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Post by Bashira Doji on Nov 23, 2018 17:11:00 GMT -4
The alleys of Tokyo, now known as a hotbed of villain and counter-villain vigilante activity, nonetheless serve a purpose: many businesses, reputable or otherwise, still tend to depend on foot-traffic coming through these same alleys. One such, Tokyo's own Bowl N' Bones, sees traffic from devoted regulars, who appreciate the laid back, uncrowded atmosphere, while not questioning the relative lack of amenities and sanitation. The six lanes are all the company it provides and some unremarkable nachos are the only meal. The decor is even worse, as though the owner couldn't think past the company's name and logo, a skull with crossed bowling pens behind it, when it came to filling up his walls. On a darker note, it also makes a very nice out-of-eye spot for villains (or vigilantes hunting those villains) to discuss next steps of their schemes without being peeked in on by heroes, who have better things to do than scope out a bowling alley.
For all the reasons one might visit such an establishment, Bashira's was the most obvious: to bowl.
"That pick-up looks like them messed-up chompers a'yours," a particularly irritating alley-dweller whose name escaped Bashira, warned her unhelpfully. The pins he was referring to: pins at 4 and 10, standing split to taunt the bowler. The teeth he was referring to: Bashira's lower back left and right, which poked up from her red lips even when she clenched her teeth, giving her a beast-like expression even at her sunniest.
Right now was not her sunniest. Rarely did the game of bowling make Bashira think- it was more of an instinct thing for her, and a great way to unwind- but the 4-10 split was as thoughtful a setup as they came. When Bashira had to think, she adopted a certain expression: her glowing yellow eyes squinted like she had a headache, her thick brow tensed, and her jaw worked back and forth. "Nggggh..." she grunted in obvious frustration. The man was lucky bowling had the ogre's focus, or else he might find himself next to be thrown at the pins after that taunt.
Today, Bashira wore her bowling uniform: a red, sleeveless shirt with one black stripe, just clean enough to bowl in civilized company, with black slacks, her one pair that didn't have tears like some wild animal had slashed at her knees. Her long bowling shoes looked ridiculous on her already large feet, though her feet were nothing compared to her hands. The bowling balls looked almost smaller than regulation-sized, cradled in her tremendous palms. The holes in the ball were of no consequence to her... her hand cupped the entire circumference. Today, she felt off her game...
"I feel like somebody's watchin' me... And not just in the usual way," she thought to herself. As she stepped forward, amazingly graceful in her movements, for the one task with which she afforded any etiquette at all, she gently released the ball and send it curving towards the pin in position 4. Ideally, the body would be struck at an angle, sending it down the side to hit the other pin. The thud of the ball against the lane was comfortingly familiar to her, as was its arc. Her face brightened in expectation for a moment, with her jaw hanging open. She stuck one over-sized finger in and hooked her lower teeth, waiting for the smash of two pins.
Instead, she got the smash of one pin; the ball hit its target, but the pin did not cooperate. Bowling was her greatest time of zen; she could never hate the game of bowling... but today was testing her. She ran her hands through messy tangles of silver hair and growled at the man next to her until he ran off, finally seeming concerned about his own safety, having prodded an ogre to this point. It would take a brave soul to speak to Bashira in the stormy mood she was in, but standing out as she did, one might also want to know the whole scoop of what an ogre was doing in such a place, wearing squeaky bowling shoes and bemoaning the loss of the score she had failed to salvage.
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Post by Hanako Hajimari on Nov 25, 2018 15:27:28 GMT -4
 at most I'm sleeping all these demons away This bowling alley had so many gossip and rumours at her work and in general that she decided to come. She hated how she had picked her silver high heels because they felt gross and dirty, sticking to the floor near the bar and she felt horrible as she sat in her black business suit, the pencil skirt and white blouse almost completely hidden by her black blazer. She leaned with her elbow on the bar and stared at the people bowling or well people was a bit too much. The reason why she came here was that her white cellphone for Lady Scandal got a lot of questions about who this person was and if it was even a person, which she found another ridiculous question but one she could change none the less, it seemed more like a fantasy creature than a human being but that still did not change the fact that the person should be a person and that they lived in a world of quirks, which meant this might be a transformation or a mutation quirk. Hanako stared at the being with a red skin, strange, she never has seen such an obvious mutation but than her question immediately was: what did it do? What kind of powers did this being get from it? It seemed that this being, it must be an ogre or something, only she read about it in fairy tales but it felt very much that this ogre knew what she wanted to do, it was a she right? What was the problem, the bowling did not go good enough? Was that the gossip she was looking for, a great bowling prodigy? How she growled at the person next to her, Hanako jumped off the chair and instead of walking away just got closer, "Anything to drink dear? I think you should try again, I bet you have more talent and I would wish to see that if you feel like it." She said casually, taking the seat behind the row, very curious. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Bashira Doji on Nov 26, 2018 1:40:13 GMT -4
Still sore from her previous failure, Bashira scanned around the dark bowling alley with her well-lit eyes. She spotted another lady watching her intently, which made her arch an eyebrow and tense up her jaw, so that one tooth of her underbite seemed to peek out above the other. Like many girls, this observer was a very different t type of girl than Bashira herself, but this one especially so... with her blond hair and glamorous body, it was safe to say that the alley-rats all over the bowling alley were watching her for a different reason.
To Bashira's surprise, the girl spoke to her. She started to ask why she would be offered her a drink, then got distracted by the request to see more bowling. "Well... yeah! I'm gonna try again. I-it's not a perfect game, but I've still got a good game started!" she insisted, defending her current score: one strike, one nine. "Watch me salvage the crap outta this one!" She paused for a moment, rubbing her chin. "And I'll take an ice cream float with uuuh cherry soda and cherry ice cream."
Evidently not feeling self-conscious about her strange request, Bashira grabbed up a ball, feeling new pressure to perform. Something about the stranger made it seem like she wasn't just watching the ogre for the sake of examining her bowling game. Bashira wasn't imaginative enough to begin guessing the correct reason, however. "Oh crap... maybe she's some kinda pro bowler and she's scouting me? Or wants a game?" she thought to herself, watching her vexed face in the reflective surface of the bowling ball she'd just grabbed up. It didn't occur to her that nobody typically came to a bowling alley in high heels with the intent to bowl.
Fixing her form, Bashira performed a rudimantary throw, at least as far as she was concerned. That meant the ball had a lot of mustard on it, which in turn meant it was flying down the alley with extra zip, dead-on for the front pin. A satisfying smash sent pins flying further than they ought to with even a spot-on strike, so that two landed in the alley to the right. "Ah ha!" she cheered, turning around and shooting her oversized fists triumphantly into the air. "See that?!" Her shirt untucked slightly from her slacks as she jumped up and down on her toes childishly for a moment.
Remembering herself, she re-adopted her original frown and began stuffing her shirt back into the hem of her pants. "So if you're writin' some great bowler profile for a fancy magazine, my name is Bashira, with an 'I'," she grunted, as though the I was the only hard part of that name. "Who the heck are you? Gals like you never come through this place."
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Post by Hanako Hajimari on Nov 29, 2018 17:26:38 GMT -4
at most I'm sleeping all these demons away Contrast was a wonderful thing, she had no eyes for other things, she did scan the room before she went to sit down, she could not bump into people who knew her here without having anything to blackmail them with. No one, had to know why she was here because if they did, which was another thing she had to be careful about, was that she was writing it under an anonymous name, no one should know that she was Lady Scandal, no she was just the girl from the column and this was definitely not an alley that she liked. It was way too gross, but you had to do something if people demanded it, the white little cellphone, tucked away now in her bag had been buzzing and asking, people making fun of a female that she did not know how that one looked, pictures were too dark to see and now Hanako understood, because what she saw was not what she expected. Her skin colour was not normal, her hair was strange and the lower bottom teeth that were visible made it strange as well. The beauty did not mind in the slightest, it only made it more fashionable to write this article, but how and what would it say. How to get that clearly visible picture without being offensive or the use of the flashlight. So politeness was the start of her conversation. She was interested, this might be the prodigy, it would explain a few things why people were interested in bowling. She beckoned the bartender of this shabby place to get to them, probably not the idea but it was easy by being stared at, nothing she did not notice. Poor for them, this girl had a boyfriend. She repeated exactly what the bowling queen had said: "ice cream float with cherry soda and cherry ice cream." Interesting choice of flavour, and a strange pick if someone offered you a drink, "Martini for me." she added and he left them. She went to sit on the bench directly near the ball returning spot. She looked at it shortly, to see if she could guess the weight of the ball, was it depending on colour, did it say anything about it, she should look at it a bit later. She actually never went bowling, maybe she should ask G. Would it be fun? For a kluntz? She pushed the glasses a bit better on her nose and watched the woman, followed the ball and clapped shortly when she noticed the strike. Interesting, power, raw power, she wasn't sure if it was normal that the pins landed on the other lane, she doubted it considering how it was made. She could ask the bartender later. "Very impressive," She said with an amusing smile to look at the childish enthusiasm, her eyes scanning the being up and down. Even though a bowling game to her seemed simple, this person definitely wasn't now that she asked who the heck she was, nice play of words and indeed, gals like her would never want to be here in the first place. But she had someone on save dial in case she needed so. G would protect her no matter what. "Oh, you are right, my name is Hanako. I am here because my boss sent me to investigate on the bowling alley, do you come here often?" Save start, she could always explain bits later, if she felt like it. She turned to look at the bar and the barman seemed to be just ready with their order and in doubt, if he would bring it, she ushered him again to come, prepping the little table that was there, two glasses could stand on it fine. She really needed a drink when looking around this place. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Bashira Doji on Dec 2, 2018 1:40:33 GMT -4
Bashira's yellow eyes shined I'm a dumb stare as Hanako ordered her an ice cream float and added one of the more expensive drinks for herself on top of that. "Rich and blond! Dang. She's pretty fearless if she's in here with all these mooks," the vigilante reaffirmed silently. "I haven't had ice cream in like... a year or something! I'm in her debt now. Nobody better try anything..." she finished her internal monologue, side-eyeing the shadier figures in the place and smiling a crooked smirk. The dual benefits of getting free sweets and the good feeling obtained by promising to protect someone, even if not out loud, had her in high spirits.
The lady ogre felt herself becoming a little pink at the praise from Hanako, and reset her frown, trying to come up with a cool expression and settling for a dumb one. "Yeah, well, it's a regular game for me," she reiterated, watching the ball return herself in hope that her own ball would roll out soon so she could continue her game and derail the slightly embarrassing line of conversation.
Hanako took the moment to introduce herself and explain the purpose of her visit. For her part, Bashira nodded, scratching at one of her giant forearms idly. She thought of pointing out that Hanako's name sounded like a traditional Japanese one despite the girl's blond hair and blue eyes, which gave her a foreign appearance... but that would be a little pot-meet-kettle, given her own unusual appearance. "Ha, did'ja piss your boss off or something? Ain't nothing to see in this place! Well, uh, unless you count my game. Which, hopefully, is gonna make a full recovery," she smiled slightly. On her wide mouth, it was a pretty awkward expression.
Bashira hadn't had an audience for one of her games in a while that seemed interested in anything beyond making fun of her or other even more annoying behavior, so she felt a certain expectation to perform. "Uuuh... sure you don't wanna play some? I got a lotta points for free games. We can get you some bowling shoes... Just my opinion, but I don't think you really know a bowlin' place till ya bowl it!" the vigilante offered. "Uh, but there's my ball, so I'm keepin' going for now. You think about it."
Grabbing back up her ball, the ogress focused on the pins with new determination. While she was bowling, her attention seemed wholly occupied. It would likely be a pretty good chance to snap a photo without her seeing it.
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Post by Hanako Hajimari on Dec 9, 2018 11:15:28 GMT -4
at most I'm sleeping all these demons away Hanako had no idea what Bashira was thinking, at that point, it did not matter to her much anyway. She brushed the long blonde hair over her shoulder would just sit and wait for the rest of the conversation. At this point, she wasn't sure if she would be able to write an interesting article about this place or the bowling prodigy but it was funny to be here and who knew what she could get out of it later if she would build up something right now. Whoever made the saying keep your friends close and your enemies closer, clearly was not a reporter. "A regular game?" The columnist asked, tilting her head a little to the right and looking at the woman, what did she mean with that? Was it true that this person was the one she got a few rumours about, interesting, she wondered if it was only because of how she looked or if it really had to do with the bowling as well, Hana did not deny that the woman was impressive but her usual people who texted her were mostly blinded for that kind of information. She gave a short chuckle considering what Bashira said. The blonde nodded shortly and made a small smirk on her face, her eyes scanning the rest of the facility, "I think your game is the most interesting one for sure." So she would see what the woman would do and she liked her suggestion, the clumsy woman was sure that she would be bad at bowling but if Bashira would explain to her the things she knew, it would only be more interesting. Maybe, she could switch to bowling shoes but the stack over there looked disgusting. She said nothing, it would have been no use either because she expected the woman to be occupied with thoughts, stance and the idea of the game. She grabbed her phone quickly to snap a picture. She had a few bad ones, but those had been really made by amateurs. The sound of her phone was out, so no one would hear. She dropped the phone back in her bag as soon as she was sure she snapped a good one. It was interesting to see this game and it would be good to talk. She turned to look at the bar now that the ice cream float was brought as well as her martini, drinking during business hours, people should know. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Bashira Doji on Dec 10, 2018 20:27:30 GMT -4
Bashira looked up from her ball for a moment and pursed her lips, to what extent they would pursue. "Y-Yeah! A regular game, you know... like uh... they aren't all perfect, but sometimes, I've got a turkey by now! Shame I already screwed up one on the second ball... if I hadn't..." she grumbled, tapering off as she realized it didn't really matter how good or bad Hanako perceived her to be at bowling. Part of her was worried that if she didn't perform up to a certain point, the other girl would get bored and leave, which would be both awkward and bad for her chances of getting free ice cream.
As she was busy refocusing, her thoughts went to other matters. "How long has it been since I talked to another girl?" she pondered, reflecting that with the exception of another hero she had encountered recently and the toothless old ladies she tended to associate with in the alleys, the seedy back streets were largely filled with men. Even she herself shared more in common with the rough types she had to take down than she did with someone neat like Hanako, she mused. All of that only added to the oddity of the situation in her mind.
"She said my game was interesting though..." Bashira reminded herself, smiling again as she took words of praise at their absolute face value. "Alright, get a loada this!"
"Uh, excuse me!" a voice came from nearby, throwing off her concentration and sending the ball into a gutter. Bashira was so angry she cut her lip biting down, as she snarled around her teeth and turned to the skinny man bowling the lane next to her. "Your pins are in my lane... siiir?" he finished, not sure which gender to guess.
That only infuriated Bashira further, as she looked down her own alley. Sure enough, the back two were missing; they had never been replaced and were still laying in the opposite alley. Bashira started to snap back, before looking first to Hanako, then the guy's kid, who was probably about 10 years younger than she was. Sticking out her lower lip, she grunted an undecipherable wor of acknowledgment, then began to walk down the lanes to retrieve the two pins.
Bashira would likely be busy at that for a minute (one might question it she should be doing it at all or should have gotten an official). In the mean time, the shady looking fellow from earlier meandered back up, wearing a tacky Hawaiian-flowered shirt and overly reflective sunglasses... along with what looked a bit like a hairpiece in the shape of slick black hair, even though he was a little young for hair loss. "Hola!" he greeted her, although he seemed no more authentically Hawaiian than his shirt. "How'd you get tied up with Pinhead over there? On second thought, what's a girl like you doing here at all?" he asked in a skeezier echo of Bashira's earlier question. "You from America? No speak Japanese?" he questioned further, grinning like he was hoping the answer was yes. From his line of questioning, it was apparent he hadn't been listening in for long, just watching. "You wanna know about our big red bowling alley mascot, don't change? Seen you watchin' her! I can tell you a thing or two!"
He looked both ways, arching his eyebrows in sequence, and yet somehow still denying her the chancet to talk. "Word is, she's one'a them vigilantes! I seen a poster up with her ugly mug just this mornin'! There's ya story! I been watchin' her, too. She lights up in the dark and she's so stupid all she does is bowl all day, day in and day out! Makes pennies and then bowls it away!" At this point, the man paused with an ear-to-ear grin, waiting for Hanako to join him in a chuckle.
In the distance, Bashira was laying flat against the alley divider, sticking her tongue up one side of her cheek as she dug around inside behind the dark beneath the pin setter for one of her pins that had rolled away. Her forearm was so large that it barely fit inside.
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Post by Hanako Hajimari on Dec 17, 2018 3:50:58 GMT -4
at most I'm sleeping all these demons away Hanako leaned on the back of the seat now with her elbow and put her cheek in her right hand. "Ah so you are a prodigy considering bowling, are you here often?" She did not mean to distract Bashira for too long but it was funny to see how she spoke and there were a lot of questions that made her wonder, she had to be careful though, she did not mean to offend and apparently not everyone knew that questions were just for curiosity. Of course for Hanako, it was also a source of income, to answer her dear readers. At this point however she thought she reached a step too high with some articles and it was difficult to be able to take a step back without getting a wave of bad comments on her information. Maybe she would just use it on her daily blog. Her daily blog could use a pep talk about things, she could get inspiration from a certain someone-else his blog to describe new interesting things. "Do you like to bowl on your own or competition?" She asked because it seemed like Bashira was daydreaming, maybe musing about how to throw the ball in the best loop. She did not get much chance to answer as someone annoying wanted to butt in. Where Hanako had spoken softly to not distract Bashira in case she meant to send the ball rolling, this one was kinda loud and thus indeed did what Hanako meant to avoid, throw the ball in the gutter. Hanako crossed her arms in front of her chest as well as switching the leg on which the other one supported to cross them too. Ticking down with her heel almost to the ground, showing her annoyance with the new intruder. Hello, she was here... first. Okay, no need, there was something about bowling lanes and her blue eyes went to the other lane and noticed. How childish, and how childish to guess a gender, even if it might be difficult, there was a good guess possible too. She waited patiently, her eyes following Bashira, far more interesting than this dude, who even hurt the heritage of her boyfriend with his stupid Hawaiian shirt. He asked her if she was American and her eyes snapped back, there was no need to stand up, her small body wasn't impressive to stand up for and even if she wore heels, it would not be higher than twelve centimetres and this guy was above 1.72. "If you ask a hundred per cent Japanese woman if she is American, please don't be so offensive. You are the one wearing a Hawaiian shirt, should I ask you? It looks really stupid by the way, in this place especially. And apart from that why continue in Japanese anyway? And I don't have to get shady answers from you, I can ask her politely myself. If you know she is a woman, and I do say you do with what you tell me now, why call her sir? You know what I hate? Indifferent people like you. Now hop along to your own lane. I have company to really enjoy." Where Bashira might be blunt, it was in a cute and shy way, this guy emitted selfishness and pride that made her want to puke. She only liked that in one person and that was G because she knows he wasn't that proud or selfish. Unfortunately or actually, fortunately, for Hana it took a while before she was able to give her small speech, giving her answers about a vigilante. As much as she wanted to stare at Bashira, she did not, she told herself to pretend to not care and deliver that speech anyway. She made an ushering wave with her hand to get this person away. This guy might be even one of her cronies, she actually wanted to try, "If you are so interested in gossip, you better text the Queen of gossip about it. I bet Lady Scandal is interested, not me." But she doubted he read a magazine like that, or maybe, she would get a text on her beautiful white cellphone in a few minutes without this guy even knowing. She would watch him, sternly, wondering if she should call for the official to help Bashira and to get this croony away. The guy from the bar was watching her, she was sure of that, as he had been doing before. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Bashira Doji on Dec 20, 2018 1:47:25 GMT -4
Bashira eagerly answered the few questions, hoping to save face after her bowling mishaps, especially as the question of whether or not she really was a prodigious bowler became increasingly worth asking. "Yeah, I'm here all the time, cause it's close to home... well, not home, but what I call home, anyway," she spoke quickly, eyeing the next alley over. "As for how I bowl... usually on my own. I dunno. I guess I could compete but nobody really wants to." Something about that answer left Bashira herself feeling unsatisfied, though she couldn't put her finger on what. It could be that she really would appreciate a bowling companion, even though she hadn't thought about it much before. She pondered that as she went to retrieve her pins.
The first interloper briefly tested the patience of both Bashira and Hanako, before a second, even less welcome stranger, decided to intrude. Perhaps unsurprisingly, the man in the glasses didn't appreciate the critique of his opening line, nor of his choice in shirts. "Alright, alright! Geez, some dames like to look American! I thought that's what you were goin' for," he complained, leveling his hands in a gesture of creating peace. "So you got a soft spot for freaks, ain't nothin' wrong with that! But let's call a spade a spade and let's not let it ruin a friendship, alriiight?" The 'friendship' he was speaking of had been cancelled before it ever began, however, and he was forced to realize that pretty quickly. "Yeah? Okay! Maybe she wants to hear about it!" he asked, skulking off with his thin hands stuffed into over-sized pants pockets. One could bet he wasn't well read enough to know any columnists or journalists, gossipers or otherwise, from the blank expression he'd given in response to that retort.
Down the lane, Bashira had finished retrieving her pins and had set them up by hand in her own alley again, forgetting that the machine was capable of doing that itself. A look of momentary alarm shot across her face as she realized Hanako was being heckled while she was away, a fact made more upsetting when she recalled she'd just sworn to herself she was going to keep the barflies off of Hanako in exchange for the free ice cream. The vigilante ran back up front, then stopped, her lower teeth poking her upper lip as a stupid frown spread across her face. "Crap... Do I offer to beat that guy up? She might get pissed," Bashira wondered to herself. "Nah, she handled it herself. I guess it's all okay..."
"O-Oh hey! The stuff's ready! I'll bring it over," the ogress laughed awkwardly, deciding that this would be a good enough change of topic while Hanako cooled down from whatever rudeness the flowered-shirt guy had just forced on her. As soon as she reached the counter, however, she realized she'd made a mistake. "Uh..." she grunted, looking down at her own bowl of ice-cream, which she could carry easily enough. Next to it was a martini in a dainty glass, narrow-necked and wide at the top. She knew that it was virtually impossible for her to pick up this glass without smashing it in the vice of her overly powerful pinch. "Buddy do you have, like... a tray?"
Thankfully, that was easy enough to arrange, and Bashira was soon on her way back. The tray was a little large for just an ice cream bowl and a martini, making her look a little silly, but she was just happy she'd managed to figure out a way to deliver. "Martini, huh? That's a mature lady drink," Bashira grunted, meaning it as a compliment, with an awkward smile that just curved up the corner of one side of her mouth. "I can't get into stuff like that... I mean, for me, it's gotta be somethin' sugary or sweet. You think that's funny? A lot of people look at me kinda weird when I say that, but if it tastes good, eat it, right? Or drink it," she murmured, holding her spoon comically in the pinch of two fingers and carefully scooping up ice-cream. As it disappeared between her fangs, she gave a shiver of delight. "Son of a bitch! That's the stuff~"
Bashira rested her chin on one palm with a happy smile, while watching the kid in the opposite lane play, now that she'd cleared his lane back up. "So whaddya do for a livin'?" she asked idly, looking at the martini again as she attempted to carefully angle her spoon, so as to scoop up ice cream rather than smashing the bowl and bending the utensil at an odd angle. "Ya said yer boss sent you here to scope out the place, does that mean yer a writer or somethin'? Oh or like... a detective?" she asked, rubbing her chin thoughtfully. She hoped that second one wasn't the case; she didn't need detectives nosing around her vigilante affairs, but she didn't want to have to duck Hanako. "Oh, are you like uh... a real estate person who wants to build somethin' over this place?!" For some reason, the thought of eating with a "real estate person" was interesting to her, perhaps in the same way the earlier "mature lady drink" had: because she was unused to anything that adult, working women tended to do, and was now using Hanako as the poster child for all of that class.
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Post by Hanako Hajimari on Dec 21, 2018 15:54:11 GMT -4
at most I'm sleeping all these demons away Hanako was curious, what was making bowling so great for Bashira? The sweaty stinky shoes in bowling alleys were already horrible if the facility was a good one but this one was a bit shady, things that she would find out not much later. But at this point, she wanted to know why Bashira came here and well if she rather played competition. What was not home but could be called home? Was she okay? Hanako wondered, not actually wanted to butt in about business that wasn't hers or that she could not change. So she should not ask, she should shut up and focus on the issue at hand. Not that it was an issue but the bowling question. And the question if her looks came from a quirk, she wanted to know, not even for the article but for her own fun but how to ask politely. Nobody really wanted to? Before Hanako could ask someone interrupted them and she would hopefully remember the question in a bit. "Just because I wear a skirt and a blouse, doesn't make me American. And just because I dye my hair blonde, like many other Japanese, doesn't immediately have to have you guess, no one asked you for that, thank you very much." She stared at him, with the deadly ice cold eyes that she could make. Shaking up her arms a bit to show that she had crossed her arms in front of her chest. What friendship, what kind of idiot was this, even Bashira had been a better conversation holder. She clenched her fist while keeping her arms crossed. "I bet, you can text her. Google and you will find her number." Hanako simply answered because this was going ridiculous. She turned her eyes away from the guy as she heard Bashira speak. Which immediately grabbed her attention. There was a little table near the benches for the bowling alley that Bashira used and she looked at the tray and laughed a bit. "Mature?" It made it sound very funny. She smiled at her, "It took me a while too." But with this, she knew the flavour, she would know when someone used something in it, strangely enough. "I don't think that's funny, that's just taste. It looks very nice the ice cream cone." She looked at it, nicely arranged. She smiled, happy to see that Bashira was happy about the ice cream, funny maybe it was but not in a comically way but just honest. Funny. What a strange word that was. "I don't want to offend you or ask questions that might hurt you," She decided to say now that the girl seemed content, "But this look, is that your quirk?" And what did it do? As she sipped from her drink and just looked at the other lane now that they left her alone and let Bashira eat the ice cream, she mused on what she heard. A vigilante. It was difficult to put an age on the girl's head but Hanako was curious. How did it all work? She got out of her thoughts when Bashira asked her about what she did for a living. "I am a writer indeed. I write columns for a magazine in Tokyo." She never had one with her but she doubt that maybe Bashira was interested. "We heard about someone being great at bowling and here we are." She smiled with that idea. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Bashira Doji on Dec 28, 2018 2:05:20 GMT -4
Bashira turned her eyes up from her ice cream and gave Hanako yet another funny look, pausing with one of her sharp teeth clattering against her spoon. "My quirk? Yeah, and it don't turn off, neither," Bashira shrugged, sounding more bemused than bitter about it. "It's kinda all over the place, huh? Most people just get like... the horns, or the eyes, or the skin, or the hands. I get the whole bundle," she chuckled. "I actually met another person who got a quirk a lot like mine, but she looks just like anybody else, 'cept with one horn! That's probably an easier way to be," the ogre sighed, resting her cheek on her fist as she kept eating.
"Anyway, the only useful stuff is the light that shoots out of these horns on my head and, you know, the arm strength... but callin' that useful is kinda wrong. Like, if I ever get trapped under a car or something I'll be happy for it, but until then, it mostly just makes it really hard to drink out of cans and bottles," she grumbled, staring at Hanako's martini again as though picturing what woukd happen if she were to try handling it. "Anyway, you get used to it. Not like there's anything to do about it."
Hanako's story made her raise her eyebrows again. "Yer a writer and yer here to report on my bowling?!" she exclaimed, nearly spitting her ice cream across the table. It turned out she wasn't too far off with her original talent scout hypothesis wasn't too far off... not a chance to go pro-bowler, but a chance to advertise or... whatever it was that professional bowlers did to start getting paid. Bashira wasn't sure quite how it worked. "Aw crap! And I'm havin' the worst game of my life today!"
She scooped a brain-freezing quantity of ice-cream soda into her mouth and sloshed it back and forth while trying to think up how she ought to sweet-talk Hanako into writing up a nice piece that would get her on some fancy bowling team. In the end, her motivation melted along with the ice cream in her mouth... after all, she bowled to relax, not make money. Another thought ended up on her mind instead. "Say, do you have a quirk? I was thinkin', uh... there's some rough guys in here. That guy over there who was muggin' about is all talk, but some of 'em are the types to try somethin'. Do you have some kinda super strength or anything if somebody comes after ya?" she asked, taking a quick glance around.
"Course, anybody tries anything and i'll give 'em a pop in the kisser," she reassured Hanako, patting one of her great forearms with a smirk. The wording seemed to call something else to mind. "I don't have that problem, though. The mutation tends to scare 'em off," she shrugged... although, more than anything, it was probably her negligence of personal hygiene that did it.
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Post by Hanako Hajimari on Jan 11, 2019 16:50:33 GMT -4
at most I'm sleeping all these demons away So it was a mutation quirk. Interesting again. Now Hanako did not have her own quirk but she had a love for learning and knowing other people's quirk. Not for the magazine but for her own love of it. She mused about it and wondered how to continue asking. She was glad to hear that Bashira could laugh about it. Maybe she had changed in the last couple of months because normally she would not be relieved by that, she would just not care at all. She would want to destroy any happy thoughts by finding a good scoop or gossip to post. 'Cept with one horn.. could that be Mia? She did not want to press any further, mutation quirks had extra abilities, right? However, the good thing was that Bashira knew her audience already and Hanako did not have to ask what her mutation actually made her do and she smiled while taking another sip of her martini, in bright daylight. Originally a bit late for a drink... "There is a lot of discussions lately about quirkers and quirkless, you might be surprised how many people could be jealous of your quirk even if you are not able to handle small glasses." She had her seen looking at the martini glass. Hanako laughed when Bashira said that it was the worst game of her life. "Why not start again after your ice cream and show me the best game of your life." Albeit she knew you could not just channel that in a way but who knew it was pure motivation. It was almost disappointing that Bashira seemed to expect a lot out of it but it was merely just a small blog. She was then again surprised by the question of her safety. She never was asked if she had a quirk or not, people made the assumption. "I do, perhaps not that impressive." She lied but at this point, the discussion of quirkers or quirkless made it a dangerous game that she was already playing and she could not afford to lose now. "Or I call my boyfriend on speed-dial one. He can be here in a second." Which was a lie but this time as a joke but she might now be able to step over to the idea of a vigilante? She smiled as Bashira reassured her that she did not have to worry. It might be easier sometimes to be a girl with a mutation quirk that was an impressive sight. "I heard you are a vigilante. That sounds like dangerous work, don't worry I will not write about it in my paper. But be sure that you keep it a secret. The police here is not happy about vigilantes and it's actually prohibited. What if a guy like that would snitch to the police?" Of course, there was more ruling than just snitching, they had to see it and such but still, risks, it was a difficult job and she had saved that issue once for G, after making it. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Bashira Doji on Jan 22, 2019 2:48:42 GMT -4
"Jealous 'a this?" Bashira asked, screwing her eyes up and tapping one giant finger against one long forehead-mounted horn. Rather than getting sarcastic, she let her mouth droop, seeming contemplative. "Huh. I can't really figure out why, but if you say so..." she murmured, chewing on her cold spoon. Thankfully, her jaw wasn't one of her body parts with super-strength, so the spoon was not destroyed.
As a matter of fact, the longer the conversation went on, the more Bashira found herself nodding and contemplating. It wasn't a bad change of pace for her. "Yeah, you'll see it. I'm gonna get my second wind," Bashira responded with a slight grin, though she wondered if her unlucky streak was ever going to end. As soon as Hanako revealed she knew about Bashira's profession, though, the conversation assumed an element of danger. The ogre shot up to her feet for a moment and exclaimed, "the crap?!" She was about the only person who thought that secret was still a secret... and judging by her exaggerated reaction, she probably had a hard time keeping secrets in general.
"Oh, sheesh, I didn't know you knew," Bashira murmured, sitting back down and hunching her broad shoulders. "Don't worry about it... I'll be a little more careful," she promised. That promise would be broken in the very near future, when a hero named Christopher set an open arrest warrant against her, but for now, she felt good about it.
She was wondering now if she ought to escape rather than finishing her game... after all, Hanako might not mean ill against her, but there could be snitches in the bowling alley. Then again... Hanako probably wouldn't have asked her to keep bowling if there was any danger. In a short period of time, Hanako had become the most trusted person in Bashira's life, and all it had cost her was the price of an ice cream float.
As she got back up and refocused on her game, she decided to shoot for some more small talk. "Boyfriend, huh?" she murmured; the words felt foreign coming out of her mouth. How long had it been since she had worried about something like that...? Probably back when she was around 14 years old in boarding school, she realized. "Course, you got one," she nodded. "Phone, huh? Course, you got one..."
Bashira was no pro at small talk. She was, however, an ace bowler when she wasn't being antagonized. The next one went where she wanted it to; it struck gold, knocking over every pin. She gave another giant fist pump, then spun around with her slick bowling shoes. The success had given her the confidence to dig into a more personal subject. "So uh... you think there are people out there that'd like this mutation? But I know I gotta uh... doll up, like you," she gestured, raising one large palm. "What would you do, huh? Some like... make-up, or some color I should wear? Do they make make-up for red people? Oh, and do they make really cheap make-up?" she asked, while holding her hand in front of thr ball return, waiting for hers to roll out.
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Post by Hanako Hajimari on Jan 23, 2019 12:15:33 GMT -4
at most I'm sleeping all these demons away Well maybe not many were jealous of the idea of this mutation in general but Hanako was sure there were people out there that would absolutely not mind compared to being, youknow, quirkless. Hanako herself would rather have a quirk, not this one though but that did not matter, the Blonde simply wanted to give Bashira something to think about. She did not exactly get why it meant something to herself, but the reporter found it a funny conversation anyway. "You know, people at the moment might prefer whatever quirk compared to being quirkless anyway. Not all of them of course." Else there would be no fights like that. Hanako did smile happily when Basira seemed to be happier about the idea of trying again and showing a better game. Hanako did mention softly, almost a whisper but loud enough that she knew about her vigilante job, she ushered Bashira to sit down again when she jumped up. "That man over there just told me." She said and nodded to the guy with the Hawaiian shirt that had spoken to her before. "I know a few vigilantes and they are very careful about their looks and actions, I understand it is difficult to hide thanks to your quirk but try it indeed." She had no idea why she was worried but it was something that Sunhawk and G pointed out before and thus she better inform someone who did not seem to be careful enough. Now that the most important discussion was over, she might talk to G about Bashira later, she got very curious about how it might work and if the girl needed some protection, where did she stay, she had a vague answer before. Hanako wondered if this bowling alley was some sort of cheap hotel for their home-guests. She smiled when she thought about G, which added to the conversation when Bashira mentioned the word boyfriend. Even after such a short amount of time the blonde still wasn't used to saying it out loud. She tilted her head a little to the left when the quirker continued to say: course you got one. "It helps with my work, the phone that is. as for my boyfriend, we have been childhood friends since we were five." Which was basically a lie, he left when she was six but they did go on their fake adventures when they were old enough to go alone. She got distracted from the conversation when there was a strike and she clapped, this was going well in that case. She raised an eyebrow when Bashira muttered something and said doll up, which made her giggle shortly. "I don't think you have to. I use make-up because I like it. There are many different brands and so also cheaper ones that work very well. I would mostly focus on clothing, but that's also something I like." except for pants. "Just wear things that make your red skin not too different in contrast I would say." Which made it possible still with a lot of colours. It felt very girly to talk about this but did Bashira really want to learn that? MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Bashira Doji on Jan 25, 2019 19:57:39 GMT -4
Bashira still wasn't quite sure what to make of Hanako's discrete, political statement that it may be safer to be with a quirk right now than without. Having a small social circle and no television set made the vigilante woefully ignorant of current events. She finally settled on interpreting the viewpoint as being that quirks helped one protect oneself in the dangerous parts of Tokyo, which was true, but likely more general than Hanako intended.
She was not surprised to hear that she had been sold out by the jerk in the flowery shirt, but she did little more to punish him than scowl in his direction. "Yeah that guy's... Whaddya wanna call him...? A card-carrying jackass," she grumbled, gritting her teeth in an unhealthy way. "Damn near impossible to hide this quirk. Unless I stopped doin' my... uh... 'work,'" she mused, rubbing her jaw thoughtfully. "Then I guess nobody'd really care."
After freshening up her score card with another nice set of ten pins, she returned to the surprisingly delicate conversation topic she had broached upon earlier. "Dang! I don't remember what the heck I was even doing when I was five and you'd already met your guy. Maybe I should have been on the lookout more," she chuckled dryly, though the wide, straight-set line if her mouth didn't look too amused. She narrowed her eyes at the make-up advice: namely, that she didn't need it. "You sure? I get mistaken for a dude a lot. But then... I can't really imagine wearin' that stuff anyway. No offense," she muttered. "Finding stuff that matches yellow eyes and red skin is probably a bitch and a half, too..."
The topic of clothing was more Bashira's speed. She loved to indulge but rarely had the money to invest, and besides that, her taste was... questionable. "I dunno how much guys like it, but I like to think I dress kinda, whaddya call it... 'rebel without a cause!' Like rock stuff, and tank tops, you know? I look like a badass when I really go at it," she sniffed proudly, thumbing at her nose and smiling. This seemed especially silly when paired with her current outfit: a pastel colored bowling shirt, black, straight slacks, and bowling shoes. Noticing that, she looked down, then crossed her arms and poked one fang up above her lip in a sulky frown. "Well, normally, I look cooler..." she grumbled.
Scratching the back of her head, Bashira lowered her heavy brow. "Now, I think I look awesome, but what do you think? How should I dress if I want, uh, guys to notice?" she asked, then realized she wouldn't really know what to do with a guy if she had one. "Nah, forget that! Forget guys, I just want people to forget I live on the streets for a while. Do ya think I could, I dunno, class myself up like you? Like, wearin" high heels and all that stuff?" The suggestion was more ridiculous than she realized, partially because she was already about seven feet tall... high heels wouldn't be doing her any favors in terms of making people forget she was a giant ogress. "Uh, just talk loud, I'm gonna chuck another ball!"
The vigilante barely watched her game as she bowled, finding herself much more interested in Hanako's advice. Regardless of that, her movements were instinctive; another strike came so easily it was almost a little annoying to watch. "Hey, I still owe ya one! You want me to teach ya how to get a strike?" she offered, forgetting that her ability to bowl would be basically non transferable to anyone who had to hold a ball the regular way instead of cupped in one hand. "Might come in handy some time, ya know?"
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