A; days 1-7 [even when there's black rain, and even when Company folks are executing people in said black rain, and even when the family registry bureau blows up sky-high, you Gotta Go To Work. especially if said work thrives on incidents like these; tragedy and destruction always feed the rumor mill, and Itsuki's having quite a time keeping it all straight.]
[which doesn't mean he can't keep it straight, especially for any curious and willing to pay customers who're looking to contact a relatively cheap information broker. whether it's at itsuki's hole in the wall in old town, in the under city tunnels, or a shady bar -- Itsuki's ready to pass on the news. His eyes flick, and his face morphs into a slow, lazy smile as he's approached.]
Looking for something? [OR, ALTERNATIVELY] Man... Really... Can't at least one of my customers be a cute girl? The number of scraggly, unwashed grunting types always goes up when things get down, like clockwork. Ahhh, just my luck.
[he's not insulting anyone okay that's just ur imagination]
B; days 1-4
Hey, hey!
[a quick, discordant voice cuts through the otherwise silent night. this is the sort of night where Westerlies know how to keep their head down, partly to avoid the rain and partly to avoid suspicion. hurrying past and to their homes with nary a peep. and usually, Itsuki goes with the flow too. He's not a rebel, and he's not that big of a soft-heart to stick his neck out and gain attention, and he knows when to keep his own irritated thoughts behind closed doors. that is. usually.]
Look, officer, is all this really necessary? [Itsuki asks, spreading his arms out in the universal sign of 'I SURRENDER' as two Company employees give him unamused stares. He was just about to enter a bar before ] Come on, look at my face! You can't tell me that someone as good-looking as me's a trouble-maker! Besides, I go to this bar all the time. Just go in and ask the Madam, she likes me. Seriously, just because you two don't know how to unwind doesn't mean I don't --
[One of them steps forward THREATENINGLY and Itsuki shrinks back accordingly, still with the same insolent grin on his face though. nice itsuki]
Man, persistence is so unattractive in a guy. You'll never get popular with the girls if you don't learn to let up -- what was that? You're married? Really? I hope you're not this prickly towards your missus then -- hey, what are you -- ow!! Oww!!
[One grabs Itsuki's waving arm and wrenches it behind him, and he lets out an indignant squawk as the other probably like pulls out a HANDY BATON. SAVE ITSUKI!!! or just tell him to fork over his id already]
C; Days 5-7. eulogy
[whether you're trying to sneak in, you're already in but you're staring everyone down with poorly-disguised murderous intent, or you're part and parcel with all the thugs around (but seem to have lost your way??), Itsuki puts in his unwanted two cents from the doorway of a particularly seedy establishment.]
Need some help there?
[he'll take pity on those who aren't cool enough to mingle with criminals, really. he has the best intentions at heart!! please trust him. and ignore the fact that being in eulogy just makes him untrustworthy by principle.]
[OOC: also I'll write up starters so anyone who wants to hit up further plotting beyond these prompts let me embrace you]
itsuki kagami | OTA!! | week one
A; days 1-7
[even when there's black rain, and even when Company folks are executing people in said black rain, and even when the family registry bureau blows up sky-high, you Gotta Go To Work. especially if said work thrives on incidents like these; tragedy and destruction always feed the rumor mill, and Itsuki's having quite a time keeping it all straight.]
[which doesn't mean he can't keep it straight, especially for any curious and willing to pay customers who're looking to contact a relatively cheap information broker. whether it's at itsuki's hole in the wall in old town, in the under city tunnels, or a shady bar -- Itsuki's ready to pass on the news. His eyes flick, and his face morphs into a slow, lazy smile as he's approached.]
Looking for something? [OR, ALTERNATIVELY] Man... Really... Can't at least one of my customers be a cute girl? The number of scraggly, unwashed grunting types always goes up when things get down, like clockwork. Ahhh, just my luck.
[he's not insulting anyone okay that's just ur imagination]
B; days 1-4
Hey, hey!
[a quick, discordant voice cuts through the otherwise silent night. this is the sort of night where Westerlies know how to keep their head down, partly to avoid the rain and partly to avoid suspicion. hurrying past and to their homes with nary a peep. and usually, Itsuki goes with the flow too. He's not a rebel, and he's not that big of a soft-heart to stick his neck out and gain attention, and he knows when to keep his own irritated thoughts behind closed doors. that is. usually.]
Look, officer, is all this really necessary? [Itsuki asks, spreading his arms out in the universal sign of 'I SURRENDER' as two Company employees give him unamused stares. He was just about to enter a bar before ] Come on, look at my face! You can't tell me that someone as good-looking as me's a trouble-maker! Besides, I go to this bar all the time. Just go in and ask the Madam, she likes me. Seriously, just because you two don't know how to unwind doesn't mean I don't --
[One of them steps forward THREATENINGLY and Itsuki shrinks back accordingly, still with the same insolent grin on his face though. nice itsuki]
Man, persistence is so unattractive in a guy. You'll never get popular with the girls if you don't learn to let up -- what was that? You're married? Really? I hope you're not this prickly towards your missus then -- hey, what are you -- ow!! Oww!!
[One grabs Itsuki's waving arm and wrenches it behind him, and he lets out an indignant squawk as the other probably like pulls out a HANDY BATON. SAVE ITSUKI!!! or just tell him to fork over his id already]
C; Days 5-7. eulogy
[whether you're trying to sneak in, you're already in but you're staring everyone down with poorly-disguised murderous intent, or you're part and parcel with all the thugs around (but seem to have lost your way??), Itsuki puts in his unwanted two cents from the doorway of a particularly seedy establishment.]
Need some help there?
[he'll take pity on those who aren't cool enough to mingle with criminals, really. he has the best intentions at heart!! please trust him. and ignore the fact that being in eulogy just makes him untrustworthy by principle.]
[OOC: also I'll write up starters so anyone who wants to hit up further plotting beyond these prompts let me embrace you]