Post by Machi Kusakawa on Jun 21, 2019 2:54:27 GMT -4
 | YOU SAID YOU WANTED REVOLUTION, MAN AND I SAY THAT YOU'RE FULL OF SHIT |
In a somewhat uncommon occasion, Machi found herself with some genuine free time.
Not that she had the slightest idea how to be productive with it.
Thanks to her efforts earlier in the week; she was stocked on funds for essentials for a while. 'Essentials' meaning, really, just food and occasionally shelter. The old geezers in the park 'shelter' didn't exactly charge her rent, so the only times she had to pay for a place to lay her head was when she indulged herself by staying the night at a 24-hour internet cafe. At the moment, she had enough change stored away to keep herself alive for the next short while and get herself a few nights with an actual room, so Machi was feeling more than content enough to do something with her day that didn't involve casing or picking up cans.
Not to see she wouldn't take any opportunities to make it fruitful, of course. If she had her chance to make get something for next to nothing, she'd take it.
Other than whatever impulse swept over her, Machi had jack all when it came to ideas for how to keep herself entertained. So fell back on what little she had that could keep a teenage girl busy and content for a whole day. Music, and just doing absolutely nothing. Chilling out and letting herself just fucking survive without worry for a hot second. Now, there was more to her plans than just that, of course.
The best place to do nothing, of course, was over at Kuroashi Junior High.
An abandoned school on the outskirts of Tokyo, one of many 'haikyo', abandoned ruins, in the country. Old laws meant ownership of the school was unclear and uncontested, demand for the land rights rather low. No one quite knew what had happened there, or so Machi had heard. What was more likely, was that people had obscured the events that left the school in ruins, in favor of a more interesting and mysterious story. Well, even then, the story depended on who told it. Usually involved some Quirker kid blowing up, or something equally fearmongering. Machi didn't really care too much about the true story; no one really did. It was mysterious, rundown, and free for the taking by the city's youth. That's all that really mattered to them.
The various ruins made for pretty decent improvised skating routes, for those that were into that. Machi couldn't afford such a thing at the moment, so she just preferred to bring along what few possessions she had to spend the day just loitering about. That meant her shitty old phone, which she'd managed to hold onto since... Well, since she'd started living like this. Aside from that, she had her usual 'necessary items' stowed away in her pockets. Machi would have brought her own headphones too, but at Kuroashi, she didn't feel the need to keep her music to herself. They'd appreciate what she played. If they didn't, they could fuck off.
That was Machi's general attitude toward the other teens there, really.
Once she approached the abandoned schoolgrounds, she could already hear the rolling of skateboard wheels, the boisterous youths, and a loud clattering as someone probably stacked it. Was always a bit amusing to her, in a morbid kind of way, watching the people who weren't as good on a skateboard as they thought they were. Dressed in her usual gothic attire, choker collar and all, Machi would draw some eyes as she walked into space were most of the loitering teens where, the girl throwing up a peace sign in greeting. Only, the other way around.
Machi was interested in chilling out more than anything, basking in the assured survival that let her have this day off. As the other teens continued to grind and hang, Machi found her own little spot near the edge of some of the ruins. What looked to be the remains of a desk lying inconspicuously outside the front of the school. Nearby, quite a few were grinding on the rails. As Machi took a seat on the worn down desk, she wondered why the hell there wasn't any decent music yet.
Pulling out her phone, she made an attempt to fix that.
BROKEN GENERATION - LAUGHIN' NOSE
Laughin' Nose was classic, who the fuck wouldn't love them? Was essentially the thought process that went through Machi's head. The music would blare as she sat back, her overlong her sway within her head as she rocked it lightly to the punk-rock beat. It wasn't heavy, but it had an infectious rhythm, and the lyrics were pretty goddamn suitable for the misfits who ended up here, loitering or grinding in the remnants of a school whose past wasn't even known.
It was poetry or some shit.
More importantly, it was the perfect setting for Machi to just... Let it ease off. Even if it was a bit boring, that would surely change in some short time.
Not that she had the slightest idea how to be productive with it.
Thanks to her efforts earlier in the week; she was stocked on funds for essentials for a while. 'Essentials' meaning, really, just food and occasionally shelter. The old geezers in the park 'shelter' didn't exactly charge her rent, so the only times she had to pay for a place to lay her head was when she indulged herself by staying the night at a 24-hour internet cafe. At the moment, she had enough change stored away to keep herself alive for the next short while and get herself a few nights with an actual room, so Machi was feeling more than content enough to do something with her day that didn't involve casing or picking up cans.
Not to see she wouldn't take any opportunities to make it fruitful, of course. If she had her chance to make get something for next to nothing, she'd take it.
Other than whatever impulse swept over her, Machi had jack all when it came to ideas for how to keep herself entertained. So fell back on what little she had that could keep a teenage girl busy and content for a whole day. Music, and just doing absolutely nothing. Chilling out and letting herself just fucking survive without worry for a hot second. Now, there was more to her plans than just that, of course.
The best place to do nothing, of course, was over at Kuroashi Junior High.
An abandoned school on the outskirts of Tokyo, one of many 'haikyo', abandoned ruins, in the country. Old laws meant ownership of the school was unclear and uncontested, demand for the land rights rather low. No one quite knew what had happened there, or so Machi had heard. What was more likely, was that people had obscured the events that left the school in ruins, in favor of a more interesting and mysterious story. Well, even then, the story depended on who told it. Usually involved some Quirker kid blowing up, or something equally fearmongering. Machi didn't really care too much about the true story; no one really did. It was mysterious, rundown, and free for the taking by the city's youth. That's all that really mattered to them.
The various ruins made for pretty decent improvised skating routes, for those that were into that. Machi couldn't afford such a thing at the moment, so she just preferred to bring along what few possessions she had to spend the day just loitering about. That meant her shitty old phone, which she'd managed to hold onto since... Well, since she'd started living like this. Aside from that, she had her usual 'necessary items' stowed away in her pockets. Machi would have brought her own headphones too, but at Kuroashi, she didn't feel the need to keep her music to herself. They'd appreciate what she played. If they didn't, they could fuck off.
That was Machi's general attitude toward the other teens there, really.
Once she approached the abandoned schoolgrounds, she could already hear the rolling of skateboard wheels, the boisterous youths, and a loud clattering as someone probably stacked it. Was always a bit amusing to her, in a morbid kind of way, watching the people who weren't as good on a skateboard as they thought they were. Dressed in her usual gothic attire, choker collar and all, Machi would draw some eyes as she walked into space were most of the loitering teens where, the girl throwing up a peace sign in greeting. Only, the other way around.
Machi was interested in chilling out more than anything, basking in the assured survival that let her have this day off. As the other teens continued to grind and hang, Machi found her own little spot near the edge of some of the ruins. What looked to be the remains of a desk lying inconspicuously outside the front of the school. Nearby, quite a few were grinding on the rails. As Machi took a seat on the worn down desk, she wondered why the hell there wasn't any decent music yet.
Pulling out her phone, she made an attempt to fix that.
BROKEN GENERATION - LAUGHIN' NOSE
Laughin' Nose was classic, who the fuck wouldn't love them? Was essentially the thought process that went through Machi's head. The music would blare as she sat back, her overlong her sway within her head as she rocked it lightly to the punk-rock beat. It wasn't heavy, but it had an infectious rhythm, and the lyrics were pretty goddamn suitable for the misfits who ended up here, loitering or grinding in the remnants of a school whose past wasn't even known.
It was poetry or some shit.
More importantly, it was the perfect setting for Machi to just... Let it ease off. Even if it was a bit boring, that would surely change in some short time.
LAIKA OF THQ
