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Who: Haruka Nanase (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
freed), Makoto Tachibana (cordated), and YOU!
When: IC 1/9 —1/11
Where: Nearly every district! Not limited to: CERES Food Stop, CERES Game Center, a bunch of nondescript street corners, and jail.
What: Bending the rules, breaking the rules, andcheating beating the system?! Or trying to, at least.
Rating/Warning: PG.
1. CANDY SHOP.MP3 (ceres food stop.)
2. TMW YOU CAN'T WIN HELLO KITTY FROM THE CLAW MACHINE (ceres game center.)
3. KIND OF LIKE A SLASHER FLICK EXCEPT NOT (random street corner ... seedy alleyway, perhaps ...)
4. IN THE SLAMMER (ceres government center.)
( NOTE: this is a partial joint post withfreed for part 3 + 4! it'll go: you > one of us > you unless you'd prefer no tag order or you'd like us to tag you separately. )
freed), Makoto Tachibana (cordated), and YOU!When: IC 1/9 —1/11
Where: Nearly every district! Not limited to: CERES Food Stop, CERES Game Center, a bunch of nondescript street corners, and jail.
What: Bending the rules, breaking the rules, and
Rating/Warning: PG.
1. CANDY SHOP.MP3 (ceres food stop.)
- [ upon entering the shop, a one-sided conversation ensues as the only shop attendant speaks in stifled tones to ... what seems to be himself, if his gaze wasn't stubbornly trained to a certain spot behind the counter: ]
Shhh, shhh! You need to be quiet or we'll both be in trouble.
[ but once the door opens with a protracted tinkle of a bell, he turns. eyes drawn in assiduous focus, he dolefully grins as he angles his attention to the customer venturing out to browse the wares. ]
H-Hello! Welcome to the shop. If there's anything I can do to help you out, please allow me to assist. There's a 30% discount on taffy for today only, so don't wait until the last minute to spend. We've also got a raffle going on this week! Buy any three different types of candy labeled with a gold sticker at participating stores and you'll be in the running for —
[ at this point, he's interrupted by a rather plaintive mewling (miaow, miaow) warbled from somewhere around his feet. visibly paling, makoto coughs a few times and resumes speaking. ]
A-haha, excuse me, I meant a blank check redeemable for 500 credits.
[ one hand sweeping over the display case, he makes a point to tap the sweets display case several times in quick succession. ]
Can I interest you in a free cotton candy sample?
2. TMW YOU CAN'T WIN HELLO KITTY FROM THE CLAW MACHINE (ceres game center.)
- [ or you might find makoto situated in one of the various arcades in the conglomerate sprawl of game centers, studiously trying his luck (and a substantial amount of his daily paycheck) on one of the claw machines. mouth puzzled open on a sigh, he's even got his head tilted a few degrees to the side in a futile effort to win the only cat plush in the glass chamber, only to come up with empty hands on his last try, not any closer to his goal than he was on his initial run. ]
Aaah, so close. Looks like this cash card's spent.
[ retreating from the machine, he holds out his only inadvertently-won prize (a rather squashed-looking stuffed animal of indeterminate origin) to the bystander standing in the line right behind him. ]
Oh, well. Would you like this?
[ a beat or two passes, and then: ]
You're going to play next, right? Is it okay if I watch?
3. KIND OF LIKE A SLASHER FLICK EXCEPT NOT (random street corner ... seedy alleyway, perhaps ...)
- [ so: you're in a derelict alleyway sometime in the evening. nightlife solidifies with all the risqué robot models strutting over the various walkways when you get the distinct sense you're being followed.
- — answers to rin-rin
— likes romcoms
— really pointy teeth - — tends to sparkle
— liberal use of emojis when texting/speaking/breathing
— pink
it's just an inkling of a doubt, but it's enough to take caution, all up until the point someone's hand clamps tightly on your shoulder. assuming your heart didn't stop and leave us one man down in this scenario, you are now very near to one tall and mildly anxious looking boy with green eyes and brown hair, as well as a shorter boy with black hair and blue eyes. it is the latter of these two who speaks to you.]
Excuse me. Have you seen [a flyer is held up to you with THIS FACE] or [a second flyer with THIS FACE in his other hand appears!
upon closer inspection (as if you need it to be closer than RIGHT IN YOUR face but you know…) one will notice descriptions under the pictures as follows:
RIN MATSUOKA:
KISUMI SHIGINO:
if you're quiet/silent/have been startled into death for too long, well, eventually the blue-eyed one here will simply….
…blink expectantly as if to say well?…without actually saying it at all. ]
4. IN THE SLAMMER (ceres government center.)
- [ the first day in central holding, makoto learns two valuable things about going to prison:
- a) it's actually called jail, not prison, for a short-term stay behind bars. more specifically: an overnight stay for a benign misdemeanor, or so they inform him.
b) the "one phone call" bit is a complete hoax. if anything, calls are encouraged. not that knowing that helps him in particular, but it's good to know, nonetheless.
notwithstanding the fact he couldn't ask haru to bail him out, considering they were held up in the same communal cell with at least three other people with them, makoto's absolutely terrified. over the course of two hours, he's kept his eyes peeled staring at the clock and trying to will himself to remain silent and moderately low-key. and makoto fails spectacularly, for the most part, his voice rising entire octaves as he babbles on and on to a relatively levelheaded boy sitting beside him. ]
This is so terrible. This is really, really bad. This'll be on our records forever and no one will want to hire us and we'll end up on the streets when everyone we know publicly disowns us. The streets, Haru. There's no way we can fix this.
[ when he doesn't get the validation he desperately needs (you know, something beyond placid one-word remarks), he turns to the closest onlooker, doing his absolute best not to stutter. ]
So ... um, what did they arrest you for?
( NOTE: this is a partial joint post with
freed for part 3 + 4! it'll go: you > one of us > you unless you'd prefer no tag order or you'd like us to tag you separately. )
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Hm? Oh, like this.
[ He holds up his hand, and lets some spiritual energy gather in it. It looks like light, swirling around in a ball just above his palm. ]
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beneath his blighted gaze, he gingerly shakes haru off to address hokuto. ]
Don't do that here! What if they see you? They might extend the time we have to stay here.
[ ... as if his emphatic whisper isn't giving them all away. ]
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He gives Makoto an innocent grin, which is not at all as innocent as he pretends. ]
What, I'm not trying to destroy anything this time, you know.
[ He could, but he isn't. But he lets the energy spread and fade, and shoves his hand back into a pocket. ]
What'd you kids do, then?
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[at being shaken off, haru makes no sign of caring one way or another except for a brief flicker of his gaze from makoto and then back to hokuto. it's a barely-there thing, and that can be said of his response too, yet he's being honest if nothing else. no explosions. no murder. nothing particularly worthy of being jailed in his opinion, but no one asked him -- obviously -- and so here they are. he wonders a little at the kind of facility which will put explosive-experts (???) in with property infringements. but again, no one asked him.
haru shrugs as soon as the word leaves his mouth and his gaze seems to shift beyond the bars, interest quick to divert. unlike makoto, he's not too worried about what this person can and can't do. if anything he thinks it could be useful to take an early leave of this place.....but that would ultimately land them back in some form of incarceration too.
so there goes that wishful thinking. not quite anxious so much as chafing restlessly, haru's shoulders rise and fall ever so slightly -- impression of a sigh if not the sound. he'll be glad to leave when they do.]
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[ Okay, how logical is that, to put small-time offenders with someone like him who caused property damage now and again? If this was his school, then it would be more properly dealt with. But then again, this is not Sheol, or Hokuto's work place.
But he's amused, as much as he's bemused. He runs a hand through his hair and looks back to Makoto for a moment, but since Haru seems the calmer one of the two (and not scared of him) he turns his gaze back to him instead. ]
Somewhere important?
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in haru's pockets: two flyers with the faces of friends (more or less) folded neatly and precisely.
in haru's tone: another lift of his shoulders and a glance away.] Not sure.
We didn't mean to; we were looking for someone.
[he pauses then relents to some invisible imploring,]
Two people, actually. So we didn't notice.
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[ Makes sense. He sometimes goes looking for some people from his world, after new people arrive. He never thought he was the only one, but for someone to get arrested during it. That's sort of hilarious, but also sort of ridiculous. ]
So it was an accident. That means you probably ended up somewhere they don't want people, if they're that insistent on locking you up over a mistake.
[ It's the only logical answer, really. Which of course makes him curious, and wonder just what it is that those people are hiding. They act like they're all open and welcoming, but there's always been something - a lot of somethings - fishy about this place. ]
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[not especially conducive to continued conversation, haru's words are somehow at odds with his demeanor at the moment -- his gaze returning to this person sharing the jailer's hold with them. considering the supposition at hand, he honestly thinks it makes plenty of sense. for what other reason would the disciplinary types here have to lock up two high-school boys who were essentially doing nothing but looking for their friends? it makes haru wish, just a little, that he had been paying more attention to where they were also. as things are now, he remembers only the especially useless things, though one might wonder if that too is not the doing of tellus itself.
eyes dropping from survey of the stranger's expression to the clean line of his shoulder, haru blinks.]
They didn't say how long we'll be here.
[but this he says almost to himself, even though it is certainly audible to everyone else in the cell already.]
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Then I guess that'll depend on how long they feel like sticking around.
[ But the same went for him, really. ]
Unless they leave us alone during night or something.
[ That being said, they might of course just get other guards, if they're supposed to stay locked up. ]
sjdkf, sorry for the belatedness of this tag
I don't really know either? They wouldn't make us stay for the whole night, right?
[ even if he resembles a deer caught in headlights more than a human being at this framed moment in time, he's still capable of semi-coherent speech, which is a contextual joke, considering all he's brought to the conversational table are the wasted bullet slugs of penitence, regret spoken — and acted upon — far too late. ]
I can't see them turning off the lights anytime soon, though. It seems like it'd make it easier for people to escape.
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Why not? They could if they wanted to. We're in the lock-up after all, we're supposed to not be able to do anything at all.
[ More or less, at least. ]
They have forgotten to turn off our powers, I could easily turn off the lights myself.
[ He might not be a poltergeist, since the method of becoming one is taboo, but he likes to play tricks with his spiritual energy. ]
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[ god, it's not like his fears are unfounded or something. he's seen documentaries and prison dramas, he knows how jail works. it'll be lucky if they make it to morning remotely intact. ]
... Anyways, that'd just get you in more trouble. Isn't it better just to wait patiently in the meantime?
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[ It could get much worse than a little maiming. ]
But who knows, maybe it'll get us in more trouble to just sit around and way like patient little sacrificial lambs.
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N ... No, I haven't. It'd be really bad if this was a regular occurrence or something.
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Your criminal record doesn't really matter in the end.
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