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sirenspull_logs2013-01-19 12:49 pm
mouthbreathing) wrote in sirenspull_logs2013-01-19 12:49 pm
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lazy days help me through the hopeless haze
Who: Warsman (mouthbreathing ) and YOU
When: 18th- 21st of January
Where: Around the city.
Summary: Out and about in Siren's Port with the USSR's finest.
Warnings: None, as of yet?
[Time spent in the gym hasn't been quite such a solitary experience lately. Somehow he's managed to pick up a couple of sparring partners or even students who don't seem to mind his quiet manner- not that working out is generally conducive to conversation if you're doing it correctly, but simply being able to feel someone's presence is gratifying for Warsman. He might be hesitant to call some of them 'friends' so plainly, even if that's more down to his own uncertainty than anything on their part, but their company is still usually the highlight of his day. It's good to know there's someone who can keep pace with him on his runs, or someone who doesn't mind being thrown down onto the mat a dozen times a day. Lunch might be on him to boot, if you don't mind sticking around.
Work, too, might have the advantage of letting him meet people, but with so many of his clients being Port natives and his own natural shyness weighing heavily on him, interactions are usually perfunctory at best. Which is fine. He's a professional, after all. Usually he's just lifting and moving heavy furniture with the occasional bodyguard job thrown in here and there, but he's been asked to do just about everything there is to do: walk dogs, clean pools, shovel snow... he's not proud. He'll take almost any job- and any conversation that might come with it.
And then there's the trip home. Though he'd never say it aloud, with Sasuke on his couch his apartment feels a little less empty- not necessarily warmer, of course, but less like a place to stay and more like a place to be. He's taken to making sure he cooks enough for two and that he's around when Sasuke is, more or less, even if he doesn't expect too much more than silence. Even a shared silence is better than nothing, though. It's selfish, but he's probably going to miss the ninja when he finds a new place of his own.]
[ooc: Feel free to run into Warsman just about anywhere. At the gym, out running, sparring- or if your character might have hired him for any odd jobs at home or around their business or whatever that would be awesome too! I'm always open to suggestions, and I don't mind starting things off!]
mouthbreathing ) and YOUWhen: 18th- 21st of January
Where: Around the city.
Summary: Out and about in Siren's Port with the USSR's finest.
Warnings: None, as of yet?
[Time spent in the gym hasn't been quite such a solitary experience lately. Somehow he's managed to pick up a couple of sparring partners or even students who don't seem to mind his quiet manner- not that working out is generally conducive to conversation if you're doing it correctly, but simply being able to feel someone's presence is gratifying for Warsman. He might be hesitant to call some of them 'friends' so plainly, even if that's more down to his own uncertainty than anything on their part, but their company is still usually the highlight of his day. It's good to know there's someone who can keep pace with him on his runs, or someone who doesn't mind being thrown down onto the mat a dozen times a day. Lunch might be on him to boot, if you don't mind sticking around.
Work, too, might have the advantage of letting him meet people, but with so many of his clients being Port natives and his own natural shyness weighing heavily on him, interactions are usually perfunctory at best. Which is fine. He's a professional, after all. Usually he's just lifting and moving heavy furniture with the occasional bodyguard job thrown in here and there, but he's been asked to do just about everything there is to do: walk dogs, clean pools, shovel snow... he's not proud. He'll take almost any job- and any conversation that might come with it.
And then there's the trip home. Though he'd never say it aloud, with Sasuke on his couch his apartment feels a little less empty- not necessarily warmer, of course, but less like a place to stay and more like a place to be. He's taken to making sure he cooks enough for two and that he's around when Sasuke is, more or less, even if he doesn't expect too much more than silence. Even a shared silence is better than nothing, though. It's selfish, but he's probably going to miss the ninja when he finds a new place of his own.]
[ooc: Feel free to run into Warsman just about anywhere. At the gym, out running, sparring- or if your character might have hired him for any odd jobs at home or around their business or whatever that would be awesome too! I'm always open to suggestions, and I don't mind starting things off!]
IF I HAD MY COPY OF PAPRIKA I WOULD SO OFFER TO MAKE YOU SOME
He's not actively trying, then, to keep his tone as mild as it is as he nods, stepping neatly off of the curb.] Not at all. Here- [Curling his fingers around the handle, he hauls it up onto the pavement without so much as a grunt- though it is, admittedly, heavier than he was anticipating. Books, maybe? He doesn't immediately let go.] Where do you want it?
THANK YOU I MADE SOME YAY
Um- [ Brought back to the reality of his kind offer, she looks up from the suitcase to his face, uncertain whether to burden him further. ] Actually, I happen to be moving into number 16. This apartment here, on the first floor. [ One travel-bag begins slipping off a shoulder; with a purposeful shove, she hitches the straps back up as she indicates the open door. ] I haven't the keys, yet.
EXCELLENT THEY LOOK SUTEKI
Really? I've just been doing a little clean-up work for the landlord. He should be around somewhere. [The way she's adjusting the bag on her shoulder makes him itch to relieve her of it- he's not sure how much it weighs but he doesn't like the idea of her having to struggle with it nonetheless- but it would be impolite, not to mention suspicious, for him to just outright take it.
An idea strikes him a moment later.] If it's alright with you, I could bring your things in for you while you go and find him.
ARIGATS
...I'd really appreciate that. He said he would be in the property when I showed, but since you've opened it... [ There's a moment of resistance in her posture, and then the breaking-point: she grimaces and shrugs off a shoulder bag, resting it on the pavement as delicately as she can and crouching to retrieve her NV from it. Her eyes are back on her companion when she stands up, visibly more at ease, both from the lessened burden and the sense of organisation from making a plan of action. ] Would you be able to lead the way indoors while I call him, in case he's out? If you wouldn't mind, what with-- [ She gestures to the suitcase again, a little guilty that she's gone with asking him a different favour now. ]
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That's fine. [If you wouldn't mind. He nods briefly, softening his eyes in what he hopes is enough of a smile to put her mind at ease.] It's really not all that heavy for me.
[Hopefully that doesn't just sound like a brag. He steers the lot towards the building and nudges the door open with his foot, carefully positioning the suitcase and first overnight bag against the wall before debating whether or not he should set the second down too or stand and wait for her like a regimental soldier with a backpack. She'll need help getting things up the stairs if everything is in order, though, so...?]
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But that's surely nothing to worry about right now, and she senses enough warmth in his look to reflect a small, brief smile before following him in, keeping within the tracks of the suitcase wheels. Once everything's indoors she won't have any qualms about leaving items downstairs while she brings others up, one at a time-- it seems like the best way to get settled in on her own once she has a key.
NV open to her ear, dialing tone starting in the tinny Port fashion, Atsuko is careful to shut the door and the cold behind her and glances to her helper-- a smile curving her mouth again, the prelude to gently thanking him and suggesting that that may be all the work that needs doing-- but the landlord picks up and her expression turns immediately businesslike, her tone a little higher than before. ]
It's Chiba. Sorry to call so suddenly, but I'm at the apartment now with your mover...
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He rests lightly against the wall, readjusting his poncho where the bag on his shoulder dragged it down his arm a little with its weight. His internal computer means that he's rarely cold, but he finds himself wary of looking messy in front of such a neat, orderly woman. Even as she speaks she seems to have a certain businesslike quality to her that-
Chiba.
And straight away Warsman feels very, very stupid.
Hadn't he seen her on the network only a month or so ago, a 'Dr. Chiba'? True, a lot happened in between then and now, but... quickly, he calls to mind the face of the woman he spoke with: a pretty, serious-looking woman with neat, dark hair and dark eyes. In other words, a perfect match.
Suddenly Warsman doesn't know what to do with himself. It's good to meet her in person, after all, but does he really want her to meet him? This whole time she's probably been under the impression that she was talking to someone- someone not like him. That startled first look creeps to the fore of his thoughts again, shadowing his concern. Part of him wants to make an excuse and leave quickly before she realises, but he knows he can't avoid her forever- unless he plans on never using the video function on his NV ever again.
In the end, he's pinned to the spot by indecision. She's probably already noticed the shift in body language, from the initial stare to the sudden preoccupation with his boots.]
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[ She glances to Warsman out the corner of her eye as she leaves the takeaway cup temporarily on the floor and changes hands to hold her cellphone with. It's hopefully implied, by her movement, that she intends for them to go ahead since the owner seems to be making a terrible fuss about it taking even longer for him to get here. The way this acquaintance suddenly stares down, barely thinly veiling some kind of discomfort, grabs her, though. Was it that she closed the door? It's nothing demanding suspicion, but she can't be too careful-- nor does she want to tolerate an awkward silence rather than solve what's causing it. Ignoring the voice for a moment, she covers the receiver. ]
What's the matter?
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He is, at least, anticipating the question, saving him the embarrassment of being caught off guard, but that doesn't help him answer it. There is, he reasons (or maybe excuses), not very much he can do in the way of explaining while she's still on the phone.]
I-it's fine. Don't worry. [The next thing to do is seize upon a distraction, and the fact that she seems ready to move upstairs will do nicely. The overnight bag is covering the suitcase's smaller handle, but that doesn't bother him especially; he takes the extended handle and lifts the whole thing, steadying it with his free hand so that he can begin his ascent.]