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snowblindrpg2015-06-16 11:40 pm
mayora13) wrote in snowblindrpg2015-06-16 11:40 pm
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[log] When scowling, make sure even xxx-san would be proud [closed]
Characters: Hijikata, Gintoki and Stiles
Location P3 - convenience store | O3 - building 74
Date: DAY 005 evening | DAY 005 night
Summary: Hijikata runs into his favorite person | And proceeds to subject a poor third party to their bickering
Warnings: None
I | For Gintoki
[Hijikata's previous encounter with another human being had gone about as well as any paranoia induced surprise attack could have gone. The only satisfying parts of the encounter had been the opportunity to hit someone and receiving a few charity cigarettes. Enabling his nicotine addiction was one of the fastest ways to Hijikata's heart, and he managed to even feel a bit bad for jumping the guy.
But answers hadn't been forthcoming, and the man wasn't entirely sure he trusted this 'Tim' to truly be just another wanderer in no-mayo ice hell.
He hadn't slept at all that night.
Tired eyes glared down at boots crunching in the fresh snow. For a moment, it didn't seem as if they could possibly belong to him. His feet were cold, not whatever slab of flesh resided in the thinnest pair of standard-issue footwear making tracks in the wasteland surrounding him.
Today he'd go north.
Hijikata raised a hand to his mouth, fingers poised to set a cigarette between his lips. Except he only had a few. The man's entire body twitched to a stop, and he looked up at the sky with absolute disgust.
For trapping him here, he'd kick someone's ass. He'd kick someone's ass for giving him a weird injection too. But for making cigarettes an almost extinct commodity he'd slit someone's damn throat.
He settled on putting it between his lips unlit.
After trudging in what he thought was the wrong direction, Hijikata crossed new territory. The sun was low in the sky by the time he reached what appeared to be a building, and the man's hands fumbled with the lighter in his pocket. He squinted, unsure if the structure was even real.
Crunch. Crunch. The sound had died out at some point, inaudible from repetition, but returned as each step meant a realization of safe haven or desperation induced hallucination.
It wasn't until Hijikata crossed the threshold that he accepted the building as real. What met his eyes caused his cigarette to drop to the ground. Mechanically bending at the knees to pick it up, Hijikata put it right back in his mouth as if nothing so uncool had happened.
A store. A store full of food.
With trembling hands, Hijikata pulled items from the shelves, saliva pooling thick in his mouth. He explored the place thoroughly, shoving as many bags of edibles into his backpack as possible. And then into the pillowcase, for good measure.
And then he saw it. Mid-shoving a bag of chips into his things, there it was. An awful white perm. Hijikata's jaw twitched and his teeth snapped his cigarette at it's base.]
You-! [Finally, someone he could trust????????????]
II | For Gintoki+Stiles
[After an awkward, loud, and probably mutually embarrassing meeting, Gintoki and Hijikata took it to the streets, yo, and began arguing all the way back to the nearest house. Hijikata had never been to this particular pile of rubble, but if he was going to trust anyone's word, pathetically enough, it'd be odd jobs'.
What an awful place this was.
Their back and forth was impressive, to be sure, but unfortunately for Stiles, by the time they reached the door, they were both drained. Only tired eyes glaring at one another and scowls competing for the title of alpha-frown, one to make the most jaded of men proud, remained by the time Hijikata's fingers wrapped around the doorknob and opened the door.
He pushed himself in first, no matter what Gintoki had thought the plan was.]
You said you've stayed here before?
Location P3 - convenience store | O3 - building 74
Date: DAY 005 evening | DAY 005 night
Summary: Hijikata runs into his favorite person | And proceeds to subject a poor third party to their bickering
Warnings: None
I | For Gintoki
[Hijikata's previous encounter with another human being had gone about as well as any paranoia induced surprise attack could have gone. The only satisfying parts of the encounter had been the opportunity to hit someone and receiving a few charity cigarettes. Enabling his nicotine addiction was one of the fastest ways to Hijikata's heart, and he managed to even feel a bit bad for jumping the guy.
But answers hadn't been forthcoming, and the man wasn't entirely sure he trusted this 'Tim' to truly be just another wanderer in no-mayo ice hell.
He hadn't slept at all that night.
Tired eyes glared down at boots crunching in the fresh snow. For a moment, it didn't seem as if they could possibly belong to him. His feet were cold, not whatever slab of flesh resided in the thinnest pair of standard-issue footwear making tracks in the wasteland surrounding him.
Today he'd go north.
Hijikata raised a hand to his mouth, fingers poised to set a cigarette between his lips. Except he only had a few. The man's entire body twitched to a stop, and he looked up at the sky with absolute disgust.
For trapping him here, he'd kick someone's ass. He'd kick someone's ass for giving him a weird injection too. But for making cigarettes an almost extinct commodity he'd slit someone's damn throat.
He settled on putting it between his lips unlit.
After trudging in what he thought was the wrong direction, Hijikata crossed new territory. The sun was low in the sky by the time he reached what appeared to be a building, and the man's hands fumbled with the lighter in his pocket. He squinted, unsure if the structure was even real.
Crunch. Crunch. The sound had died out at some point, inaudible from repetition, but returned as each step meant a realization of safe haven or desperation induced hallucination.
It wasn't until Hijikata crossed the threshold that he accepted the building as real. What met his eyes caused his cigarette to drop to the ground. Mechanically bending at the knees to pick it up, Hijikata put it right back in his mouth as if nothing so uncool had happened.
A store. A store full of food.
With trembling hands, Hijikata pulled items from the shelves, saliva pooling thick in his mouth. He explored the place thoroughly, shoving as many bags of edibles into his backpack as possible. And then into the pillowcase, for good measure.
And then he saw it. Mid-shoving a bag of chips into his things, there it was. An awful white perm. Hijikata's jaw twitched and his teeth snapped his cigarette at it's base.]
You-! [Finally, someone he could trust????????????]
II | For Gintoki+Stiles
[After an awkward, loud, and probably mutually embarrassing meeting, Gintoki and Hijikata took it to the streets, yo, and began arguing all the way back to the nearest house. Hijikata had never been to this particular pile of rubble, but if he was going to trust anyone's word, pathetically enough, it'd be odd jobs'.
What an awful place this was.
Their back and forth was impressive, to be sure, but unfortunately for Stiles, by the time they reached the door, they were both drained. Only tired eyes glaring at one another and scowls competing for the title of alpha-frown, one to make the most jaded of men proud, remained by the time Hijikata's fingers wrapped around the doorknob and opened the door.
He pushed himself in first, no matter what Gintoki had thought the plan was.]
You said you've stayed here before?