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compyuutah2013-10-08 09:57 pm
broroona) wrote in compyuutah2013-10-08 09:57 pm
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standing in the middle of roads upon arrival is becoming tradition
[Funny, how your life can change in an instant. Baroona had already experienced it enough. Twice recently–both arrivals to the City. But after a year he had assumed he was stuck there. A permanent fixture in a futuristic city he had only just started to get used to.
He was wrong.
From laying in the park to sitting up in a dirtied alleyway, the change was instantaneous. A quick look around guarantees that he's alone, allows for a moment of panic. Check to make sure everything is still here: knives, cigarettes, lighter, clothes... translator? Baroona stares down at it curiously, it's presence oddly comforting in his hand. He keeps it there and stands, listening and looking.
It looks like the City. There's a thick crowd at the end of the alleyway and brightly colored balloons passing by overhead. He recognizes it from the City. A parade? Maybe. It's certainly noisy enough.
This isn't going to be fun.
With a sigh, he presses forward anyway, slipping through and around people, taking himself to the front. People glare as he pushes past but get distracted before there's any issues. A float passes by. Baroona regards it plainly. Definitely a parade. What a pain.
Looking past the floats and balloons, Baroona studies the buildings, looks for something familiar. But familiarity is hard to spot when everything looked foreign in the first place. It's hard to tell. A quirk of a frown pulls at his lips as he moves towards another tactic. He fits the translator into his ear, and pushes it on.
At first, all goes well. The strange language being spoken around him gets translated. Yeah, I'm– and then cut off. Static fills his ears instead, loud and merciless. Baroona bows forward, clutching his ear with a wince. The people around him notice and give him space but he can't tell. The static changes to feedback-a high-pitched scream drilling into his head. He winces again and stumbles forward, into the parade and in front of the float. Still, Baroona doesn't notice. Not until the translator is out of his ear and thrown on the ground does he even look up, shoulders slumping.
The people on the float look down at him, shocked. The parade comes to a temporary halt. Security closes in on him from all sides and people shout foreign words from the sidelines. But all Baroona can hear is his own breath as he looks over the float as a thought occurs to him.
He has no idea where he is.]
He was wrong.
From laying in the park to sitting up in a dirtied alleyway, the change was instantaneous. A quick look around guarantees that he's alone, allows for a moment of panic. Check to make sure everything is still here: knives, cigarettes, lighter, clothes... translator? Baroona stares down at it curiously, it's presence oddly comforting in his hand. He keeps it there and stands, listening and looking.
It looks like the City. There's a thick crowd at the end of the alleyway and brightly colored balloons passing by overhead. He recognizes it from the City. A parade? Maybe. It's certainly noisy enough.
This isn't going to be fun.
With a sigh, he presses forward anyway, slipping through and around people, taking himself to the front. People glare as he pushes past but get distracted before there's any issues. A float passes by. Baroona regards it plainly. Definitely a parade. What a pain.
Looking past the floats and balloons, Baroona studies the buildings, looks for something familiar. But familiarity is hard to spot when everything looked foreign in the first place. It's hard to tell. A quirk of a frown pulls at his lips as he moves towards another tactic. He fits the translator into his ear, and pushes it on.
At first, all goes well. The strange language being spoken around him gets translated. Yeah, I'm– and then cut off. Static fills his ears instead, loud and merciless. Baroona bows forward, clutching his ear with a wince. The people around him notice and give him space but he can't tell. The static changes to feedback-a high-pitched scream drilling into his head. He winces again and stumbles forward, into the parade and in front of the float. Still, Baroona doesn't notice. Not until the translator is out of his ear and thrown on the ground does he even look up, shoulders slumping.
The people on the float look down at him, shocked. The parade comes to a temporary halt. Security closes in on him from all sides and people shout foreign words from the sidelines. But all Baroona can hear is his own breath as he looks over the float as a thought occurs to him.
He has no idea where he is.]
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[With a glare, he wobbles a bit on his step as demonstration. He has every reason to remain clutching for dear life on this death trap, excuse you.
Still, the torture ends soon enough as the steps rise and flatten out. Baroona gingerly steps off, visibly relaxing at the solidity of the ground.]
You never told me your world hated stairs.
[And cigarettes. And everything else he enjoys. Can you tell he's cranky?]
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Oh, and nevermind Kuroko's teleporting...that was sometimes terrifying even for Mikoto. Meanwhile, she casts him an exasperated look. Keep your fanny pack on, mister.] Besides, this is no different from the City! Everything there was automatic, too---
[As they pass by a bookstore, however, Mikoto's eyes suddenly widen, and she sharply turns her head.]
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What is it?
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[Mikoto turns around distractedly, her eyes alight with something that appears to be glee and her face slightly flushed pink.
Oh. He...wasn't aware of that, was he...Mikoto's eyes briefly flick back toward the sign on the bookstore's front window advertising Gekota stationery, her equally odd smile turning crooked.
Yeah...no. Too embarrassing. He'd never let her live that down. It was bad enough Bart had found out about her infatuation with froggy merchandise (while he hadn't made fun of her, he certainly wouldn't stop asking questions. Baroona? He'd make fun of her. And probably ask questions.). So, she rather hastily walks onward, shrugging as nonchalantly as she can muster (but that pen...!).]
Ah, it's nothing. Let's...let's go get that new wig first!
[Sure, Mikoto.
Suuuuure.]
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[He shoots her an odd look before looking over her shoulder.]
You were looking at something over there.
[What is it. Baroona can see it but not exactly what it is. Curiosity (and a small desire for revenge) takes over. He pushes past Mikoto to go look.]
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[Mikoto's eye twitches. GODDAMN does he have friggin' ultra vision?! She swiftly moves next to him, looking toward the bookstore again, but taking care not to look at the Gekota advertisement---but for a fleeting moment, her eyes stray toward at it, and there's a weird look of longing on her face---instead, she just looks in its general direction, trying to lend the impression that she did see something, but not what he would think she's looking at.
If that even makes sense.
(It probably doesn't.)]
---I was just thinking about a comic I wanted to get!
[YEAH. THAT'S IT. Perfect. Mikoto throws her arms behind her back as she turns away from the storefront once more.]
But, I figured, you know...I could get it later. By myself.
[Which she is rather quick to add, mind.]
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That doesn't make sense. We're here now.
[Walking back towards the store, he–finally–notices something. The frog thing. Hadn't he seen that on her when they first met? Or maybe another time. Baroona pauses, stopping in his tracks and looking back, jabbing a finger out at the display.]
Is it that?
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[Mikoto lets out a strangled squeak the moment she follows his finger and realizes he's...well...he's right on target.
In other words: busted. Nevermind that he seems to have the memory of an elephant when it comes to her. Defiantly curling her fist around her cell phone in a last-ditch effort to salvage her dignity (as her Gekota strap is present and accounted for, speaking of which), her lips curl into a rather frightful combination of smarmy smirk and embarrassed snarl, while turning a slight pink.
Dammit, he's discovered her number-one weakness. She scoffs, crossing her arms and smirk-snarling off to the side.]
And what if it is? You think it's weird or something? Well, I have one word for you---whatever.
[Actually no it does matter
But cool guys don't look at explosions ok.]
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Baroona blinks back at her.] It's cute.
[And, with that settles. Moves back to the merchandise, picking up one of them quizzically.] What is this supposed to be?
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...Well actually it outright slaughtered Mikoto's pride. She hangs her head, fighting the darkening blush on her face.]
It's...a frog. Gekota.
[But she looks up again and---crap, her hands are just itching to hold that one pen, oh---
WHAT MORE HAS SHE GOT TO LOSE.....moving awfully quickly, Mikoto goes over to the little kiosk and picks up said pen, poking the little Gekota figurine adorning the end of it, squinting her eyes, but her lips are resisting a grin.]
I, uh, collect his stuff. [She closes her eyes, forcing herself to appear prim and nonchalant.] On occasion.
[Mikoto pls.]