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[Open] I've Walked these Familiar Paths

WHO: Tohru Adachi and OPEN
WHERE: Heropa; on the street, around town, and at the police precinct.
WHEN: After the swear in; for the rest of the month of October.
WHAT: Catch all log of Adachi settling in and slowly losing his mind.
WARNINGS: Gun use, Adachi being Adachi.

IN TOWN
The alarm went off like always.

Adachi threw it across the room.

He ended up his usual ten minutes late to work because he fell asleep again, and ended up having to endure the same usual lecture he always did. It wasn't nearly as effective as when Dojima-san did it, and he ended up zoning out long before it was ever over. He welcomed the moment when he could hit the street, but that didn't exactly last very long. Just... walking down the street, checking meters, writing out tickets... rinse, repeat, add yawning.

He was well through his fifth ticket for the day before he let his arms drop to his sides, staring up at the morning sky as it slowly crept its way toward afternoon.

"Ahh... I'm so bored already..."

AT THE STATION - SHOOTING RANGE
There was about only one good thing about America, in that they handed guns off to just about anyone, even simple traffic cops. Then again, considering one of his new "powers" involved being a damn good shot, it wasn't too much of a stretch to believe he'd just be handed a gun.

...but man; did it have to be an automatic?

He hated automatics, and not just because they weren't exactly prevalent around Japan. There was no challenge to them; just point and squeeze trigger. Done. It was annoying, and he wanted his Nambu M60 back. He missed the feel of the grip, how it had been smoothed to the exact fit of his hand, even though he couldn't take it home with him...

Adachi let out a sad sigh, leveling his gun at the target in the range and squeezing the trigger, hitting dead center with barely any effort or need to correct his aim. It was boring, really; the only reason he was even bothering with this "practice" was because he didn't really have anything else to do.

Except write more tickets.

Ugh.

AT THE GROCERY
It was funny how he had a little more money than before, and he still resorted to the usual cabbage and ramen for food. Adachi paused as he started toward the check out, making a face at the contents of his basket. It wasn't even good ramen either; it was that cheep stuff that you could find at any gas station for barely any yen. He really needed something to try and balance this out...

His hand snapped out, grabbing a chocolate bar and a few other things from the "buy me before you leave!" section of the check out line, before paying for his food.

He didn't realize that one of the things he grabbed was a lighter until he was out on the sidewalk around the grocery. Of course, he didn't smoke -- he had no interest in poisoning his body like that, thanks. But Dojima-san smoked like it was going out of style, and he had a habit of losing, running out, or just outright forgetting his lighter. He got sick of seeing him grumbling about not getting his smoke in, so he made sure to keep one on him at all times, just in case.

Apparently, picking up his usual food wasn't the only habit he still resorted to.

Adachi grumbled under his breath, heading over to the nearest garbage, fully intending to throw the thing out. His hand froze just above the trash, though, his fingers refusing to open and let the stupid thing go.

"Tch..."

Stupid "bonds"; he stuffed the lighter into his pocket in annoyance, giving the trash can a swift kick, as if it was that thing's fault that he couldn't let go.

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"You know-" Said idly from his side, not that Adachi is listening per say, especially through those noise cancellation headphones, if he opts to wear them.

"Moving targets, are far more fun." His sentence finishing, again whether Adachi is listening or not, or if he can even hear him. But whether he's deaf to the words or ignoring them, it'll be hard to ignore the sudden cards thrown at the target next to his. One, two- three, cards. The first stabbing into the center, the second just below it, and the third cutting through the first two, perpendicular to both. Certainly not bullets, so not from a gun of course, and he'll see no gun upon looking to his side at who ever threw them.

Some man in a bright red suit with pink hair. He doesn't look like a cop... is this shooting range restricted access? How'd he get in here? Oh well. Or hey you could ask, unless of course it's public, but then Hisoka wouldn't really care either way.

A glance to him finally, his mouth pulled into a slim smile.

"And you look like you could use some fun."

Adachi didn't hear what the person was saying, but he did see the cards lashing out suddenly from the stand next to his. His gun snapped over immediately, tracking the cards, but he managed to stay his hand, mostly out of confusion. There was a lot of things weird about this; first of all, who the hell in their right minds uses cards to attack? And what the hell were those cards made from that they could actually stab into something like that?

...more importantly, he realized he could have totally shot at least one of them down if he had actually pulled the trigger. Hunh, so that's what having "sharpshooter" as a power meant?

After a moment, he pulled off his noise cancellers, peering over at the... well, "weirdo" was an acceptable descriptor, right? At the very least, the guy looked like he could be the Pierrot on his Arcana.

...and what the hell was with everyone being so much taller than him!? Sheesh.

"Uh... what do you mean?" he managed to get out, averting his eyes slightly, if only so it didn't look like he was staring.

They're simple cars of course! Moments after, a few pieces of them seem to flutter to the ground, so at least they seem to be normal? What Hisoka is paying more attention to is how fast this man was at tracking his cards. He wasn't really trying to throw them that fast, but his own general speed was something of a marvel. So Adachi's gun tracking them like that, shot at them or not- he noticed, it was the sort of thing he would notice.

How intriguing.

Hisoka himself isn't nearly as intriguing as he could be dress wise. His suit, is bright, as is his hair, and the yellow lipstick hear wears coupled with red eyeliner certainly makes him look like a weirdo, it's up to Adachi whether he can pull it off or not. But it's certainly not as weird as his harem pants, card suit crop tops, and face painted shapes. He's caught Hisoka on a work day, so a suit it is- or well, Hisoka has caught him on a work day.

He's also standing a good amount taller too, 4 inches to be exact, if Adachi looks down to see a pair of yellow heeled boots on this person's feet. Sorry Adachi, you're up against a current 6'5.5" height.

"What do you think?" A light laugh, raising a brow as he pulls out another card, idly flipping it between his fingers as he continues to face the targets.

"You look bored. Am I wrong?"

...yeah, he'll just settle for weirdo. Weirdo that is unfair levels of tall; he let out an unsettled noise as he stared up, up, and up. Geeze, he thought he had been annoyed with the brat just being two inches taller than him.

"Well... you're not wrong," Adachi admitted, reaching to rub at the back of his neck. "There's only so much to do here."

"Oh, did you just arrive then?" Cocking his head a little and finally meeting his gaze. He'll give him a fond smile, setting the hand still holding a hard near his hip.

"I've yet to see you here, though we are rather spread out."

"Yeah, I just arrived this month," Adachi replied, eyeing that hand and the card he was holding. Seriously, why cards? Was he going to challenge him to a duel or something? How lame.

"I'm Tohru Adachi; I was assigned as a traffic cop here."

"That explains it then, though I'm not sure I would remember that face just yet, or if I will." Not much of a reason to remember it just yet. His comment is meant to bite a little, but not much, they're the words of a fickle man after all, there's only so much you can expect.

"An office cop?" His brows furrow a little. "I see."

"Were you before? Or perhaps something similar? They can have quite the sense of humour here, as can the Porter."

Adachi tried and failed not to make a face at the weirdo. Not memorable? Office Cop? Cheeky little...!

"I was a detective before I was dragged here," he replied, before he let out a sigh. "It's still not the most glamorous job, but being punted back down to the bottom still kind of sucks."

He's a bit cheeky, yes, but anything to get a reaction, or perhaps instigate further interaction.

"A demotion? Task- how does that feel? Or does your ego not deflate so easily? Though maybe 'sucks' is a good enough description. Surely you have a hobby that makes you feel like a bigger man?"

Why the heck did this guy even care? Adachi was already being torn between being unsettled and being annoyed, not sure which one was stronger at the moment.

"Hobbies?" he asked. "Er... well, I don't mind getting into some TV every now and then?"

...that was awful.

Between unsettled and annoyed sounds about right. And to be honest he really doesn't care, not yet. He's probing to see if he does. So far, not- really. But he's at least showing to be amusing enough to pass the time for now.

Unfortunately though, his lack of knowledge about the Midnight Channel means that joke won't nearly be as clever as it could be. But it is funny for a completely different reason.

He lifts a hand to cover his mouth, laughing under his breath and trailing his fingers over his lips once it quiets down. He sets his gaze back on him, eyebrows knitting on his forehead.

"How dreadful, I wonder if you've always been this dull? This place could change that though, one can only hope."

"D-dull?" Adachi squeaked out, looking more like he had witnessed his goldfish being murdered. "I'm not dull at all, really!"

He just couldn't say why; he didn't feel like going around with people giving him suspicious looks all the time. Besides, this wasn't his world; he wasn't exactly keen on going back to jail when his crimes were done elsewhere.

"You're not?" Brows up, tilting his head a little.

"I don't believe you. But I will say you've got-" Looking back to the targets.

"Quite the aim, so perhaps you're more than you seem." A sly look over to him from the corner of his eye. "But like I said before, moving targets are more fun- and would better show what you can do, maybe you just got lucky." A shrug up of his hands, feigning dismissal.

"I'd be willing to have you prove it though, if you're willing." But why would you be, who even is this guy right? Or are you going to keep being dull and turn him down?

Adachi let out an awkward noise at the mention of his aim, absently hiding the gun behind his back, like that was supposed to make it look like the display before was totally the weird guy's imagination. Though he couldn't help the interested look in his eyes at the mention of probing that he wasn't dull.

"Uh... how?"

"Well, why don't we do something fun?"

Oh boy.

"Like...?"

"Isn't that what I should be asking? Or do you need me to pick?"

"Well, you are the one that proposed doing something interesting," Adachi replied, rolling his eyes skyward. "I mean, why'd you say that if you didn't have anything in mind?"

"Yeah, I realize that, but I was trying to give you the chance to impress me with your creativity. I suppose I expected too much then, what a shame~" Rolling your eyes at him, really? Just how old are you, hm?

"I can think of something easily, but this isn't about me." Actually it is. You're just entertainment for him. But it's nice when he makes it about you, right? Well- it would be nice if he was some weirdo shoving at you to hang out with him.

Ass.

Adachi let out an annoyed noise, moving to holster his gun instead of holding it behind him like an idiot. Geeze, was this guy just going to annoy him? Like there weren't enough people around to give him a hard time. If he wanted to deal with this, he would be trying harder to find a way back to his world.

"Look, if you're just going to bother me..."

"I'm looking to have fun with you, not bother you." Though really they could mean the same thing. He'll smile though, a softer one this time, moving to pocket the hand holding the deck of cards he had used before to strike at the targets.

"How about we do two things, I can choose first to give you some ideas, do you think you can handle that?"

Adachi paused at that, rubbing at the back of his neck. Wow, he got friendly and nice all of a sudden...

"Uh... sure?"

Not long later. . .

It's up to Adachi if he thought it would go in this direction. Some how Hisoka's idea led them to a very high train bridge not far out of town, he even led him onto a bus to get there. The two of them stand on the edge of it above a man made reservoir. A rather nicely kept body of water at least? The bridge is sturdy though, even if you can get a bit of vertigo looking down through the tracks.

"Hmmm~" A hum to himself as he leans forward a little to look down at the water below, hands on his hips.

"This will work."

The level of nervousness on Adachi's face couldn't even be described. He carefully shuffled forward to peer over the side, before jerking back just as quickly. Nope, nope; not looking down that way ever again.

"Uh... w-work for what...?"

"What do you think?" Said with a coy smile, leaning towards Adachi a little.

[Open] I've Walked these Familiar Paths

Shooting Range

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lemme know if this is okay!

Oh torment him however you want; 99% of the time he deserves it.

haha aight, well same for you, i just meant the time skip though :^U

OH pff yeah, that's fine

Wicked

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