pout, she settled for a small sigh.]

I'm being serious here! If you really need it, why in the world do you want them so badly anyway? I mean, aren't you like a little too young for them?

[Wait for it...!]

b.

[soulist]

[ Well excuse him but this is pretty fascinating to watch. He's not used to many people knowing their way around technology like this guy seems to. Cyrus will be walking by when he takes notice only to pause and move out of the way after he gets some angry glares and gives a few of his own back at people.

Jongbae will immediately notice that Cyrus' left arm, leg, and eye are all robotic. Advanced so much so that they're practically real looking, aside from the obvious metallic part. He'll scoot on closer to Jongbae, coughing into his robotic hand as he looks down at him. ]

Shouldn't you be doing this is a less crowded area? You have a lot of delicate pieces lying around that someone might step on.

[ambitchous]

[ ”Notice immediately” isn’t quite what Jongbae does, but he does notice. There’s a good gap of time where he’s so absorbed in what he’s doing that he doesn’t even bother looking up, carefully extracting the pins from a tiny chip so he can pull it from its place without breaking it. ]

If they step on them, they can buy me a new one. I could always use two.

[ Kind of absently, like he’s not really paying attention straight away and is far more interested in what he’s doing. He does look up though, as you do when you’re approached, and the change in him is pretty immediate. Gone is his attention to what he was doing, and all of it is focused straight on Cyrus’ clearly inhuman parts. ]

Whoa, what are you?

[ Oh my god, Park Jongbae, you can’t just ask somebody what they are……….. ]

[soulist]

You're the one just sitting in the middle of the road though. [ Cyrus just scoffs as he shrugs his shoulders continuing to look back down as the other fiddles and extracts those pins. Amusing to say the least, but he wouldn't put it past anyone to really mean what they say here.

Especially when they have the nerve to say that to him. He coughs again, robotic arm and his regular arm crossing over his chest as he just gives Jongbae a look. ]

What I am is a person trying to offer you some advice before you end up pissing off the wrong people and get your ass kicked.

[ Cyrus no. Gosh Jongbae how could you ask that so easily. It's been awhile since he's been asked that directly and with such little care and concern to his feelings. He's hurt (not really) but he is being a bit of a grump right now, don't mind him. ]

Do you always ask people what they are when you first meet them?

C

[unathletic]

[ .. why is this happening while he's the one spotting it.

Because he could leave this alone, but on the other hand, it is looking mighty suspicious, and he hasn't seen most of the natives in this place doing stuff like that.. and considering his sense of Responsibility, he just knows he'd regret it if he just walked on and pretended he never saw this.

So after letting out an 'aish' followed by a click of his tongue, he moves through the crowd of people towards the guy with the power box. ]

What are you doing.

[ Yeah, that's not a familiar face at all, is it.. ]

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[ambitchous]

[ Certainly not a familiar face, and definitely not a familiar voice. It's so unfamiliar in fact, that where Jongbae would usually ignore whoever was interrupting him and make something up, here he whips his head around so fast it's a wonder his neck doesn't break, and he drops his phone with an awkward fumble, catching it before it actually has time to fall and shatter everywhere. ]

Yah! Lee Jihyuk!

[ Though on closer inspection... not Jihyuk at all. Way, way too young, and not nearly as stylish. Jongbae gives him a hell of a look over, apprehensive as hell. He clearly recognizes him, but at the same time... ]

Who the hell are you?

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[unathletic]

[ It's really, really hard to miss that startled reaction. Which is why Heung Soo actually doesn't miss it at all - but at least it sort of makes sense when the other guy calls out that name.

.. not that it makes sense in a good way though. After having met Mireu in this place, he's pretty sure he knows what's going on here, this guy is mistaking him for someone else. Someone else who might just have his exact same face again, judging by how hard Jongbae suddenly has to look at him to realise they're different.

(Then again, could anyone with his face be worse than Mireu? He's got to have had the worst by now, right.) ]

Park Heung Soo.

[ There's already a hint of Done in his tone, but what else is new with him. ]

Not the person you're thinking of. [ That's for sure. ]

B

[queenofminiskirts]

[Kaoru stops on her way home because, holy crap, that's...that's something else. She walks over, being careful not to step on anything and crouches down so they're at eye level.]

Can you even put this back together afterwards?

[She has her hands on her knees and there are two things strange about this girl. One, her hair is bright fire-engine red. Two, on her wrist she is wearing a bracelet that, if you were the sort of person to notice these things, seems to be a piece of technology though its purpose is not immediately clear.]

[ambitchous]

[ There is a hell of a lot strange about this girl to a guy who is used to dark hair and dark eyes; she stands out immediately in the over-saturated red glare from his dismantled screen, and he sets aside a good few seconds to puzzle over whether it's real or not (it is, he's pretty sure... almost positive. might be a little doubt. he's a guy, he doesn't do hair).

Her bracelet is what catches his attention next, and it's abundantly clear by the amount of time he spends looking at it that he's interested, and he puts the end of his cigarette out on the pavement with a scoff. ]

Of course I can. It's got some weird stuff going on in it, but it's still just a tablet. I wouldn't be stumped by something like this.

[ He can't say the same for her bracelet though, and without asking her for it, he points to it, making motions for her to hold it up for him. ]

b

[aleatore]

[ Urban hum is his backdrop of choice, similar enough to his home to melt into, yet not entirely satisfying. Izaya knows it will take patience and persistence and a little bit of deviousness, as well, to out-wrestle a few advantages here. More than anything, he wants threads attached to and around everything in the city; he proceeds with expectations among the crowds and waits to be impressed or distracted or some curious mix of the two.

Today, though, he's stopped in his goings-about by a hitting-the-jackpot clatter of luck. Izaya watches Jongbae from a distance at first -- leaning so close to his work, measuring eyes, snap calculations, routine down pat. Bingo.

A deliberate amount of time later he steps to close gap smoothly, almost silkily, tipping forward into Jongbae's workspace with hands tucked deep into his jacket pockets and a look of smiling curiosity on his face. ]

So, they wouldn't stop calling you after the breakup?

[ambitchous]

[ It isn't the first time someone has leant into his workspace to curiously watch him dismantle his phone, so Jongbae doesn't even look up when Izaya's shadow casts over him. It's just another passerby wondering why he chose to sit here, what the hell he's doing, what he's going to do when he wants to put it back together, etc etc etc.

Unlike the others though, this one actually gets a laugh out of him, and though he still doesn't devote his full attention to anything but what is probably the tiny motherboard of what used to be his phone, he's certainly not actively ignoring Izaya. ]

You think this'd stop a girl on a warpath? Even after taking something like this apart, she'd still find a way to call.

[ He's kidding, of course. She wouldn't call, she'd be at his house trying to break the door down. ]

It's rough being such a great catch.

[ 100% not what is going on at all, he's just messing around. ]

B.

[breakin]

[ Then he won't mind Mireu kneeling down on the ground next to him and picking up a piece of it, will he?

He might? Because Mireu's disrupting his work? Ah well... that's just two bad, because Mireu has yet to pull apart his own, though he's been tempted a few times, and now is a good time to get a look at one. ]

This must be fun to put back together.

[ Is he being serious? Is it sarcasm? Hard to tell by his tone. ]

[ambitchous]

I won't have to when you buy me a new one for breaking that.

[ God he's so sick of this voice and face. One Jihyuk was already too many Jihyuks, and now there's two of them, neither of whom are actually Jihyuk? This is too much, Jongbae needs a drink and a pretty girl to cure him from Too Many Woobin disease.

He rubs the bridge of his nose almost tiredly, actually looking up from his work to properly engage Mireu, even though he doesn't want to... but it just makes him laugh. Holy shit, what is with that hair? ]

Nice 'do. Tell me you're not rebellious teenager Lee Jihyuk? My life'd be over, there'd be no topping this.

C

[remainingtwin]

[She' really just looking to escape the crowd-- it's bad timing on her part, she hates the push of people, and unfortunately she happened to wander out right as too many others had the same idea.

So she clutches her bag that carries the ancient camera obscura (she doesn't particularly like having it, but she knows when she doesn't have it is when she'll need it), and ducks into the nearby alley and slumps against the wall with a loud sigh.

There's a prickle at her senses that clues her in a tad bit late that someone else is there, and she glances over. What... What?]

Uh. Am I interrupting?

[ambitchous]

[ Escaping the crowds isn't the reason Jongbae chose this alley in particular, but it's a welcome perk of it. He's not particularly tall, and he gets tired of people jostling him around, especially when he's got his face in his tablet and doesn't feel like looking up.

Which is how he feels right now, and even though he knows that Mio is addressing him, he doesn't bother looking up at her, focusing solely on what he was doing before she showed up. ]

Yeah, you're interrupting.

[ Is she? He talks to her like he honestly couldn't care less, then holds out his hand towards her, making "come hither" motions in her general direction without looking up. ]

Lemme borrow your phone.

b!!

[manolia]

[Chibi's just leaving the shopping district with a bag full of ???? slung over his shoulder when he spots Jongbae, and the innards of a Cerevice. (A kid after his own heart; that's the first thing Chibi did, too, was tear it down and put it back together again.) He's got to admire the way Jongbae's set up; there's a certain order to the disorder of all the pieces around him, he thinks. But... Here?]

[And he smells the reek of tobacco. Really? Tobacco, when there's so much better and more calming things to smoke? mun almost went for A and had Chibi proposition him to go smoke weed together but. alas. Nevertheless, he raises an eyebrow at how... Out in the open this kid is.]

Careful of static, there. [Static electricity + little components = bad bad bad!!] They sell grounding straps, if you prefer to work outside.

[ambitchous]

[ A missed opportunity, reckless 9 year old Park Jongbae would've been all over it.

He doesn't look up for what he's doing for a moment despite Chibi's approach and actual contact with him, but it's less out of intentional rudeness and more just in that he's really engrossed in what he's doing, which appears to be extracting a tiny chip from what might be the motherboard of the Cerevice, pin by tiny pin until he can lift it free. ]

It's not a preference, this is just where I sat.

[ For knowing what he's talking about though, he does get Jongbae to look up from what he's doing, if only to see if he knows this guy, but... yeah, no, no idea, never seen him before in his life. ]

It should be fine. If I end up breaking it, I'll just get a new one.

d+b because i can

[gao]

[ They had plans on meeting up today for a real meet-n-greet since Shishiou wouldn't want to work with someone he hasn't actually had the honor of meeting yet. If only that would actually mean noticing any sketchy about a 12 year-old looking con artist...

Nevertheless, he wanders down the designated spot only to step on something Important Looking on the sidewalk. ]

Wah! [ Quick in his step, he moves back only to land on another piece. Is that a crunch? No, maybe it's just a leaf.

HOPE YOU DIDN'T NEED THAT JONGBAE... ]

[ambitchous]

[ Whether he needed it or not will remain a mystery forever, because as soon as Shishiou lifts his foot, the whole piece of whatever it was is shattered and broken into tiny, dust-like shards. Jongbae isn’t even sure what it is he broke, but he’s definitely not not annoyed about it. ]

Yah! Watch where you’re going, will you? Are you blind?

[ He’s totally the one sitting in the middle of the street with his shit spread out absolutely everywhere, but just gloss over that part, it isn’t important. ]

a

[makigumo]

[ Okay, she totally doesn't mind. There's no age restriction on smoking in her time, anyway, and she smokes too. But for shits and giggles, the almost nude woman doesn't say yes right away. ]

What'll you do if Granny says yes and what'll you do if she says no?

[ambitchous]

[ Not answering right away is something the both of them have in common, because Jongbae is incredibly distracted by said almost-naked woman, staring intently at her cleavage before he realizes that she's actually talking and he should say something that isn't about boobs. ]

Huh?

[ Nailed it. ]

b

[lovemguns]

[ What...even... Butch stops, eyebrows raised. What. Even.

He carefully steps around the pieces, and crouches by the side of all the pieces. He blows cigarette smoke up in the air through the corner of his mouth before he talks. ]

What're ya pickin' with, kiddo?

[ambitchous]

[ As seems to be his style, Jongbae doesn’t look away from what he’s doing to answer, talking just as much to the skeleton of what he’s dismantling as he is to Butch himself. ]

My Cerevice. I wanna see what it's made of to be able to fold like it does and still function.

[ He does look up however, and gives Butch an incredibly flat, annoyed look. ]

Seriously… I'm not a kid.

[ But the whine doesn't help his case. ]