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maskormenacelogs2016-07-20 03:03 am
fistofthejoestar) wrote in maskormenacelogs2016-07-20 03:03 am
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race for the morning
WHO: Jonathan & YOU!!
WHERE: Heropa and Nonah
WHEN: any day in July after the 16th
WHAT: Just a nice normal open log of nice (mostly) normal daily activities.
WARNINGS: None! Will edit if this changes.
heropa;
[as much as Jonathan enjoys taking Hyperion to the park with him, there were times when he simply preferred the company of his own thoughts on a walk. at this point he's been ambling for quite a while, and as an open bench comes into sight he decides that a break is in order.
as soon as he's settled down comfortably, he fishes a pipe and its accessories out of a pocket; despite his young age he seems perfectly at ease with the thing, quickly packing the tobacco in and lighting it up. the smoke puffs out lazily as he shoves the other items back where they came, and Jonathan smiles contentedly.
of course, even in a quiet moment like this he's incapable of remaining completely still. barely five minutes have passed before his eyebrows furrow, an expression of soft curiosity taking up residence. he summons his stand, invisible to nearly all, and cocks his head inquisitively in the direction of his own smoke rings.]
What do you think? [he murmurs quietly] Can you make it?
[he can almost hear Josuke protesting that The World can't understand him, but it only makes him smile a little wider. the stand rises from its seat beside its master on the bench, floating through the back of it, to face the smoke rings. it begins to rapidly throw punches, each landing perfectly in the center of the ring, blows flying so fast that not a single wisp of smoke is disturbed.
Jonathan is completely enthralled, head tilting back as he continues erratically blowing smoke rings to try and test The World's speed and reach. it's so exciting that he utterly forgets how loony he must look to any passersby - or just how close to the edge of the bench he was sitting.
when he leans back again he finally hits his limit; with a startled cry Jonathan finds himself flat on his ass, pipe clattering out of his mouth as his back hits the ground. his stand notices immediately and floats to his aid, thoughtfully picking the discarded pipe up for him. the mishap doesn't seem to have gotten his spirits down at least, judging from the way he's already laughing as he picks himself up.]
nonah;
[Yuri Petrov lives in Nonah, whenever he's not nervously eyeing the infrastructure of a local prison. this would have little to no impact on Jonathan's daily life if he hadn't recently been assigned as the other man's probation officer, which meant regular (and mandatory) meetings.
it was hardly fair to force his probationee to do all the travel, which means that he'll have to swallow his everlasting embarrassment and actually revisit the city that witnessed his awful mistake so many months ago. no that he wants to, but...when has he ever been able to avoid unpleasant obligations, really?
so he's decided to do a test run of sorts, to try and ease himself into traveling the city. Jonathan has been puttering around Nonah all day, too on edge to really settle into doing any one thing. no matter where he is, however, his stomach remains a constant; the incessant growling eventually chases him into a nearby cafe, although honestly he's glad to have some sort of purpose.
the place is crowded - if he wants a table he's going to have to share it with someone else. as he tries to navigate his bulky self without knocking anything over, some of the various flyers strewn about catch his eye; he picks one up idly, intending to peruse it while waiting for a seat to open up.
as fate would have it, it's an ad for a gay club. Jonathan sighs and gently places it back down, his ears already burning red. he backs up a little too hastily, bumping into someone in the midst of his retreat.]
Ah! Please excuse me.
heropa strikes back;
[no matter how much Jonathan feels he's improved with this world's staggeringly advanced technology, there always seems to be something waiting in the shadows to forcefully remind him how much there still was to learn. today, that reminder is deviously small.
he's walking home from doing some odds and ends at the club, a stack of unrelated books tucked under one arm and a music player in the other. it had been a gift sent in by an overeager fan of the show, and while Jonathan was never truly comfortable accepting presents of this nature this one happened to arrive with no return address. none of the other employees had wanted it...and, well, he can't say he minds having some music at his fingertips whenever he wants.
of course, he hadn't accounted for the fact that such devices were made for people of a different stature. no matter how delicately he tries to finagle things, his fingers are simply too large for the little player and its even smaller touchscreen. he tries his pinky this time - and once again ends up accidentally in the language settings.
he stops short suddenly, letting out a soft sigh of frustration.]
And I'd thought the phone was a dreadful pain...
[ooc; if you want a different prompt, feel free to pm me and I'll set you up c:]
WHERE: Heropa and Nonah
WHEN: any day in July after the 16th
WHAT: Just a nice normal open log of nice (mostly) normal daily activities.
WARNINGS: None! Will edit if this changes.
heropa;
[as much as Jonathan enjoys taking Hyperion to the park with him, there were times when he simply preferred the company of his own thoughts on a walk. at this point he's been ambling for quite a while, and as an open bench comes into sight he decides that a break is in order.
as soon as he's settled down comfortably, he fishes a pipe and its accessories out of a pocket; despite his young age he seems perfectly at ease with the thing, quickly packing the tobacco in and lighting it up. the smoke puffs out lazily as he shoves the other items back where they came, and Jonathan smiles contentedly.
of course, even in a quiet moment like this he's incapable of remaining completely still. barely five minutes have passed before his eyebrows furrow, an expression of soft curiosity taking up residence. he summons his stand, invisible to nearly all, and cocks his head inquisitively in the direction of his own smoke rings.]
What do you think? [he murmurs quietly] Can you make it?
[he can almost hear Josuke protesting that The World can't understand him, but it only makes him smile a little wider. the stand rises from its seat beside its master on the bench, floating through the back of it, to face the smoke rings. it begins to rapidly throw punches, each landing perfectly in the center of the ring, blows flying so fast that not a single wisp of smoke is disturbed.
Jonathan is completely enthralled, head tilting back as he continues erratically blowing smoke rings to try and test The World's speed and reach. it's so exciting that he utterly forgets how loony he must look to any passersby - or just how close to the edge of the bench he was sitting.
when he leans back again he finally hits his limit; with a startled cry Jonathan finds himself flat on his ass, pipe clattering out of his mouth as his back hits the ground. his stand notices immediately and floats to his aid, thoughtfully picking the discarded pipe up for him. the mishap doesn't seem to have gotten his spirits down at least, judging from the way he's already laughing as he picks himself up.]
nonah;
[Yuri Petrov lives in Nonah, whenever he's not nervously eyeing the infrastructure of a local prison. this would have little to no impact on Jonathan's daily life if he hadn't recently been assigned as the other man's probation officer, which meant regular (and mandatory) meetings.
it was hardly fair to force his probationee to do all the travel, which means that he'll have to swallow his everlasting embarrassment and actually revisit the city that witnessed his awful mistake so many months ago. no that he wants to, but...when has he ever been able to avoid unpleasant obligations, really?
so he's decided to do a test run of sorts, to try and ease himself into traveling the city. Jonathan has been puttering around Nonah all day, too on edge to really settle into doing any one thing. no matter where he is, however, his stomach remains a constant; the incessant growling eventually chases him into a nearby cafe, although honestly he's glad to have some sort of purpose.
the place is crowded - if he wants a table he's going to have to share it with someone else. as he tries to navigate his bulky self without knocking anything over, some of the various flyers strewn about catch his eye; he picks one up idly, intending to peruse it while waiting for a seat to open up.
as fate would have it, it's an ad for a gay club. Jonathan sighs and gently places it back down, his ears already burning red. he backs up a little too hastily, bumping into someone in the midst of his retreat.]
Ah! Please excuse me.
heropa strikes back;
[no matter how much Jonathan feels he's improved with this world's staggeringly advanced technology, there always seems to be something waiting in the shadows to forcefully remind him how much there still was to learn. today, that reminder is deviously small.
he's walking home from doing some odds and ends at the club, a stack of unrelated books tucked under one arm and a music player in the other. it had been a gift sent in by an overeager fan of the show, and while Jonathan was never truly comfortable accepting presents of this nature this one happened to arrive with no return address. none of the other employees had wanted it...and, well, he can't say he minds having some music at his fingertips whenever he wants.
of course, he hadn't accounted for the fact that such devices were made for people of a different stature. no matter how delicately he tries to finagle things, his fingers are simply too large for the little player and its even smaller touchscreen. he tries his pinky this time - and once again ends up accidentally in the language settings.
he stops short suddenly, letting out a soft sigh of frustration.]
And I'd thought the phone was a dreadful pain...
[ooc; if you want a different prompt, feel free to pm me and I'll set you up c:]
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...I suppose it would be a little silly to turn this into pitched argument. Just the once, then.
[he's so mired in embarrassing memories that his natural inclination to acquiesce to people's wishes takes the wheel when he sets replying on autopilot. the reply is quiet, but audible enough that Yuri's victory is clear.
somewhere in the living room, the couch begins to silently scream at the idea of the burden it must endure tonight.]
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I'll be just a moment, then.
[Again.
But truly he's not gone long this time, returning but a minute or two later with a spare pillow and some covers for Jonathan to sleep with, all of which are placed neatly at one end of the sectional sofa. And just as the oven timer goes off...]
I hope you're still hungry.
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[even in the midst of mortifying recollections, Jonathan's frightening appetite remains completely undaunted. the short absence of company is a blessing, giving him just enough time to stuff any dregs of embarrassment back where they belong. thank god.
he twists in his seat at the sound of the timer, rising from it shortly with the intention of venting a little helpful energy is possible. he suspects he'll be courteously forced back into twiddling his thumbs, but he can't help taking the chance all the same. sitting still had never been his strong suit.]