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reckless_fire) wrote in
savetheearth2013-04-05 10:19 am
001 [Audio-Locker malfunction | Action]
[It's another beautiful morning at Locke High, and although he'd rather be almost anywhere else, Kenji is standing in front of his locker a few minutes before his first class is scheduled to begin. After glaring at the locker for a few moments, he decides he might as well get his books, and so dials in what he thinks is the combination. But with his usual technology fail, he actually dials in that annoying string of numbers that's been haunting him off and on for the past several weeks.]
...The hell? Open, dammit!
[There's a faint metallic clinking as he jiggles the lock to no avail.]
Stupid lock! I don't need this crap at eight in the morning, okay?!
[And now there's a loud banging as if someone were enthusiastically kicking something metallic--which is pretty much the case.]
Bastard! You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?!
[Kenji can probably be heard all over the first floor at this point. Anyone passing by will see an irate kid roughing up his locker. Which smugly resists his attempts to open it.]
...The hell? Open, dammit!
[There's a faint metallic clinking as he jiggles the lock to no avail.]
Stupid lock! I don't need this crap at eight in the morning, okay?!
[And now there's a loud banging as if someone were enthusiastically kicking something metallic--which is pretty much the case.]
Bastard! You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?!
[Kenji can probably be heard all over the first floor at this point. Anyone passing by will see an irate kid roughing up his locker. Which smugly resists his attempts to open it.]

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[[annoyance clear on his face, he grabs at the lock.]]
Combination? [[the question is flat and disdainful. He's too tired and cranky to bother with his "front" personality at the moment.]]
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I know how to enter the combination--it's not working! See?
[He enters the combination again--correctly, this time, and...click! the locker obediently opens. Kenji looks dumbfoundedly at the locker, then over to the other boy, then back at the locker again.]
...It did that on purpose, just to make me look stupid.
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Check that you have it right next time before you go punching the door. Idiot...
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[That...makes no sense, really, but he's too pissed off to care at the moment.]
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[[He's likely getting strange looks from anyone in the hall who has him in class. Normally he had a far better personality that this.]]
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[Likewise, Kenji isn't usually this touchy, but between demonic lockers and kids he doesn't know giving him crap, he's had about all he can deal with--and he hasn't even made it to his first class, yet!]
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..okay no, it's not subtle at all right now.]]
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[He clenches his fist, and even he's not sure if he intends to slam said fist into the locker door or that smug little face mocking him. Before he can do either, however, Kenji's entire body is momentarily outlined in a prismatic light, and a moment later, that poor locker door literally explodes in a cloud of multicolored sparks. The cloud swirls around Kenji for a few seconds before fading to nothing.
He casts an almost panicked look at the other boy; his mouth works silently for a moment, but nothing comes out. Finally, he turns and runs for the nearest exit. Classes be damned.]
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Hey!
[[There's no thought before Bakura chases after, intent on grabbing the other teen's arm if he can. What was that light. What was that light?]]
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What? What do you want? Leave me alone!
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How did you do that?
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Whatever it is, I can't control it so just... [He holds one hand out in a 'stay' gesture] ...don't.
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[[There was a hesitation]]
When did it start? A few days ago?
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[Still agitated, he runs a hand through his hair, takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out.
A month or so ago. I was out in the Dead District and a guy tried to mug me. Same thing happened to his gun.
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...was there something you keep thinking of that came with it?
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I dunno, it was weird. It was, like, I remembered something that never happened. Then those damn numbers. [Shakes his head, clearly frustrated] That's all I got, man.
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Yeah, I got one. [He fishes it out of his back pocket and holds it up.] You gonna tell me my phone's making everything go poof?
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It's like another way to text. Only it works no matter where you put the number.'
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Well, I'll be damned. How the hell is this even possible?
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So, any idea where this came from?
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