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exsiliumlogs2013-09-02 02:27 am
precludes) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-09-02 02:27 am
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[closed] we assure you our intentions are entirely honorable
Date & Time: This weekend! Morning-ish? Before the Dan starts setting up to recruit baby members, at any rate.
Location: On the streets of this fine city! Locations to possibly change?
Characters: Oriko Mikuni (precludes) and Shuuya Kano (user name=duplicitoussight>)
Summary: Oriko doesn't have time for this trolling business. Kano didn't get the memo.
Warnings: Rudeness and sniping.
In the wake of seeing what this month will bring her, Oriko is in a state of agitation and constantly, constantly revising her plans.
She intends on using the busyness to her advantage, relying on the anonymity that comes with a teeming city. Today, this consisted of leaving the (empty, to her benefit) apartment early, forgoing her usual red umbrella for something more subdued. She's wearing the shades of the city. It would make her look meek and unassuming if not for the purpose with which she walks through town.
Just hanging up her communicator as she leaves the Hold, she's not having any particular trouble weaving through the crowds, dodging loose rubble in the street and ducking under awnings to avoid the rain where possible.
It's in trying to reconcile her thoughts with the information of an upcoming roadblock that causes her, in great frustration, to end up helping someone else (and she would never turn down an Exile - to do so would be counterintuitive) clean up a spilled grocery bag.
There are cans rolling away further than she can reach, and, already pressed for time, Oirko lets out a frustrated sigh, a good grief under her breath.
"Excuse me?" she asks she nearest passerby. "Could I make a brief imposition? Before you end up kicking them, would you please pick those up?"
Location: On the streets of this fine city! Locations to possibly change?
Characters: Oriko Mikuni (
precludes) and Shuuya Kano (user name=duplicitoussight>)Summary: Oriko doesn't have time for this trolling business. Kano didn't get the memo.
Warnings: Rudeness and sniping.
In the wake of seeing what this month will bring her, Oriko is in a state of agitation and constantly, constantly revising her plans.
She intends on using the busyness to her advantage, relying on the anonymity that comes with a teeming city. Today, this consisted of leaving the (empty, to her benefit) apartment early, forgoing her usual red umbrella for something more subdued. She's wearing the shades of the city. It would make her look meek and unassuming if not for the purpose with which she walks through town.
Just hanging up her communicator as she leaves the Hold, she's not having any particular trouble weaving through the crowds, dodging loose rubble in the street and ducking under awnings to avoid the rain where possible.
It's in trying to reconcile her thoughts with the information of an upcoming roadblock that causes her, in great frustration, to end up helping someone else (and she would never turn down an Exile - to do so would be counterintuitive) clean up a spilled grocery bag.
There are cans rolling away further than she can reach, and, already pressed for time, Oirko lets out a frustrated sigh, a good grief under her breath.
"Excuse me?" she asks she nearest passerby. "Could I make a brief imposition? Before you end up kicking them, would you please pick those up?"
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"I suppose I've had the opportunity to take on several responsibilities." The opportunity, she's sure to say, because that's what it's all built up to, every horrible thing and those not so horrible. "I suppose I've grown used to it, especially in a place like this."