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Entry tags:
- !open,
- #action,
- +location: locke city,
- bleach: toushirou hitsugaya,
- death note: l lawliet,
- death note: near,
- devil may cry: dante,
- hatoful boyfriend: yuuya sakazaki,
- middle earth: legolas,
- middle earth: maglor,
- moon child: sho,
- touhou project: flandre scarlet,
- touhou project: remilia scarlet,
- voltasaur sentai kyoryuger: torin
I read the news today, oh boy, about a lucky man who made the grade [February 4, OPEN]
Who: Lazarus Lawliet and open to anyone!
What: A day in the life
Where: Multiple locations around town
When: February 4, Wednesday
Warnings: Mild swearing and suggestive content
A- Willow Ridge Boarding Academy, Morning
With the help of various Numbered individuals, a few discreet contractors and one chameleon-faced custodian, Willow Ridge is coming into its own and turning into a somewhat respectable establishment. By now, it's common knowledge that the teleporter is in the finished basement that Shou has helped to turn into a very comfortable work space, and a clear and efficient path, complete with helpful paper signs, has been established to help anyone who wants to use it get there as quickly and easily as possible. Since he owns and inhabits the building housing the main mode of Numbered travel between echo zones, Lazarus sees some serious traffic, and has gotten used to it. He no longer automatically looks up every time he hears a door and footsteps, but sometimes if he knows that there will be a lot of people coming through, he makes sure that coffee and donuts are available for travelers coming and going.
That's not to say that people don't come to inquire about other matters. L employs Numbered when and where he can, whether they're handy with tools, good with computers, or are just capable enough to learn how to make a good latte. He's easy enough to find, tending to stick to where the teleporter, computers and coffee are located downstairs. That being said, if he's not there and you're looking for a quiet moment to speak with him in private, he's probably upstairs in his room, sitting by the open window and taking a cigarette break.
B- Espresso Yourself, Afternoon
Now that Espresso Yourself is open again, it means picking up slack as the Numbered population worldwide seems to be thinning out. While that makes the remaining Numbered more high profile and curious to the general public, it also means that Lazarus is scooping up shifts and stepping behind the counter on days where he's short-staffed in an effort to keep the business running smoothly. As long as he's making something like a profit, he can put that money into other projects and causes. Espresso Yourself isn't a cash cow, but it takes in with enough to keep up renovations on the school and provide the people working for him with a respectable paycheck. Considering the social climate they're occupying, that's not bad at all, and Lazarus won't complain.
Maybe you're here to sample the vegan offerings on the menu, or for a mid-afternoon smoothie, but if you drop by after school lets out, you might get caught in the middle of some trouble. Four of Locke City High's football players come in wearing varsity jackets, laughing and joking as they order the most needlessly complicated drinks they can. L knows they're trouble the second they start teasing Torin's parrots, but even after he tells them to cut it out, they're talking too loudly at their table, making audible fun of Lazarus, his employees and the hipster clientele. He stares; one of them makes eye contact with him, and grins as he dumps what's left of his latte on the hardwood floor.
"Hey, this coffee sucks!" he says loudly, to the answering laughter of his friends. Lazarus sets his jaw, reaching under the counter for a bucket half full of soapy water and grabbing a mop as he comes out from behind the counter. The offending football player snickers, standing up to allow him access to cleaning up the mess, but Lazarus holds the mop out toward him.
"Uh, I don't work here," he snorts.
"Clean up your mess," Lazarus says softly, pressing the handle into his chest.
Another one of the football players stands up, and the one who dumped his coffee knocks the handle away.
"Look, it was an accident. You're lucky I don't ask for my money back. What are you going to do about it?"
"No accident," Lazarus says, picking up the mop and practically flinging it at the kid. "Clean up your mess, and then get out."
"You taking crazy pills, bro?" the coffee spiller's a big guy, and he's not used to getting this kind of lip from people he could absolutely smear into the pavement.
"Actually, I..." Lazarus eyes widen, then he pinches the bridge of his nose, cringing. "Oh, shit. My prescriptions. I forgot to refill my prescriptions. Uh..." he nudges the bucket toward the jock, who takes a jumpy step back. "Just clean this up, please. I have to make a phone call."
C- Drug Store, Evening
Lazarus avoids eye contact with the old lady in line to pick up her prescription.
"Heart medication," she says sweetly, turning to glance at him. "When you get older, everything just starts falling apart!"
"Yeah... I know," Lazarus answers. "I can see that."
"I beg your pardon?"
"I didn't mean... just that I know it's hard getting older. I'm sorry."
There's a frosty silence for a few moments. "What are you here for, multivitamins? Those look like the jeans my granddaughter wears."
"...yeah, multivitamins."
Lazarus gets his seven different paper bags, dropping them in his basket and ignoring the way the old women watches his back as he walks away. He takes a turn down his favorite aisle; the assorted scents don't make a difference to him, but he takes a few of every color anyway, filling the rest of the basket with disinfectant spray and wipes. As he's putting the last can on the shelf into his basket though, he pauses, placing it carefully back. Lysol Disinfectant Spray, Spring Waterfall Scent. Not today, no room...
He glances up at the signs hanging above the aisles, labeling their content. Isn't there room in his life, now? Taking a quick survey of who is around and who might be watching, he goes several aisles down, staring at a pink, orange, and purple array of boxes. Words are printed on them to evoke pleasure, ecstasy, the promise that they won't be noticed. He reaches for one, selecting it more or less randomly, shoving it into his basket along with the many bottles of Lysol. As an afterthought, he reaches for a bottle of lube, debating whether or not to pocket it or put it back, but feeling strongly that it's a decision he needs to make quickly before anyone sees him.
What: A day in the life
Where: Multiple locations around town
When: February 4, Wednesday
Warnings: Mild swearing and suggestive content
A- Willow Ridge Boarding Academy, Morning
With the help of various Numbered individuals, a few discreet contractors and one chameleon-faced custodian, Willow Ridge is coming into its own and turning into a somewhat respectable establishment. By now, it's common knowledge that the teleporter is in the finished basement that Shou has helped to turn into a very comfortable work space, and a clear and efficient path, complete with helpful paper signs, has been established to help anyone who wants to use it get there as quickly and easily as possible. Since he owns and inhabits the building housing the main mode of Numbered travel between echo zones, Lazarus sees some serious traffic, and has gotten used to it. He no longer automatically looks up every time he hears a door and footsteps, but sometimes if he knows that there will be a lot of people coming through, he makes sure that coffee and donuts are available for travelers coming and going.
That's not to say that people don't come to inquire about other matters. L employs Numbered when and where he can, whether they're handy with tools, good with computers, or are just capable enough to learn how to make a good latte. He's easy enough to find, tending to stick to where the teleporter, computers and coffee are located downstairs. That being said, if he's not there and you're looking for a quiet moment to speak with him in private, he's probably upstairs in his room, sitting by the open window and taking a cigarette break.
B- Espresso Yourself, Afternoon
Now that Espresso Yourself is open again, it means picking up slack as the Numbered population worldwide seems to be thinning out. While that makes the remaining Numbered more high profile and curious to the general public, it also means that Lazarus is scooping up shifts and stepping behind the counter on days where he's short-staffed in an effort to keep the business running smoothly. As long as he's making something like a profit, he can put that money into other projects and causes. Espresso Yourself isn't a cash cow, but it takes in with enough to keep up renovations on the school and provide the people working for him with a respectable paycheck. Considering the social climate they're occupying, that's not bad at all, and Lazarus won't complain.
Maybe you're here to sample the vegan offerings on the menu, or for a mid-afternoon smoothie, but if you drop by after school lets out, you might get caught in the middle of some trouble. Four of Locke City High's football players come in wearing varsity jackets, laughing and joking as they order the most needlessly complicated drinks they can. L knows they're trouble the second they start teasing Torin's parrots, but even after he tells them to cut it out, they're talking too loudly at their table, making audible fun of Lazarus, his employees and the hipster clientele. He stares; one of them makes eye contact with him, and grins as he dumps what's left of his latte on the hardwood floor.
"Hey, this coffee sucks!" he says loudly, to the answering laughter of his friends. Lazarus sets his jaw, reaching under the counter for a bucket half full of soapy water and grabbing a mop as he comes out from behind the counter. The offending football player snickers, standing up to allow him access to cleaning up the mess, but Lazarus holds the mop out toward him.
"Uh, I don't work here," he snorts.
"Clean up your mess," Lazarus says softly, pressing the handle into his chest.
Another one of the football players stands up, and the one who dumped his coffee knocks the handle away.
"Look, it was an accident. You're lucky I don't ask for my money back. What are you going to do about it?"
"No accident," Lazarus says, picking up the mop and practically flinging it at the kid. "Clean up your mess, and then get out."
"You taking crazy pills, bro?" the coffee spiller's a big guy, and he's not used to getting this kind of lip from people he could absolutely smear into the pavement.
"Actually, I..." Lazarus eyes widen, then he pinches the bridge of his nose, cringing. "Oh, shit. My prescriptions. I forgot to refill my prescriptions. Uh..." he nudges the bucket toward the jock, who takes a jumpy step back. "Just clean this up, please. I have to make a phone call."
C- Drug Store, Evening
Lazarus avoids eye contact with the old lady in line to pick up her prescription.
"Heart medication," she says sweetly, turning to glance at him. "When you get older, everything just starts falling apart!"
"Yeah... I know," Lazarus answers. "I can see that."
"I beg your pardon?"
"I didn't mean... just that I know it's hard getting older. I'm sorry."
There's a frosty silence for a few moments. "What are you here for, multivitamins? Those look like the jeans my granddaughter wears."
"...yeah, multivitamins."
Lazarus gets his seven different paper bags, dropping them in his basket and ignoring the way the old women watches his back as he walks away. He takes a turn down his favorite aisle; the assorted scents don't make a difference to him, but he takes a few of every color anyway, filling the rest of the basket with disinfectant spray and wipes. As he's putting the last can on the shelf into his basket though, he pauses, placing it carefully back. Lysol Disinfectant Spray, Spring Waterfall Scent. Not today, no room...
He glances up at the signs hanging above the aisles, labeling their content. Isn't there room in his life, now? Taking a quick survey of who is around and who might be watching, he goes several aisles down, staring at a pink, orange, and purple array of boxes. Words are printed on them to evoke pleasure, ecstasy, the promise that they won't be noticed. He reaches for one, selecting it more or less randomly, shoving it into his basket along with the many bottles of Lysol. As an afterthought, he reaches for a bottle of lube, debating whether or not to pocket it or put it back, but feeling strongly that it's a decision he needs to make quickly before anyone sees him.
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Dani tenses once more at the question and comment. Part of her just wants to withdraw, to refuse to say anything and pretend she didn't hear. Like she would normally but this was important.
"Just because you are bigger does not mean you have a right to torment others. Besides, if you think you can take on what we all have, go ahead and see what happens."
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"Yeah, about that. The stuff you 'take on?' If it weren't for you guys, none of us would have to deal with it in the first place! Uh, I don't think I'm alone in saying this? But I'd prefer none of it happening to start with to you 'dealing' with it and doing a shit-tastic job."
The sopping head of the mob gets smushed into the most vocal jock's chest by a stone-faced L. "Out," he says curtly. "Outside, now. You're not talking like that in my coffee shop."
"And none of you Numbered fucks scare me."
Wow, never thought this icon would see any use
"Do you really think just because we were not around the bad things would not happen? That the snake would have never shown up? That everything in your lives would be normal? I doubt it."
Her hands are balled into fists at her sides and she's struggling not to just withdraw, to hide and refuse to say anything. It would only give them the satisfaction of seeing her upset. Tear are shimmering in her eyes but at the moment they are angry tears and not sad ones.
"Maybe you need to find another place to be if you can not keep your opinion to yourself or use words that are not nice."
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"Are you gonna cry?" one of the guys asks, screwing his face up and twisting his knuckles mockingly at his own eyes.
"Faster," L warns, raising his voice for the first time. "You can get your coffee at Starbucks, and while I might not call the police, your varsity jackets don't exactly make it difficult to find out who your parents are. I will be calling them."
At least three of these guys have big plans for Spring Break, and they stiffen and start gathering their things together hastily, but Dani's main tormentor seems like he'd rather seen Dani cry than respond to L's threat.
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Of course to that comment, she splits into 4 copies and just glares at her tormenter. She's thinking her next response out carefully before each one of the 4 of her float up a little bit.
"Maybe you should listen before you get embarrassed by the fact a little kid can make you leave."
Yes, the tears are still there but she's determined not to cry..at least not right now.
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"Making us leave? Uh, we're leaving when we want to."
"You're leaving now," L affirms. "Your parents are going to hear from me and any plans you have for spring break will probably be in question if you make this any more difficult."
Dani, please stand down...
He appreciates her bravery and her willingness to throw down for him, but the last thing he wants to do right now is frame this situation as some kind of macho challenge for the kind of idiots who would absolutely take it.
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After that movement, there is nothing except the clones glaring and trying to look dangerous and protect the original. She won't speak, letting L try and take care of the situation. It was a way out, a way for her to withdraw for the moment without causing problems..or so she hoped.
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"Gentlemen," he says softly. "You're in trouble whether you stay or go. If you go... it will be less trouble. And there will be fewer broken bones."
"Are you that scared of getting beat up?" snorts the captain.
"Not at all... but it would bring me no joy to see Locke City High's football season end early."
"Tch. Whatever..." he reaches for his backpack, slinging it over his shoulder. "Knew you Numbered freaks were bloodthirsty menaces. Come on guys, let's blow this joint."
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Dani's quiet...too quiet and her eyes are closed tightly. If she was to say anything, there would either be tears or her snapping and letting the mood her clones seemed to be in take over.
Once clone does lose it's look and glances to L as if asking what to do for now. It wraps a arm around Dani and moves her further behind the other two.
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The captain shoulder checks him on the way out, muttering a fake apology, and when they're gone he returns to the table.
"Dani, I'm so sorry. Are you all right?" he asks.
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The clone looks to L and shrugs a bit at the question. In all honesty? Dani didn't know. words hurt and the feeling she had been having for a while pretty much thrown at her again?
After a quiet moment, the clone is the one who responds instead of the original. "Um...I think we are okay. It's...It's more hurt feelings then actually hurt."
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He turns his attention to the clone as he reaches for the mop and starts to gamely mop up the mess they left.
"Hurt feelings? Well then, you're in luck. You're a little stronger this time for having gone through it," he says briskly. "Next time, it'll be much easier, because your skin just got thicker."
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"We guess so. It's just..a lot of things that we thought were good...people think are not? Not something that is easy to hear."
The clone pauses and let's go of Dani for the moment. It takes a step forward and tilts it's head.
"Do you need help?"
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"People are people, and that's something that's not changing fast," he shrugs as he moves the mop over the floor. At the clone's offer, he shakes his head. "Thank you, but it's all right. It's really a one-person job, you know..."
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"'I..I guess. But I wish they would see the forest for the trees instead of the bad."
She pauses, drops her arms to her sides and her wings relax.
"Is..is there anything I can do though? I...I almost made things really bad..."
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He shakes his head as he crouches to push the mop more fully under the table.
"Also, that? Was not your fault. Nor was any potential fallout."