Yuuya Sakazaki (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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savetheearth2013-04-12 03:21 pm
espigeonage) wrote in savetheearth2013-04-12 03:21 pm
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Who: Julien Sakazaki and ANYONE who might be...
Where: At the Dead District statue
When: Friday afternoon.
Julien arrived with a gaggle of art students and ex-art students, all bundled up. It was a bit colder than usual for mid-April, but the sky was light.
The group went from ribbing one another about who was the biggest hipster of them all - Julien's dyed blue hair and closely cut monochrome ensemble made him a good target, but he maintained that without a hat, interesting facial hair, or scarf he wasn't the biggest one - to scuffling near silence as they reached the sculpture. It seemed an odd change, and one Julien himself was immune to. Or he could ignore it for a bit, at any rate.
A few cursory minutes of examination, a nervous comment or three about chisel marks, and his friends almost collectively decided to go to a coffee shop. They claimed it was too cold. If any of them noticed what he noticed, they didn't say.
Julien stayed for a while to study the thing, walking closer and backing off to feel how that weird heartbeat sensation grew or faded. It was early enough in the day, he thought. Not too dangerous to be alone in this part of the Dead District.
Where: At the Dead District statue
When: Friday afternoon.
Julien arrived with a gaggle of art students and ex-art students, all bundled up. It was a bit colder than usual for mid-April, but the sky was light.
The group went from ribbing one another about who was the biggest hipster of them all - Julien's dyed blue hair and closely cut monochrome ensemble made him a good target, but he maintained that without a hat, interesting facial hair, or scarf he wasn't the biggest one - to scuffling near silence as they reached the sculpture. It seemed an odd change, and one Julien himself was immune to. Or he could ignore it for a bit, at any rate.
A few cursory minutes of examination, a nervous comment or three about chisel marks, and his friends almost collectively decided to go to a coffee shop. They claimed it was too cold. If any of them noticed what he noticed, they didn't say.
Julien stayed for a while to study the thing, walking closer and backing off to feel how that weird heartbeat sensation grew or faded. It was early enough in the day, he thought. Not too dangerous to be alone in this part of the Dead District.
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She had heard hear-say about it. If she remembered correctly from what she over-heard at the gym, it had even been mentioned on the news or some newspaper...
Regardless of where it had been mentioned, it was something people knew about. Comments about how it was interesting. Nothing really special. She hadn't thought much of it until people had started speaking about it on the strange network that she somehow had access to. If these statues really did play a part in whatever was happening with her -- and with everyone else -- going to see them was undoubtedly necessary. So after work she had headed down to the area where the statue had been raised, snug in a buttoned up black overcoat and her favorite bright red scarf. It was cold out for April.
When she arrived there were people surrounding it so she hung back, deciding to look at it from afar first. It was... an interesting piece. Perhaps she couldn't appreciate whatever it was supposed to represent because of a general lack of knowledge about the arts on her part. A snake made out of pink stone...
For some reason it made her a little uncomfortable. A strange feeling.
Once most people vacated the area she approached to get a closer look, crouching down to check the base of the statue out.
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"I can't say just how it seems repulsive, and yet it is," he commented. "A sad situation."
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"So you feel that way about it too?" At least it wasn't just her. There was something... wrong about it. A wrong feeling.
"I was wondering if it was just because I don't know much about art."
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"I don't know if it's even anything to do with art! My friends there certainly weren't complaining about craftmanship."
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At the mention of his friends, she glances back at him, "Did your friends feel it too?"
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Julien shrugged, and smiled easily. "No, they just decided to be elsewhere. No one said anything... of course, I didn't say anything either." He stuck both gloved hands into his jacket pockets and rocked idly back on his heels a moment, then chanced it - "I don't suppose you've had a set of numbers in mind for a while?"
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"I'm guessing that you have as well?"
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It feels strange giving him her name, but there doesn't seem to be any harm in doing so. They met by coincidence in front of a statue that concerned them both - it was innocent enough.
"You're the first person I've met from the network. At least, the first person I know that's connected for sure. Everyone's been very careful."
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He nodded. "With reason! We don't know if there aren't people listening in... Watching in, whatever. I suggested code names once in jest, but it's not so bad an idea." Sobering a little, he said, "There are people I care about. I wouldn't do anything to endanger them."
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She steps back from the statue some more and walks around the other side of it before walking over to him, "I agree. I'd like to see everyone stay safe. I've been thinking on how we can find ways to work together without endangering anyone's personal safety. It's difficult when we're really only connected by that network." She couldn't think of a scenario where at least one person wasn't putting themselves at risk. At least, not yet. She had only been thinking on it for a few short days.
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"I'm happy to hear that. I guess more normal contact info - phone numbers, emails, chat handles - couldn't hurt? All of those can be tapped, but I don't know that our mystery network is any safer."
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She had been working under that assumption ever since she had connected. Even if no one else could get into the network without a number, presumably, the question of if everyone that already had access to the network were being honest about their confusion remained.
"Still... if there really is something going on," she glances at the statue once more, "... then we may really need to work together, in some way."
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Then he fished out his phone. "Trade numbers? Phone or special. I promise, I'm not trying to pick you up."
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She pulls her phone out of her bag as well, "I'd rather not pass my special number around, but I'll give you my cell phone number." Who knew if they were even safe where they were standing -- for all they knew there was some kind of camera inside the statue. Her cell was nothing special. It could easily be replaced.
"Here, you can put your number in." She passes her phone to him so he can punch in his own numbers and name.
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"That's fair. Thanks, and you can have mine." After a moment, Julien asked, "Shall I take a picture of myself? Or get you to do it? It seems that might help."
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