darkremnant: (Dealing.)
No name ([personal profile] darkremnant) wrote in [community profile] savetheearth2013-07-20 01:32 pm

Open log.

 Who[personal profile] darkremnant (Vanitas), possibly[personal profile] depolarized (Riku) and YOU
What: STEP RIGHT UP, ITS SHOW TIME. Open log.
Or Van Shows You His Tricks’ and Yin Goes Missing In the Park While Riku Is At A Really Long Ice Cream Line. Seriously, did he die? Who cares, that guy sucks.
Where: The Oh So Convenient Park Near You!
When: July 20
 
[Some notes:
1. Van is in complete control of who wins/loses the games. But generally if your character looks rich, they’re likely going to lose because Van will cheat. For modest-looking characters, they may win/lose based on a coin flip on random.com.

2. Games will range from simple card games and trick like pick a card, blackjack and gin to finding a ball under a cup or just random betting games I find on quirkology if card games don’t keep your characters’ attention.

3. Please PM or drop an OOC note here if any questions or concerns! :D

4. Riku might do random tags. However, will be gone for long periods of time. Probably photographing stuff or getting food/drinks.
 
5. Yin, their 2-3 yr. old female black doberman, is very friendly and playful, but gentle and neat, for a dog. She’ll be played by either me or Myth, if around. ]



 
It’s a beautiful day at the park, sun shining, wind balmy, and one spiky-haired teenager in a hoodie setting up camp on a park bench. There’s a small folding table open before him and a variety of cards, cups, and other weird stuff neatly stacked beside him. There’s a crowd already, it looks like, and business is brisk. That is, of course, when his eye lands on you. “Hey, you. Care to try your luck? You can win big like this guy here just did.” He pointed to a man that’s walking away with some winnings. “Come on now, I’ll even let you pick the game!”
 
While you’re being fleeced, though, there’s a black doberman barking and playing with a few people, including a small child that’s doing her very best to ride her. Gentle and friendly as she is, you’d never guess she belonged to the boy on the bench and one other who appears to be missing from the scene. 
 
The dog doesn’t seem to mind the attention, in fact she quite likes it if her wagging tail is any evidence. Some people offer her treats, but she’ll either bow her head and drink from her water dish or look at her master when they do to see if he gives the okay.
 


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[personal profile] fatherssins 2013-07-21 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
Adrian had taken the day off; after everything that had happened recently he needed to take some time to recover. He hadn't done much with himself today, most of the time he'd spent indoors sleeping, going out when it was as hot and bright as this seemed to exhaust him.

The afternoon was slowly coming to close however, and he felt that if he didn't do something proactive with his day then he'd have wasted the holiday. So, that thought in mind, he left his apartment and went for a walk. He ended up in the park, sticking mostly to the shade, and just as he was about to finish his tour he spotted someone.

"You!" he huffed, storming over to that rude, spiky-haired customer. "Thief! Ha-ha, now I've found you! I told you you were going to be in trouble and you will be--" Adrian's gusto began to fail him "--what's this? You're a street performer?"
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[personal profile] fatherssins 2013-07-21 01:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Adrian was momentarily distracted by the dog, and what a handsome dog it was, had he not been so furious with this chap he would've rather liked to have petted it. But now was not the time for petting. No.

"I am not a shop girl!" Adrian huffed, although he didn't raise his voice loud enough to draw anyone's attention - mainly because he didn't want anyone hearing that someone was openly referring to him as a girl.

That offer caught Adrian off guard "A game?! No, I'm furious with you! I had to pay for that ice cream you stole!"
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[personal profile] fatherssins 2013-07-25 08:56 am (UTC)(link)
"You are the rudest person I have ever met!" Adrian fumed, resist the urge to scold this man in a louder, more aggressive tone. "If we were not in public, I would tell you what I really think about you a lot more openly!"

And a moment passed where Adrian didn't speak, he simply glared at this ruffian in a disapproving manner.

He glanced down at the game before him then back to game's master "I don't trust you enough to play this with you, you'll surely cheat!"

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[personal profile] salvagedlight 2013-07-23 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
Sometimes Ben liked to study in the park. At least on days when it was sunny and not blazingly hot, as some had been lately. He'd pack up his books and his lap desk, find a nice bench, and camp out there with his iPod and coffee until it got too dark to see.

Today's a bit different, though, as there seems to be some guy with a table set up yelling loudly to anyone walking by. He's occupied by another victim person when Ben approaches the area, but that's fine with Ben. He's more interested in the dog anyway; he likes animals, a great deal, and he stops to give her a good rub on her shoulder and a scratch behind the ear before he moves on.

[personal profile] ex_elude798 2013-07-24 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
For his part, Suzaku isn't paying the people around him any mind as he makes his way down the bike path. Cutting through the park saves him time on his walk, and efficiency is always a good thing. Occasionally he shifts the bags he's carrying, brown paper crinkling with each step.

An orange tabby is perched on his shoulders, moving about to compensate for his movement. Small, needle-like claws dig into his shoulders as the kitten tries to find and maintain purchase on him. Sometimes he winces a little, but he doesn't appear to be bothered by it. At the least, he doesn't pause to do anything about it. And since the kitten is purring like a little motor it's no real wonder why.

When he spots the dog, he pauses. He reaches into one of the bags awkwardly, attempting to balance them without throwing the cat off. Even more impressive is his attempt to tear open a plastic wrapper one-handed. It's an awkward display, however, Suzaku succeeds with persistence.

And then he offers the dog what looks like a roll. It is in fact a bun with red bean paste in it, since he just visited the Asian market. The way his godfather eats, stocking up on food that's actually good is a priority. Since to his knowledge, dogs will eat just about anything, he figures it's a decent enough snack.

At least, he likes them.

Suzaku winces again as the kitten bristles on his shoulder, tail puffing up like a bottle brush. "Ouch- quit that."

[personal profile] ex_elude798 2013-07-25 06:16 am (UTC)(link)
The kitten on Suzaku's shoulder hissed, bristling up all the more. Her tiny size was nearly doubled with her agitation, arching her back and digging her claws in. Suzaku tenses from the unpleasant needling, but having someone else around, grits his teeth and says nothing about it.

Since the dog doesn't seem interested in food, he sets the bun back in one of the bags. Suppose there's no accounting for American tastes, even when it comes to the animals.

He turns around and levels a flat stare at the dog's owner. There's no doubt in his mind that the guy prompted his dog to speak on purpose. But reacting to it isn't likely to serve any productive end and probably isn't worth his time.

"Friendly dog," Suzaku finally says, after a considerably long bout of silence.

[personal profile] ex_elude798 2013-07-27 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
Suzaku knew recognition when he saw it, though for much of his life it was followed by immediate retreat. Things had been somewhat difference since he'd come to this town, however, he always half-expected that outcome. But that wasn't the case with this guy.

He shifted the bags to one hand and reached up to pet the cat on his shoulder. Although she bumped her head against his fingers, her claws were firmly rooted. It figured.

The comment was worth a small frown, if only because he never ceased to be impressed by how rude Americans were. Even years later there were times that he marveled at it. No subtlety. That's how he saw it.

"Nothing against dogs. This cat's a stray," Suzaku replied. A kitten as small as this one was couldn't get by on her own. Although he'd looked for the mother, or even an owner, he'd had no success.

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[personal profile] recollection 2013-07-24 08:06 pm (UTC)(link)
On warm days, Thalassa would spend her time out of her apartment. With classes done and no desire to visit her parents, she needed something to do, and usually that would include grabbing a book and heading out somewhere. The park wasn't too busy, and she found a nice spot on one of the benches to sit and read and have her coffee.

Normally, she wouldn't have much of an issue concentrating on her novel, but today she's seen far too many people walking by, obliviously disgruntled, pissed off, and mutterings about losing something. It becomes frequent enough that she can't concentrate anymore, and after watching yet another man walk right by, she's had enough.

Getting up for her spot, Thalassa's investigating the area, though it doesn't take her long to see a young man at a table with a dog nearby. And it's quite obvious with the way her holds himself and the way that he talks that he may very well be the culprit. Not wanting to attract the attention of his dog (it could be an attack dog for all she knows) nor get caught in his game, she stands a few feet away and watches him carefully, wanting to be sure that he assumption was correct.
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[personal profile] recollection 2013-07-28 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
She's not one for a life of crime, but now she can't help but commend him on his showmanship and cleverness. Distracting him enough and pretty much getting him to say it sealed the deal for him, and she very nearly smiled at that.

Thalassa steps out of the way of the man, watching him pass while his child merely ran along beside him. She flinched hearing the dog's steps and wandering around. She's never had a bad experience with dogs, but doesn't like them anyways. And besides, Yin looks big enough to bowl her over.

Taking a sip of her own coffee and side stepping around Yin, she decided to step a little closer to Van and his table. Not enough to be his next target, but enough to observe him a little more closely. "So you're the source of ire in this park."
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S'okay <3 I've had a busy one too

[personal profile] recollection 2013-08-08 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
She'd be willing to try his game out if he convinces her. But at his question, her eyes instantly go over to Yin and her lip curls. She's... large, and might be too strong for Thalassa to deal with. Taking a swig of her drink, she shakes her head. "Not... really a dog person. Sorry." Despite her awkward tone, it would be the quickest way to dismiss that part of the conversation without revealing any unwanted details.

Standing for a minute more and giving his little 'shop' another scrutinizing eye, she steps a little closer. He certainly was shifty looking, and if Thalassa took him up on his offer, she could loose. But there was something curious about how he was operating this. Not to mention the man himself. She hasn't seen him before, but there was something about him that she just couldn't explain or put her finger on.

"Never was much of a gambling girl. Perhaps you could explain the rules?" It wouldn't hurt to play coy now, would it. It might help her see if he'd play fairly with her if he's got multiple games running.
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[personal profile] dododo 2013-07-25 04:00 pm (UTC)(link)
It's such a nice day out that John figures he'll take his book outside, especially since he has one of his few days off and that's for taking advantage of. He's got said book under his arm as he reaches the park and is just about to bring it out to open it, because there usually aren't enough people for him to have to pay that much attention when he reaches it.

Except there's apparently a commotion today. Curiosity gets the better of him and he decides to have a look, but tries to be unnoticeable because days off really are for reading. He wouldn't think a man with a shirt with rolled up sleeves and a pair of plain trousers held in place by braces would attract attention, either, but then someone calls for him and he jumps in place, staring at the stranger. Young stranger.

"Pardon?" he asks, dumbfounded.
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[personal profile] dododo 2013-07-27 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
The dog is a little distracting, and really what makes John hover a bit longer in the first place, rather than try to slip off after being more directly called out. English. Right.

He'll just pay attention to the dog instead, and squats down to pet her.

"What would that fun be?"
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All good!

[personal profile] dododo 2013-08-04 06:34 am (UTC)(link)
Rambling, a bit, this guy. John pets the dog for a moment longer before he stands up again, turning the book over to glance at it, and is once again a little torn. He'll probably finish it today even if he uses up some time on this, but still...

Hm.

"That would depend on if they look any fun." But it's true, he does enjoy a good thinker, so he walks over.