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maskormenacelogs2015-10-20 08:51 pm
sleight_of_hand) wrote in maskormenacelogs2015-10-20 08:51 pm
[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.
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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"Hi. I'm Harley. Harley Quinn."
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"N-nice to meet you, Miss Quinn."
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Wow, what was he supposed to do? Why was it so hard for him to come up with something to say.
"So, uh... what did they stick you with here?" he settled with. Better than continuing to stand there and look like an idiot, right?
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"I'm a counselor at a women's shelter nearby." And she was running late, but her job was used to it by now. As long as she kept actually appointments and didn't run off for days without calling anymore, putting up with her bad habits was fair trade for having a superpowered staff member in case of emergencies.
"Not to rub it in, but I think they were a little bit nicer to me than to you."
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She was pretty enough to get away with it.
"Really, I don't think I could listen to people whine all day, so I'll deal," he added, a bit of a sheepish smile coming to his face. "But hey, at least I get to stay in shape, right...?"
He let out a faint laugh at that, but it obviously took a bit of effort to get it out.
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She wordlessly reached out to take the pen he used to write citations and write her number on his palm.
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Did the planets align?
Did the stars start dying one by one?
Did Hell freeze over?
Wait, no, it couldn't be her real phone number. It was probably one of those bogus numbers that girls gave out to deter freaks. That was totally it, because there was no way this would actually happen.
...right?
"Th... thanks...?"
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"Don't you go wasting it, Tohru."
And she added a wink for good measure.
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He must have looked like a complete and utter idiot, especially given how many shades of red he was at the moment. Dammit...!
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"Well, don't let me keep you from your important traffic business!"
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