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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2018 19:14:15 GMT -4
★ I'm never livin' life confined, I can feel you even if I'm blind 
Hand in a pocket, Ryker was an unsettling calm as she walked down the various alleys of Tokyo, taking a familiar path back home. Frequent cold winds rolled past as the moon hung in the sky lazily, flickering street lights resulting in momentary absences of light, periodically plunging the area into darkness. But none of it seemed to faze her - her gaze colder than the chilly winds that were assaulting the city on this particular night.
One ear plugged with an earbud who's cord disappeared into the pocket of her pants, she left the opposite ear free and unobstructed. She'd learned years ago to remain wary of your surroundings, less some punk-bitch got the better of you. Though, generally, she was the punk-bitch getting the better of people.
But that was the past.
Her gaze swept the alley as she continued to walk, a duffel bag slung over her shoulder. Inside were various amenities; things from her job that would have been thrown out upon closing. It wasn't unusual for the employees to grab a few odds and ends that had went unused during the day to avoid wasting them, especially if they couldn't have been stored overnight to be sold. So inside were a variety of triangle sandwiches, sealed parfaits and other things.
It wasn't so much that she needed them, as it was that it relieved the strain on her wallet. And less of a strain on her wallet meant less need for her to dip into her grandfather's retirement money. And leaving the man's money untouched was her preferred way of going about things.
Adjusting the duffel bag, tugging on the strap around her arm, her eyes narrowed when she realized her work shoes -- a simple pair of sneakers -- were probably smushing the sandwiches.
Shit.
Well, it was better than them getting crushed by her boots, which was quite possibly the strangest thing about her attire. She generally looked quite normal, with only a white dress shirt, buttoned up vest and pair of unassuming black jeans -- her work attire -- but the boots she insisted on wearing typically did throw everything off.
'Not as bad as what some assholes wear.' She mused mentally, the faintest hints of a smirk spreading across her face before her features dropped back to that neutral yet cold expression.
Luckily, she doubted she'd have anyone stopping to point at her feet and screech 'what are those?' like some retard considering she was only about a block away from her home. And once there, she'd just lay down and rest.
Working a night shift typically meant no vigilante-ing, which wasn't always a bad thing.
★ OPEN || If we took another shot, would you chase it? MADE BY NOVA |
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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2018 0:20:16 GMT -4
The alleys of Tokyo were a dangerous place to be at night, no matter if you were the strongest or the fastest, no matter the preparation; they were to be avoided if at all possible. This was commonplace knowledge to any and everyone, save for the random foolhardy, or wayward tourists. As the rhythmic tapping of Ms. Monroe's booted footfalls filled this particular alleyway, another, crisp sound reverberated through the darkness.
In the young woman's path, tucked off to her left, was it's source. A dim light provided by an old-fashioned lighter, provided a towering, inky silhouette, while illuminating the person's visage. Thin slitted, intense eyes peered out in her direction, and despite their intensity, there was no aggression within them, they almost seemed to peer through her, past her to some unknown distance. Pursed between his lips was a cigarette whose tip was reddening as it began to burn. Still, the man's eyes did not avert. As quickly as this glimpse had been given, it was stifled by a swift wrist movement, that slammed the top of the lighter down, and returned the alley to it's former abyss.
Red ember glowed in the void as a deep drag was taken from the nicotine filled stick. Raising his head to the sky, the alley dweller expelled the smoke slowly into the gusty night air. "You know, it's pretty dangerous to be out this time of night." The man's voice was deep and his identity as a foreigner was made obvious by the accent on his Japanese. "You never know who, or what you might run into out here."
Pushing himself off of the wall to more appropriately address the blanc-haired woman, a smirk pulled at the man's lips as he pulled at his cigarette.
"I think it's safe to say that what I've come across is an extraordinarily brave woman. Sais magnifique. I wonder, is it foolhardy, or are you looking for something?" Shrugging, the man feigned aloofness, before returning his dark almond eyes on the midnight angel. "Or maybe it was because you were looking for some action?"
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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2018 18:51:15 GMT -4
★ I'm never livin' life confined, I can feel you even if I'm blind What deity had she pissed off that'd cause her to have to deal with such blatant bullshit? Ryker has immediately came to a halt when she noticed the flickering light that brought slight illumination to the man that had caused it. Looking him over, she immediately wrote him off as some degenerate creep that was undoubtedly up to no good. Meeting his gaze, in contrast to the vagueness he seemed to convey, she showed only anger and annoyance. She wasn't in the mood for whatever he was up to, her lips forming a thin line as she glared at him, the grip on her duffel bag tightening instinctively.
Her body language undoubtedly conveyed that she was prepared for a fight. Her muscles were tense, her free hand had formed a fist and the look in her eyes screamed bloody murder. Despite the fact her glare never faltered, it didn't prevent her lips from spreading into a sneer as she shifted on her feet slightly.
"D'you just stand around in alleys like a creep waiting for girls to pass by to drop that shitty line, or am I just particularly unlucky?" She inquired, her tone holding both aggression and sarcasm. Ryker had several guesses as to what the guy was after, but she really wasn't interested. Holding tight to her duffel bag, she shifted it on her shoulder slightly, wanting it in a good position to not randomly fly off if and when things undoubtedly got violent. "The only thing I'm looking for is my house, so if you'd kindly step off that'd be much appreciated." Ryker quipped, one foot beginning to lightly tap against the ground. She was getting antsy -- was this just another shitty human, or was it someone with a Quirk?
"And if you don't fuck off, I'm going to show you just why it's dangerous to be out this late." Her threat was clear, and it would have undoubtedly made it quite clear that she had a Quirk of some sort. Or, maybe he would have just thought she was bullshitting.
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2018 11:27:46 GMT -4
Body language was an often overlooked aspect of communication. Indirect eye contact, slumped shoulders, a shifting of the feet; all said something, if you were versed in how to read it. The tall black figure immediately took notice of the woman's posture aa she reacted to his presence, and his words. His first assumption had been correct, this woman was no one's victim. She didn't choose to walk the alleyways because she was looking for trouble, she walked these streets knowing that if there was trouble she could handle it. He was impressed.
His thin slitted eyes flitted about her figure as she offered her venom filled rebuttal through gnashed teeth, taking in all the information and raw emotion she saw fit to exhibit. As he pulled on his cigarette, he inwardly remarked on how guarded and tensed she was, and given the nature of their meeting, he couldn't blame her. Turning his head to side slightly, he maintained eye contact as he blew out the nicotine smoke. "Mademoiselle, I assure you, I am no predator, at least not for this kind of prey." As he spoke, there was no malice, nor deeper intention. His shoulders were relaxed, free hand open and unflexed, and in tone of voice, he was nonaggressive.
In truth, he sought to be like a reed in the wind, where her energy was tense and forceful, he would be loose and flexible. "I was overcome with curiosity, and simply, I posed a question. A beautiful woman, on her way to, hmmm, or rather from work, would need considerable skills, or gifts to think these dank walkways a suitable passage."
He took two steps forward, closing the distance between them to ten meters. "Truthfully, I'm just passing the time until I too, have to move on, or I was, until you threatened me." Another step forward was taken. 9 meters. "Now, my curiosity has piqued, and that's of your doing. So my question to you now is, are you a woman who follows through, or are your words as empty as the rest of society's?"
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