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sirenspull_logs2012-04-10 04:45 am
blackmoonrising) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-04-10 04:45 am
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Trying different ways To make a difference to the days
Who: Ichigo blackmoonrising and Terra todomarishi
When: 04/09
Where: The Dojo
Summary: Ichigo's looking for a place to work out and wave his ridiculously large weapon around. What's a boy with no cash to spare to do?
Warnings: None that I can think of; mild bad language at the worst.
Ichigo's got a strange sort of restless energy built up; maybe it had something to do with being stuck in a classroom all afternoon instead of being out in the sunshine. By the time the final bell for the day rings at four o'clock, he's got his books in his bag and he's making his way home to dump them off and find something to do for the rest of the day before the sun goes down and he gets to work.
He'd managed to a small, unexciting apartment in a building in one of the shabbier ends of the third district. It wasn't even much of an apartment if he was honest; one room for living and sleeping and a tiny, adjoining wet room, but the rent was cheap, the neighbourhood was quirky and, more importantly, it was his and he was able to come and go as he pleased from the fire-escape outside his window after curfew, making damn sure he flared his reiatsu before he left to keep the darkness at bay.
But this afternoon, he doesn't have to worry about darkness. It's sunny and warm, and he's got four hours before the sirens. He feels restless and wants to stretch his legs before putting on his ridiculous costume (by his own admission) and prowling around in the night, and he wants to do it without a mask. His way home from school leads him past a small dojo, and he thinks that it can't really hurt to stop and look around and at least see what the rates are to use the space to work out. He knows he can't afford any classes right now, living on minimum wage and making rent is tough, but he's managing, he just can't afford frivolities.
He pauses for a moment, then heads inside.
"Yo, anybody around?"
blackmoonrising and Terra todomarishiWhen: 04/09
Where: The Dojo
Summary: Ichigo's looking for a place to work out and wave his ridiculously large weapon around. What's a boy with no cash to spare to do?
Warnings: None that I can think of; mild bad language at the worst.
Ichigo's got a strange sort of restless energy built up; maybe it had something to do with being stuck in a classroom all afternoon instead of being out in the sunshine. By the time the final bell for the day rings at four o'clock, he's got his books in his bag and he's making his way home to dump them off and find something to do for the rest of the day before the sun goes down and he gets to work.
He'd managed to a small, unexciting apartment in a building in one of the shabbier ends of the third district. It wasn't even much of an apartment if he was honest; one room for living and sleeping and a tiny, adjoining wet room, but the rent was cheap, the neighbourhood was quirky and, more importantly, it was his and he was able to come and go as he pleased from the fire-escape outside his window after curfew, making damn sure he flared his reiatsu before he left to keep the darkness at bay.
But this afternoon, he doesn't have to worry about darkness. It's sunny and warm, and he's got four hours before the sirens. He feels restless and wants to stretch his legs before putting on his ridiculous costume (by his own admission) and prowling around in the night, and he wants to do it without a mask. His way home from school leads him past a small dojo, and he thinks that it can't really hurt to stop and look around and at least see what the rates are to use the space to work out. He knows he can't afford any classes right now, living on minimum wage and making rent is tough, but he's managing, he just can't afford frivolities.
He pauses for a moment, then heads inside.
"Yo, anybody around?"
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The chair sways but does not fall. For a moment, it seems the inevitable crash to the ground is averted as Terra leans forward, setting the chair down under him to handle this little matter of practice area use. He shuffles through one of the small piles of paper on the desk in front of him -- turns out being a Newcomer Representative of a martial arts center actually involves some administrative work. His employers, all locals, had seen an opportunity to help their dojo along by 'promoting' their Newcomer employee and sticking him with extra tasks like advertising to other Newcomers, helping them join any of the clubs that practice at Portside, and handling some of the paperwork related to their business.
Terra misses the days when he was just an assistant... but he'd needed the extra bit of money.
Sighing, he pulls open a drawer and continues his search for the right piece of paper.
"A few people do rent the practice rooms for their own use..."
No, he's not stalling. He knows exactly where that sheet with the rates is. It's... right... maybe under... no... Aha!
"Here."
Back he goes in the chair as he holds out a laminated page listing how much it costs to use any of their practice spaces for different amounts of time.
"Then the schedule is up on the board over there. That shows when the clubs or other people are meeting for practice and what rooms they'll be using. Some of the people that rent don't mind sharing a space and others insist on having the room to themselves."
The chair dips ever closer to the ground.
"Do you have powers? You know, special abilities of any kind?"