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Post by Leonidas Sinclair on Nov 14, 2019 18:36:15 GMT -4
The raven-haired young Vampire had decided that he would go walking for a bit in Shibuya, Tokyo to see if he could find anything particularly of interest to him. However, his main reason for such a rare visit to the city on the weekend was because he had started to hear strange rumors of some "kids" living on the streets. As he became clausterphobically cramped in the speeding tube that was the subway, Leo narrowed his eyes in self-reflection; he could have just as easily been living on the streets, just barely surviving on the blood of rats or worse... The very least he could do was reach out to the less fortunate of the city, just saving one from such a hellish existence or barely surviving would be enough for him for now, until he could find a better way. Leo inhaled and closed his eyes while he rubbed the back of his neck with his right hand just before the electronic bell sounded, and the doors opened for the crowd, including Leo, to file out of the subway car.
He was dressed from the neck down in black winterwear, including black snow boots that were almost combat boots, boot length black leather pants with black tights underneath to keep his extremities warm, black leather gloves, and a heavy black leather coat with a black fur collar. Leo then walked up the steps to the main part of the station before he then walked out of the station and into the Shibuya shopping area with all the different shops, restaurants, and a movie theater. If there was going to be a commotion of any kind, it certainly would be here. Before he knew it, his feet had taken him to the very center of this shopping street and he stood there, accompanied by is innermost thoughts as he slowly took in his surroundings; for whatever it was worth.
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Post by Bishop Atkinson on Nov 14, 2019 22:46:32 GMT -4
throw out the map, don't look back  “Yeah, I’ll meet you once I can get my hands on something to eat. Arcade, right? Shouldn’t take too long. Save some games for me.” Bishop said, waving off his brother as he ran off. He took a moment to just pause, looking around the busy subway station. Being alone was...strange. It wasn’t a bad feeling, it wasn’t as if his usual company wasn’t going to be back, but it had been awhile since Bishop had been without the constant company of his older brother. It felt...freeing in some ways, deeply uncomfortable in others. Shrugging off those feelings, he dug through his pocket for a moment. His fist came back with a handful of yen, which promptly went to buying a subway locker and throwing his backpack into it. No need to carry all of his possessions at once, after all. He shouldn’t be here long enough to hit the locker time limit anyway, it hadn’t failed him yet. And he could always snag a few extra yen to pay for a new locker if he had to stay longer, especially somewhere as busy as here. All these people around, bunched up...he was never the pickpocket of the two, but even he could manage it in those conditions. Once he was sure the locker was closed properly and that he had things he needed out of it, the boy set off.
In torn worn-down jeans, scuffed and dirty boots, a faded t-shirt, and a black denim jacket covered in patches, he wasn’t the most fashionable in the first place.He looked like a punk. But with the combo of his messy hair and bagged eyes only accentuated by his paleness, he more accurately looked like what he was: a rough-living teenager. Without his brother around, he popped in an earbud into his good ear, and turned up the music. He was glad he’d managed to snag his music before he’d had to run from Chicago. Now to just hunt for some food...or at least some food money. Surely there had to be some big shots or at least people with money around in Shibuya of all places. Or at least a busy store or restaurant he could snag something from. He needed something substantial, this life of 24/7 store food and sugar was getting to him.
He made his way towards the shopping center and found himself thoroughly not disappointed in what he found. The sights, the smells...he could probably just walk into any given restaurant and snag someone’s order. Bishop admittedly didn’t do the best with blending in, he never had. Dressed in ratty worn down The problem was that he...still didn’t know how to read Japanese. Or speak it for that matter, so he couldn’t even ask what these places were. Well, variety was the spice of life. He made his way into the nearest busy looking restaurant. He realized too late that he’d chosen badly. Almost immediately, he found himself pushed back out by those dressed much nicer than him. “Oh come on, how was I supposed to know you had to pay to get in?!” he yells out, left back on the street. “...Damn...snobby-ass...” he starts, trailing off before just flipping off the building and letting out a short sigh before he started looking again, shoving his earbud back into his ear. WORDS: 556 - TAGS: - NOTES: Stranger in a strange land. |
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Post by Leonidas Sinclair on Nov 15, 2019 1:13:31 GMT -4
Leo really hadn't seen much out of the ordinary with the large crowd, so he had decided it would probably be best to just head into one of the diners here at Shibuya's Central Station. At the very least, they had good steak prepared with a black pepper seasoning, and fortunately for Leo's "sensitive" stomach, without any garlic. If he was being honest, the thought of a tender medium-rare steak was causing him to salivate a lot, but not as much as he did around the anticipation of consuming a ration of blood; which was also why he had his stainless steel flask with him, just in case he needed it for one reason or another.
However, things would soon become very interesting to say the least. Leo found himself stopping in his tracks when he took notice of the boy 4 meters in-front of him shouting in English with an American accent at the person that threw him out. It wasn't the language or the explicative vocabulary that got to him, but his appearance. Leo felt his anxiety set in like the feeling of his heart dropping as he started to shake with wide eyes as he saw Bishop, who, despite being noticeably taller than him and with a lot more muscle underneath his tattered clothing, looked just like him. Sure, he had gray eyes, but he could have easily passed as an older biological sibling. Leo could have ended up just as easily in this near look-alike's position, had he not been taken into the orphanage system when he did. The vampire clenched his jaw and inhaled hard as he felt himself just nearly slip into his transformation from the emotional distress, but he shakily exhaled with a cold sweat on his brow and his heart steadied once more.
Leo took a stiff step forward and nearly tripped before he steadied himself, and he slowly and awkwardly strode back into a walking pace until he was walking fast enough to catch up with him. "H-Hey... Wait..." Leo said hoarsely in English with his thick Creole accent as he realized his throat had suddenly become dry from his panic attack from just a moment ago, but it was clear that he wouldn't be heard well enough with the earbud in the boy's ear. "Just wait... Please, let me take you out to the diner." Leo begged after he lightly grabbed Bishop by the left shoulder to finally get his attention when he was close enough. Yeah, it wasn't the best move and he was trying hard not to make a scene, but his emotions were getting him involved and he could feel his eyes start to water slightly against his wishes not to cry and make a spectacle of himself.
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Post by Bishop Atkinson on Nov 16, 2019 1:11:16 GMT -4
throw out the map, don't look back Damn snobs. Sure, he was the one who had made the wrong choice and didn’t know how to read Japanese, and sure, he had been planning on stealing from them, but he damn well wasn’t going to admit fault in this. It was their fault for being snobs and not even letting him in the door. He shoved his hands in the pockets of his jacket, letting out another short huff. He needed food, he could feel that irritability starting to rise up. The music wasn’t helping as much as it should. The black dog was demanding it’s share, so to say, a feeling he’d learned to recognize when it started to rear its head. It’d led to enough blow-ups with his brother. It didn’t help that being kicked out of places always left him in a bad mood, nor did the fact that he was cold. He needed to snag some extra layers to wear at some point, just a jacket and a t-shirt wasn’t enough. They just had to get here as it started getting cold, didn’t they? He turned up the music a bit louder, effectively shutting himself off from the surrounding area for a moment. One of the few upsides that had come from his blown hearing, it was easy to shut things out. Downside was that if someone were to try to call out to him, he wouldn’t hear it. And he didn’t, just continuing to walk with someone following after him.
So, when a hand suddenly fell onto his shoulder with no warning, he responded in perhaps not the most welcoming way. His body whipped towards the touch, teeth already slightly bared as his earbud falls out to lay across his neck. A good time to notice that the boy was rocking some larger than normal canine teeth. “You already kicked me out, I didn’t touch anything, what do you w-” he starts to snap, but then he realized it wasn’t one of the well-dressed guys from the restaurant. “Oh.” he said, stopping the tirade he’d prepared. “...What’s up, kid? You really shouldn't go around grabbing people, you never know who it'll be. I thought the Japanese were supposed to be all standoffish'n'shit.” he asked, shrugging that hand off. Set up the wall, don’t look weak. Even if he’d caught you in a moment of emotional weakness. Not that a kid like this could possibly pose a threat, but had to set it up early. ...Or at least he looked like a kid. Was definitely considerably smaller. The vampire might notice the punk’s body language soften slightly. He also might notice the subtle tilt of the head that came at his request. “...I’m pretty sure I don’t know you. I don’t, right? And you decide to just grab me on the street...and offer me food. That’s pretty weird. Do I look like I need handouts?” he asked, giving a short playful smirk. He knew damn well he did, but he wanted to see if the kid would say it. Sure, not his best foot forward, but trusting people because they offered food had already bitten him before.
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Post by Leonidas Sinclair on Nov 16, 2019 23:16:23 GMT -4
Leo was taken aback with wide eyes when Bishop bared his canines and his at him in a tirade. Part of him supposed that the boy probably had an animal Quirk of some kind, maybe canine. You’re wrong, not everyone is like that. I’m not… I couldn’t…” Leo said as he tried to reason with Bishop, and he let his hand fall at his side when it was shrugged off. Leo then frowned and bit his lower lip in defeat, and wondered if he should have just left things be. No. He couldn’t think about such things as if he was a victim, he had to be more heroic than that. "No, we haven't met. I'm Leonidas Sinclair." He said after he realized he was absentmindedly clenching his fists out of anxiety, and loosened them once more at his sides. Leo then felt himself blush lightly from Bishop's playful smirk, and his anxiety was quickly replaced with embarrassment as he became flustered. "I-it's not like that! I j-just wanted to help ya out y'know? I just…don't like seeing others suffer like I did, with the hunger…" Leo said with embarrassment as he shoved his hands in his coat pockets and tried to look away from this dog boy that was clearly teasing him playfully. He wasn't used to that at all and he had now idea how he should actually deal with it. There was not use hiding it from Bishop any longer, he had to be completely honest to him now and get it over with.
The Vampire took a deep inhale and exhale before meeting Bishop's eyes again, after he had calmed himself down. "The truth is…that when I first saw you, after you had your outburst after being kicked out of that restaurant, it was literally like looking at a version of myself if I had to just barely survive off of stealing and feeding off of rats…or worse… It shook me up bad…really bad, and I just didn't want to see you suffer like that in-front of me. So, I'm sorry I reacted like I did; I was being too emotional and careless…" Leo confessed and apologized as he hung his head, coming to face the fact that he was being too selfish with his selfless intentions and his emotions caused him to react illogically. He wasn't expecting forgiveness of any kind, but at least Bishop wouldn't be mislead further. It was at this moment that his own stomach started to growl and his face turned a bright shade of scarlet because he knew that Bishop would hear it as well, and he quietly whined at the thought of embarrassing himself even further.
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Post by Bishop Atkinson on Nov 18, 2019 17:35:49 GMT -4
throw out the map, don't look back Bishop listened to the boy flounder for a moment. Man, this was almost too easy. He was just trying to put him on uneven footing, but he’d apparently managed to completely sweep the leg, so to say. The stumbling over words, the clenched fists, the emotional responses to about everything he’d said...it would almost be funny if it weren’t so sad to watch. It’d been awhile since he’d come across a bleeding heart. It didn’t help that the boy reminded him of his brother at his worst, and in that moment of ‘I just wanted to help out’, he couldn’t help remembering times from Chicago. He and Wes sharing their ill-gotten goods with friends, sharing the wealth. After a brief moment, he decided to not be a total monster. At least not yet. ...He also couldn’t deny that a meal sounded pretty freakin’ great, but he had to figure the kid out first.
“Leonidas Sinclair, huh? Yeah, definitely not Japanese. Guessed from that voice, but no way a Japanese family’d name someone Leonidas.” he says, another smirk being directed towards the boy. “Sounds like a video game character or something. Where are you from, then?” he asks. “Anyway, Bishop. Good to see someone who actually gives a shit about some street rat instead of just ignoring him or kicking him out.” he said, looking at the boy briefly, as well as their surroundings. No real signs of hostility, no one suspiciously lurking near them...he was usually the one trying to pull distraction scams, he had a general idea of what to look for. But alas, this kid really did seem to be alone and approaching a random person he didn’t know to offer them food. He allowed himself to relax a bit as he listened, hands dropping into his pockets in a loose mirror, albeit more casually. It was cold out, and he didn’t have gloves. Once the gut-pouring started though, his posture straightened back up and his body language tightened, and his response was pretty immediate.
“Woah, kid, calm it down. I didn’t ask for your life story.” he says with a brief bark of a laugh. “Damn right you were being careless and emotional. For all you know, I could just be some violent drifter that was about to rob the place. Like I said, never know who you’re gonna grab when you go grabbing random people.” he says, giving a playful grin that was perhaps a bit too toothy. It fell shortly after. “Also, rats aren’t so bad. I mean, they’re disgusting, and if you don’t wash them first it’s like licking a sewer grate, but I’ve had worse.” he added with a shrug. “Harden up, kid. Being a bleeding heart’ll get you killed with the wrong people.” he finished. Was it forgiveness? No, but he at least didn’t seem all that offended.
But then he heard that stomach grumble. Oh yeah, there was food on the line here. This was dumb, he shouldn’t even be considering accepting the offer. He got kicked out of one place, but with all the places in the shopping center, he could definitely find another place to snag food from. And it wouldn’t require all of this...talking. He hadn’t been around someone this eager to share their feelings in awhile, and they were usually trying to scam him or get something from him. That said, getting something himself would require scouting and actual work, while he had a free meal ticket standing in front of him. The ‘but you could get food now’ aspect was too strong for him to deny in his current state of mind. The black dog demands it's share, and unlike Bishop with his pride, it didn't care where that share came from. “Look, if it’ll get you to stop, you can get me something at the diner. I’m real god-damn hungry.” he said, then pausing. Wait, Wes. He would be pissed if Bishop didn’t get him something, especially when that was the entire reason he’d gone out scouting today. “You’re gonna have to buy a second meal to-go though. Got another mouth to feed, and if he smells food on me and I don’t have anything, he’ll get all sulky.” he said. “...And if I see you tryin’ anything, I’m out. And I don’t forget faces. Deal?” he asked, holding out a hand.
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Post by Crimson on Jan 26, 2020 22:10:04 GMT -4
Leonidas Sinclair You currently have 202 EXP, and you gained 12 EXP for this thread! Bishop Atkinson You currently have 100 EXP, and you gained 18 EXP for this thread!
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