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Post by Hinata Ueno on Sept 13, 2017 14:26:06 GMT
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It was one of those nights.
His stocks of instant ramen and chips back at his apartment have run dry and Hinata found himself walking in the streets of residential Shibuya in the middle of the night. He could have done this tomorrow, but he figured it'd be best to get it out of the way soon. If he was to look at his watch, it'd been a bit after midnight. It was pretty much just him on the long stretch of the road. No other strangers; no nothing. Well, almost. On his back was a half-opened backpack, where his Elecmon sat rather uncomfortably.
"Hey, hey, are we there yet?" Taro asked with a childish whine. Hinata could feel his legs scramble inside the pack he stuffed the digimon in. Taro's head was the only thing outside the bag, and with the lack of space for his body inside, any tiny movement could be felt.
"No," he answered nonchalantly.
"I see bright lights on a sign over there though."
"Yes."
Just as Taro had pointed out, it didn't take long for Hinata to reach the convinience store. A greeting from the employee by the cashier eventually turned into a yawn before he could even finish it. Hinata paid no mind to the guy behind the register and went straight to the aisles of the store with a shopping basket he got from the entrance. At first glance, it seemed that he was the only one around. Squatting to reach those on the lower rows, he started filling up the basket with junk food.
"Hey get that one," Taro whispered, turning and shifting from his position at the bag to face the rows of goods Hinata was raiding. "The one with red packaging, please. I liked that." He remained still afterwards, eyes still on the particular brand of chips he wanted.
Hinata grumbled. They've been doing this for a while now, sneaking his digimon out of his apartment once in a while. Even then, there still wasn't a time where he got him to do what he wanted. "Yeah, maybe you should talk louder." Regardless of his disappointment, his hands still grabbed for the treat that the Elecmon wanted. Maybe he's been spoiling him too much.
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Post by Kimura Kyōryoku on Sept 13, 2017 16:08:51 GMT
It was one of those late night that Kimura enjoyed so much. Peace, serenity, the moon in the night sky with it's luxurious glow. All to sell a couple of seeds and stems to some dumb underlings who just joined up with their group. Sometimes, he's thankful he doesn't hang out with a clique anymore. The recruits only get dumber and dumber every time. Come through to the spot around the corner, there's no DT's around, it's totally safe. Whatever, he was getting there sooner than later, just as some late night shopper entered on his snack trip.
For now, he just loitered the store front waiting for these boys to pick up their purchase order. Couple of quick bucks for barely any product? Fuck yeah. Hell, maybe he'll get himself something nice afterwards. After a couple of minutes, they came around and the exchange was made. The conversation that happened afterwards bothered him a bit, giving the two hooligans a cold stare as they pointed and laughed at the young man inside. With a click of his tongue, Kimura told them it was late and they should fuck off back to where they came from. Maybe now there was a better incentive to go into the store and buy something.
Entering the convenience store after the few harsh words, he strolled through the aisles trying to find something worth while. Condensed sugar and empty calories, everyone's favorite. It was starting to get colder, so ice cream was out of the question. Down onto the next aisle, chips galore, Lays, Doritos, Fritos, Et Cetera. He saw the male in front of him pick up a bag of regular ole' nacho cheese doritos, soon noticing the little red-head popping out the bag. Something told him that he might want something a little better. Crouching down, he picked up that purple sweet chili, shit's fire yo.
Patting the red fur from the bag, Kimura was trying to get the young man's attention, "Nah, I think you're looking for this one fam. If you ain't had, it's valid, I'm telling you," and there goes the ice breaker. What flavor of American branded, dusted tortilla chips is better. He seemed like the type of guy that only ate the same few things each day. Ramen, Pocky, Chips. Gotta teach him what the spice of life is: Variety. For a plush, this red-fur thing was mad soft, still keeping his hand on it unwittingly. Honestly felt nice enough against his finger tips to slowly shift his hand back and forth, almost petting it. |
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Post by Masaru Moto on Sept 13, 2017 17:43:07 GMT
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SC19 - Poop Toss MONster Go night. That's what they liked to call it. Every now and then Masaru and Taki got bored of being a mundane human and a stay-at-home-mon and forayed into the streets at night in Shibuya-ku. Messing around with other people's digimon was a tricky business, but stragglers came in from the digital world all the time. And if they weren't culled, then the commonfolk were definitely going to start notice. Masaru was fiddling with his D-Power before sliding it into his pocket as he entered the convenience store for some lucky Pocky chocolate rolls (his favorite) and strawberry gummies (Taki's favorite). But lo and behold, he saw a familiar face chatting it up at the store's cashier area. If it wasn't Kimura, that sly dogge and Mr. Charmer extraordinaire. Honestly, if someone were to be the poster child of a manipulative nightmare no-gooder, it was probably this guy. "Kyoryoku-kun, heckling someone again?" he asked mischievously as he wandered over, though his gaze caught the half-open backpack with some red thing stuffed into it. As if on cue, Masaru's own rustled, though normally Taki was super stealthy and also blended into the dark being, you know, a black agumon. Masaru nod to the guy he didn't know and introduced himself, though he refrained from touching what was obviously someone else's digimon. "Moto Masaru. I think we might just be backpack buddies."Hinata Ueno , Kimura Kyōryoku | [attr="class","iconb"] [attr="class","iconimage"] [attr="class","iconh"] I want you now
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Post by Hinata Ueno on Sept 14, 2017 3:07:58 GMT
Fam? When did you start talking like...?
It took him a moment to realize that he wasn't alone anymore. Hinata felt the Elecmon on his pack tense up, unlike simply keeping still as he'd always do. A differently flavored Doritos bag came into his peripheral, held by someone crouched beside him. Hinata did hear someone else enter the store after him, though he thought he could simply dismiss it and go on with his business. He wasn't too keen on being friendly with strangers, but he guessed he couldn't ignore the good mannered gestures either.
"Well, if you say so." And the bag went to the shopping basket. He wasn't particular to spicy food, as the 'purple sweet chili' implied, but he guessed he could always just feed it to Taro should he not find it good. Turning to his shoulder to try and identify the male he was talking to, he found the stranger's hands on Taro's head. Was he petting him? "What are you doing?" His tone was more confused than hostile. Now, he wouldn't be raising a brow if he was a kid who simply found the Elecmon to be adorable.
He'd be waiting for an answer if not for another voice addressing this Kyoryoku-kun. His eyes went to him, careful not to turn his stare into a glare. The introduction definitely wasn't the best though. Backpack buddies? Hinata made a note to change the bag he carries Taro to something else if it attracts shady people at night. "Do you people usually go to convenience stores to make friends?" Half of it was a legit question, while the other was a sarcastic remark. "I mean- Hi, my name is Hinata. Let's be backpack buddies."
Maybe this was the reason why he seldom does his shopping in the middle of the night.
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Post by Kimura Kyōryoku on Sept 14, 2017 11:52:57 GMT
As they'd just started talking, the doors opened once more, ringing the bell to cite that yet another person had entered the store. Didn't know this place got so popular after dark, except for maybe some drunks and winos. Kimura's gaze didn't change from being right in front of him though, assuming it had been someone whom he didn't know. Besides, it was rude to turn away once a conversation was just starting, especially with the young man accepting his offer. Although it was initially a generous suggestion, it only lead to confusion as he looked back to ask him just what he had been doing. Honestly, he was also a little confused as to what was being asked, given that it was obvious to him.
Before he could reaffirm the basic idea that he was simply suggesting a better flavor, a familiar voice filled his head. Turning his eyes to the peripheral, it was Masaru Moto, king of broken ice. Smirking at his senior, although it may have not conveyed the best sense of trust in his teammate. "It's been a while, hasn't it, Moto?" The rhetorical method in which he addressed it could only leave more to be desired. They had gone to the same high school yet hadn't really interacted until a couple of parties ran by their contemporaries. Possibly why it bothered him that someone who he didn't exactly consider a peer was calling him by his given name. It wasn't an act of disrespect, just casual alliance from their current situation in nightmare.
Before they could divulge into a full conversation about the last time they've spoken or even been in the same room, Masaru was doing what he did best. Breaking the ice. There was a certain humor in how he spoke and the responses he elicited from others. What was originally a sarcastic jab because a quick acceptance of his offer to be 'backpack buddies'. Was it the alliteration, the tone, the environment? Over all these factors, it had to be the insinuation-- that word 'might' driving him to say yes as someone else had already wholeheartedly agreed to the idea.
Actually, what had Masaru been carrying? Or did he need something else to carry-- people don't seek him out just to say hello. "Any reason you're carrying that bag so late at night? Maybe you need something?" Kimura continued to skirt the issue that brought him hear originally, subtly talking about the general fare of nightmare business. General fare for him, at least. Others definitely made their living by other, more barbaric means. Who was he to judge these dumb kids they had coming in? As far as he knew, his seniors were usually prowling for more. . . exciting experiences. |
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Post by Masaru Moto on Sept 14, 2017 15:17:10 GMT
Huh. This guy felt—could it be—just a tad bit on the hostile side? Well, that was alright. "Nah, I'm just hungry! But I like to be friendly. Better than making enemies everywhere you go, right, Hinata-kun?" His expression and tone of voice hinted at nothing possibly more than simple sincerity, but some things were just inexplicable. "And I'm glad you think so!" That was to being buddies. Yes, they were all buddies now. "It's true, I haven't seen you in forever," Masaru admitted to his kohai with the fantastic gelled hair. As to the question about why he was lugging around a bag in the hour of the wolf, Masaru only laughed and sheepishly put a hand to the back of his head. "Well, I was always a terrible student. Now that I'm in university and can stay up as late as I want, I like to go to the library around here. Much better than studying at home."He nodded enthusiastically to the teenager at the cashier who was giving them strange looks, hoping to offset the weird undertones of this entire three-way conversation. The kid looked away. "You'll see what I mean soon enough, Kyoryoku-kun. Maybe we can even do a study group sometime!
"After all, I heard you're smart."Truly, brimming with plain old positive vibes. Hinata Ueno , Kimura Kyōryoku | [attr="class","iconb"] [attr="class","iconimage"] [attr="class","iconh"] I want you now
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Post by Hinata Ueno on Sept 15, 2017 2:15:20 GMT
Hinata simply stared at Masaru, probably referred to as his backpack buddy now, before going back to choosing which ones from the shelf to stuff his basket with and muttering, "Sure, sure. Whatever makes you happy." An assortment filled his shopping list, exclusively consisting of unhealthy snacks and the like. Although he did not butt in in their reunion of sorts, Hinata kept an ear out. It wasn't that hard considering they were just beside him after all.
What are they talking about? Something about school, right? It was their business and Hinata wasn't too keen on squeezing himself in on their study group plans. He wasn't going to comment about the life of a university student considering he shared the same sentiments as him. From what he could infer from their exchange, they're supposed to be friends at least. They don't appear to be dangerous individuals at a glance either. Maybe he could just leave them alone and get finish his trip here.
"Yeah, let me know how that study group goes afterwards." He stood up, somewhat ignoring how the conversation between the two went afterwards, and walked straight to the display fridge. Placing the basket by his footing, he grabbed a two liter bottle of soda. The one with the green translucent container with the yellowish liquid was what he always had at home. "This one, right?" he asked his Elecmon. The reply he got from the red mammal was the slightest nod, not wanting to attract more attention.
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Post by Kimura Kyōryoku on Sept 15, 2017 4:09:31 GMT
Even when you extend your best wishes to others, some simply just do not take to them. They were both being hopeful and yet they were still rudely snubbed from their attempt at new friends. At least they had each other, striking up a new conversation from the flint and ashes of the last. Whatever, that kid had poor taste anyway, still shopping around as if he didn't know what he wanted. They all did, being in a store of mass produced carbs and sugars and horrid diet choices. The closer you got to midnight, the more you worried about the vices you'd commit.
Thankfully, the topic switched to Moto's new educational facility-- he'd gotten into a university. Congratulations were to be had. "Impressive. You always were a night owl anyway-- mind if I ask where you've enrolled to?" Such a bold question. Kimura wasn't judging his senpai, he just wanted to analyze what benefits he'd given himself in the choice of higher education. Although one of the many people this young man hadn't cared to get to know, he wasn't the most disgusting goon in nightmare. That title belonged to a slew of others. Maybe this conversation would make him one of the few gang members he could still respect in the downturn of this organization.
Even better was the offer to go study with him-- Gosh it'd been some time since he paid a decent amount of attention to his schooling. Getting into a good chemistry program was always an interest, unsure of the reality with the idea that it may've been a town or 2 over. Really should commit more thought to his future, even if he'd been laying down the blueprints slowly. Having some wiggle room on campus by meeting others before he started taking classes there would certainly add to his plans. "I definitely have to schedule some time with you on that one, I'd love to see the campus you're on. Tell me, what classes are you pursuing this time of the year?" More questions added to the mix.
The sarcasm from the boy they spoke with earlier was really starting to rub him the wrong way. A sharp exhale from his nose was the immediate response, but he covered it soon enough, "You can always come join us." Right after came a short mumble, "If you get that stick out your ass." Some of the people in Tokyo just didn't know how to chill. Maybe that was the best part of being in nightmare, it wasn't all that serious if you didn't make it out to be. Hell, it had been one of the more easy-going groups fighting for territory right now. |
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Post by Masaru Moto on Sept 17, 2017 2:48:54 GMT
"Gakugei," Masaru said, both of them knowing that it wasn't the best or the worst out there but just was. Much like Masaru's study habits, it was perfectly average. "I'm not sure what I wanted to do, exactly, so I'm taking general courses with some policy and education classes. I dunno, maybe I'll look into teaching."He of course noticed the non-nightmare of their group and their reluctance to friendliness, but unlike Kimura, Masaru didn't really mind it. People just were as they were, and if the kid wanted to slide out of their conversation and get on with his life then that was fine by him. The elephant in the room. Still, the boy grinned at his counterpart's hushed words. "You decide on what you wanna do, aside from punching people—I mean boxing?" Masaru said as he started to walk over to the stalls but keeping his voice loud enough for Kimura to hear. The conversation was kept light but Masaru wasn't sure if his buddy had picked up on the nuance of their conversation. Which was also fine, if he was being honest. So many people took Masaru at his face value cheery self, and he made it so easy. 'This one looks good,' he thought as he started grabbing boxes of chocolate pocky. Hinata Ueno , Kimura Kyōryoku | [attr="class","iconb"] [attr="class","iconimage"] [attr="class","iconh"] I want you now
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Post by Hinata Ueno on Sept 17, 2017 17:04:19 GMT
It was difficult for him to associate with the two, who already had an established relationship. Rather than being too comfortable with them, he figured leaving them to catch up with each other's lives was the least awkward option for him right now. He didn't plan on making friends on his trip to fill his cache after all, so it wasn't much of a loss for him. He was ready to take all the stuff in his basket to the counter after telling them his version of 'good luck' when the invitation came.
"C-Can I?"
He turned to face him, eagerness evident in his eyes. Up til now, there had been no study groups for him to join, whether it be from him getting work done by himself or simply because no one offered him. He hasn't really found the need to band up with others to get good grades until high school, but of course, lessons taught in the university were a level higher. That, or maybe Hinata simply cut back from trying too hard for school-related work after graduating.
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Post by Kimura Kyōryoku on Sept 17, 2017 19:49:49 GMT
It came as a surprise that someone within this violent street gang was thinking about pursuing a degree in education. At least, a surprise to those outside of its inner workings, all it got was a smirk for now. Gakudai was just like he said-- not the worst, not the best, but definitely a place where one could make something of themselves. They were the rising leaders in reforming education policy after all, along with many alumni's within the creative arts field. A nice find for any maturing adult, as long as they took the proper amount of time out of their life to handle it. Masaru certainly was getting into the mold of it, as far as he knew standing here talking to him. It wasn't as if the easygoing nature of this fellow belied a terrible student, just one that didn't stress too hard on exams.
"Gakudai seems like a good fit for you. I think it'll give you just what you need in life. That, and a place to mature," The jab was followed by a sly, yet smug smile. It wasn't as if his old acquaintance was some witless kid going throughout life with no purpose. It was all about finding that purpose and had just taken another step towards it. Good on him. As this thought poured out of his head, Kimura quickly absorbed the words of his old hobby, taking the time to chuckle. Yes, his chin had taken quite a few hits back in the day for the chance to send some hands right back. "My, it's been a while since I've put on the gloves, admittedly."
Inhaling deeply to another sharp exhale from his nose, there wasn't much time being taken about the current path of his life. Good time to confront that problem, the young man couldn't just keep quiet. "Guess I'll go back to my old habits. That's how today has been going. Deliveries and sales," Kimura shrugged as he spoke, noticing this had been the most lucrative day he'd had in months. It almost felt like a regular day, like not much had really changed at all. This way of thinking made him curious, "Crazy, not much is happening for once. How long do you think it'll stay that way?"
While asking that question, another was posed to the duo from the person they'd just tried to strike up a conversation with. Seems like he was coming around now, just a little bit more push when it came to shoving him through the door. "Why not, you're 'backpack buddies' with Moto now," The socialite crooked his head over to wherever in the store the voice was coming from, not directly looking for it. Not like they were bad people, it was out of their mentality to exclude others anyway. "Unless he's changed his mind now," Smirking as he teased the concept, there was no expectation of a 'no' to come up now. Just wasn't the way they were. |
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Post by Masaru Moto on Sept 19, 2017 23:23:09 GMT
Equally surprised at the wanting to include himself in their affairs, Hinata—of whom Masaru had just written off as perhaps a face he'd see in the crowd and little more—suddenly had the potential for more. "Of course not," Masaru said cheerfully. "Invitation is always open."He grabbed a few more treats with great efficiency, knowing exactly what he wanted and exactly what Taki wanted (the latter being excruciatingly picky, but at least predictable in habits). He'd return to the group and head to the cashier, all the while talking. "Man, I could never do sales. I mean, I'm a talker, but not that kind of talker." Whereas Kimura certainly had a reputation as that kind of talker. In a way, Masaru was envious, but not really. He liked the kind of person he was, and it was more interesting when people had different strengths and weaknesses. "Quiet, huh?" Things hadn't been so quiet from his perspective. But then again, Masaru had been keeping busy. As he handed the cashier the appropriate yen he looked back to Kimura first, and then Hinata. "Hey, Kyoryoku-kun—you staying out tonight? Come hang, it'll be fun." He pulled out his indigo digivice in the middle of the store, not really bothered by the cashier seeing as people always thought it was some kind of modern tamagatchi or something. "You too, Hinata-kun."Hinata Ueno Kimura Kyōryoku when the sun falls, then the moon lights
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Post by Hinata Ueno on Sept 21, 2017 14:55:59 GMT
Whatever tension he felt as he awaited for their response gradually faded. His expression eventually softened to a faint smile, before continuing to go over the things inside his basket and bringing it to the cashier after Moto had paid for his. He placed a bunch of snacks to stock his abode with and a bottle of dew over the counter, watching the person who manned the register scan each of the items, when he heard Moto turn the subject from something he couldn't relate to into something else.
He turned just in time to see Masaru take a digivice out. It took him a moment to stare and process what he was looking at. He hasn't seen anyone else bring it out in public, or at least seen another one besides his at all. "Uh... Sure." Unsure of how to respond, Hinata got his own digivice out subconsciously in an attempt to compare, which seemed identical to what he was staring at besides the color. The yellow did stand out a lot now that he could compare it to a better colored one. On second thought, was it even smart to bring out his?
Sir?
A voice sounded from behind, reminding Hinata of his purchase. He did a quick search for his back pocket for his wallet and paid for the appropriate amount. Everything was all bundled up in a plastic bag, which Hinata carried on his free hand. His eyes went from Masaru to Kimura, wondering if he too had one. He knew there were some according to what he's been reading on encrtype, but he never imagined to meet one considering he hasn't met another tamer in person since he became one. And so he sat there in a state of confusion, waiting for another voice to break his daze.
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Post by Kimura Kyōryoku on Sept 22, 2017 2:53:09 GMT
Kimura didn't usually find himself talking about things like this, but it was easiest to keep vague on the topic. Didn't want to bring it to light, talking about illegal activities usually brought people to assume the worst. Not that he cared for their opinion, but it seems like they were making a legitimate attempt to befriend this other college-bound kid. Could've easily became his classmate if they ended up at the same school, seeing each other every day. Didn't need rumors to spread about what he was doing with his life-- although there was no such thing as bad publicity. For just now, the young man decided walking down the path of caution was the best choice.
"All it takes is getting to know what they want and making them feel comfortable trying to get it, really," Yet another blanket statement about the job he'd been starting up again. True nonetheless, all sales came down to the person wanting something you'd have enough to pay you for it. Or convincing them that they want it enough, which is basically what he spoke of earlier. Just like Masaru wanted what he was picking up at the store, going to the counter to pay for them. It was almost that way, except he didn't have the luxury of showing all he had to people. Instead, the socialite simply explained it verbally, slow and precise to those who knew very little about what he had to trade.
Although it seemed like he was being agreed with, it also seemed like there was more to be desired from that answer. The slight rhetoric that there had been more going on that wasn't being paid attention to. However, the decision remained to take it at face value, maybe it was quiet. If he wanted to tell him otherwise, there was a better place than this convenience store. Definitely not a conversation to hold in front of others that weren't a part of their gang. There was always time to figure out what everyone had been up to later.
Now came a question that was more than intriguing for him-- staying out late tonight. It'd been such a long time since he'd been out with friends at such a late hour, given he wasn't communicating as much anymore. Kimura could only smirk at the idea of not going home at the expected hour and getting into some trouble. "Exactly what did you have planned tonight?" It was a simple question to gauge just how willing he'd be to partake. More like honest curiosity, no one just asks to say no. At least, knowing him, it was a moot point to ask and expect not to get dragged along. All in good fun, though. |
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Post by Masaru Moto on Sept 22, 2017 19:15:49 GMT
Rather than by word, Masaru lifted his digivice upwards towards Kimura, a radiating red dot beeping on its interface besides a few others, though those were far less strong. "Bioemergence," he said, like it was the most casual word in the world, and also so that his partner who still sat silent in his backpack could have some clue of the situation. Masaru had paid for his items and quickly shoved them in the small pocket of his bag before starting towards the door. Bioemergence was a quick, fleeting thing, and having a history of chasing after solo digimon in his spare time, Masaru didn't want to lose sight of his purpose tonight. As nice as the meeting was, he was out and about this late for a reason and that reason wasn't just snacks. "I'm going!" Masaru yelled back as he rushed through the door and towards the detection place. "Keep up!"Hinata Ueno Kimura Kyōryoku when the sun falls, then the moon lights
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