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Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2020 15:33:24 GMT -4
It was a fine and quiet evening; the air was warm, but not too warm, which is why he rode in the car with the window down. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath of the Tokyo air. It was his first night back, and it was just as beautiful as he remembered.
"A pleasure to be back home, Master Downer?"
Lawrence looked to his side, at an older man who was driving the car for him. He smirked softly, looking back out the window, watching the lights pass him by. "Of course it is, Akira. Three years has been way too long, and you already know where we're going." The old man, a longtime friend and butler, chuckled softly. "I knew before we got off the plane," his butler said, and Lawrence smirked again, looking back out the window, closing his eyes and letting the city air wash over his face.
When they finally got to the restaurant, he opened the door himself; be it excitement or not wanting to put more work on Akira, he didn't bother to wait and stepped out himself. His heart was pounding in glee, even if outwardly, all he had was a casual smirk. Still, though, he grinned as the smell of hibachi grills hit his nose, looking around at the surprisingly crowded restaurant for the time of day. Wasting no time, he ordered himself a table and sat in the booth, sitting his feet on his seat and pulling his knees to his chest.
He had a few moments before a server came, so what else to do except look around? The crowd was pretty normal, for the most part; there was a guy with fire for hair... but nothing out of the ordinary... barring a woman with six arms. That's a rare sight... huh....
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28 Years
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"Army of One"
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Post by Caitlyn Manji on Jun 14, 2020 15:40:57 GMT -4
CAITLYN, ARMY OF ONE ■ 309 WORDS ■ "Send help." ■
She sat in her seat, holding the fork in her hand as the end of the pong rested on the tablecloth. It was far too fancy for her taste, but with the baby sitter, a strange thing to call him, taking care of her young one, she deserved it. Right? She deserved a night out to herself. A night to enjoy herself as a normal person. She was a mom and-
"oh my god are you.. . are you Army of One?"
She looked up at the waitress, only to look around the room nervously. What did she expect? She was pretty unique in her own sense. Why would she think she would have a normal day to herself? She was a professional hero, a title that sounded crazy in itself. "Uhm yeah. Haha... can I get the dinner entr-"
"Omg omg omg, can I get a picture? like the two of us?"
"uhm, I haven't eaten like all day can we do it after you put in my orde-..."
The woman took out her phone and leaned in taking a photo with the woman. Caitlyn lazily put up her hands a smiled giving up a few peace signs. The flash of the phone as the girl looked at the photo. "haha yeah... so can I get-"
"I gotta tell the others!" The woman turned to walk away briskly to tell her coworkers. Caitlyn herself, set her head on the table as she tried to endure it. She just couldn't catch a break. Even on her day off, she had to fight for what she believed in, this time, being a steak. Even with the suggestion from her boss, she really did prefer a night of microwaved ramen and a night in her office. . . surrounded by the dead.
At least they didn't ask so many questions. Such was the life of a medical examiner.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2020 18:24:07 GMT -4
Lawrence stared at the spider-morph woman as she seemingly had an awkward time with one of the workers, and yet, something about her was familiar. It was the name, mostly, he would certainly remember meeting someone like her; but the name was definitely familiar... but where? Well, she was apparently popular, so he did the smart thing and took out his phone, a quick image search gave him quite the interesting piece of information; she was one of those pro heroes that he had heard about.
...Well. Wasn't this an interesting development... but what to do about it? He had heard some details about this pro hero system, and looked into it himself. Apparently they were 'vigilantes' that were officially pardoned by the government and more or less became agents of the police force and of the government... which wasn't a bad idea, one that actually made him interested, though he had business to attend to before anything like that could be put on his plate.
"Psst."
Lawrence whispered over to her, only a few tables away, leaning in his seat a little bit to get a better angle at her. "Hey," he said, smirking faintly as he twirled some hair around his fingers. "Do you need a little help? Get the attention off of you a little bit? A little company can make stuff like getting food a lot easier when you're popular like you seem to be."
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58 Posts
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28 Years
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"Army of One"
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Post by Caitlyn Manji on Jun 15, 2020 12:31:38 GMT -4
CAITLYN, ARMY OF ONE ■ 321 WORDS ■ "Plz get me food." ■
Maybe she really shouldn't have closed her agency. Should have left someone in charge when she went back home, then at least when she returned, she could make them run her errands and fetch her food. It was like being a celebrity. Well, she was. But the way the movies made it seem, and the media, she should have been on top of her game. The discounts, the free food just for being there for newsworthy status. It wasn't that she didn't want to pay, but it would be nice to get a present. But in her life, it seemed to work against her. It was like she was a mascot, and less of a person. Everything became more and more difficult. Taking her child to school was even more complicated, she really didn't want to be seen, for her kid's sake. It was one hell of a standard to live up to. But to miss out on being there, because of her job, even if she tried to do the little things, well, that was life. And she hated it. She hated all of it.
She could hear the voice, and while she focused on it, she didn't look up until his last words. She looked up, her eyes a bit teary before she grabbed her purse and bag, and walked over to the table. Even with a fan, it would be easier to make them order for her. She didn't care anymore. She just wanted food. She would sit down, bowing first Towards the one the invited her.
"Thanks." she would say, "I've been waiting for like, half an hour now..." She would say, sinking her head to rest in her hands, all six of them propping up her head. "I'm uh... You can call me Army of One."
She extended a hand to greet him, hoping that he wasn't one to shy away from human contact. He wasn't a germaphobe, was he?
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Post by DrTentacles on Jul 5, 2020 22:39:57 GMT -4
Caitlyn: +6xp
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