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Kim Kitsuragi ([personal profile] aceslow) wrote in [community profile] jigokulogs2022-05-08 02:03 am

[ OPEN ] scaring at the sky

Who⬤ Kim & YOU
What ⬤ Kim takes on shifts at the local 7-11, fields an attempted robbery at aforementioned 7-11, visits a gay bar, finds a skeleton woman's bones (substory 2), contemplates haunted dolls (substory 4), and goes about his daily life.
When ⬤ Throughout May (and probably into June as a catch-all!)
Where ⬤ Throughout Jigokucho
Content Warnings ⬤ None anticipated; will edit as needed



a. 7-11 shifts.

i. a normal day in hell.


[ A lifelong policeman, Kim had quickly come to realize both that his skills as a detective aren’t exactly transferable here, and that the paltry salary that their clan leaders have given them is not enough to live off of. The only solution to that is to get a job and, much to Kim’s chagrin, the most convenient place to pick up a paycheck happened to be one of Jigokucho’s many convenience stores. A temporary position, Kim had told himself, but a position nonetheless.

Which is why Kim finds himself here, perched behind the counter of a 7-11 in some awful polyester uniform, sporadically working day and night shifts alike and feeling bored out of his skull. Is your character here to pick up their daily slushie? Have they been living off of convenience store foods for the past week? Or do they want a chat as they’re picking up lottery tickets and cigarettes? Whatever the case, Kim is here, seeing exactly what everyone’s daily routine looks like.

When he’s not restocking shelves or tidying up or looking terribly bored, he can be found reading a book underneath the counter or scribbling away in that omnipresent blue notebook of his. But feel free to interrupt him – that’s his job, after all. ]


ii. a normal day in hell: robbery edition!

[ Though late one evening, Kim’s stupor is interrupted by a young humanoid yokai slamming down his haul - slushies, saran wrapped pastries, ice cream and candy; somebody’s got a sweet tooth! - and jabbing the stubbiest looking switchblade Kim has ever seen in his direction. ]

This is a robbery! Give me everything in your register, now!

[ If you’re particularly good at reading expressions, Kim looks almost… glad for the excitement? He raises his brows at the young man, reaching underneath the counter. ]

You’re... robbing me? With that?

[ Do you want to intervene in the world’s most pathetic robbery? Or did you see that there could be more dangerous accomplices around the corner? Or maybe you just feel like watching the show? Take your pick! ]

b. the homo-sexual underground (it’s a gay bar).

[ With how busy his job kept him back home it’s not as though Kim had the time or energy to frequent gay bars, but with more time on his hands and a lack of community at his disposal, he’s slowly come to realize precisely what it is that he’s missing: a tether to the homo-sexual underground or, as it may be here, the homo-sexual overground. For how little he’d frequented the bars back home in the past few years, it’s a place that’s always welcomed him and a place he always knew he could go back to. He’d cut his teeth in those dingy, secretive bars even before he had been old enough to drink after all, and he decides it’s about time he gets acquainted with what Jigukocho has to offer.

With that in mind, Kim dons appropriate attire - a black leather jacket, white undershirt, dark wash trousers and some good, solid boots; there’s no point in messing with the classics - and heads to the Tamamo District to scope out the scene. It’s less a matter of asking around, and more of being able to spot his own. Once he sees exactly who is streaming into one of the bars, he slips in himself, looking comfortable and at ease, though in truth, he’s trying to get a lay of the land. He’s only ever been in the gay scene in one city, and to acquaint himself with another’s language seems like quite the task.

He winds up sitting at the bar, waiting for the bartender to finish chatting with another customer to place his order and looking far more approachable than he usually does. He’s in no hurry to get his drink, though – whether you’re here on purpose or stumbled into the gay bar by accident, why not say hello? ]


c. substory 2: vend me a dream.

[ If Kim had known just how long this satellite investigation was going to go, he wouldn’t have signed up for it in the first place, he thinks. But now that he’s invested, he’s come face to face with someone that he would probably feel obligated to help regardless of what comes at the end of this whole jaunt: skeleton clad in a beautiful, intricate dress, pooling on the filthy streets of Jigokucho. If you happen to listen in, you may hear Kim say, perplexed: ] You say they… took your bones, Madam?

My bones! They stole my bones! [ The woman’s jaw crackles and pops as she speaks, the entire effect a rather eerie one, though Kim tries his damnedest to keep a straight face. ] How will I get anywhere without my legs?

And who were these miscreants, exactly?

A dog.

A dog, ma'am?

A dog, a dog!

A dog took both of your legs?

[ The skeleton woman shrugs. Her bones crackle. ] A dog took one of my legs.

I see. [ Kim very carefully does not sigh. The absence of a sigh is somehow even louder than if he had. He turns to anyone nearby - that’s you! - and says, ] Pardon me. I don’t suppose you’ve seen a dog with a bone around here, have you? It would be a very large bone.

d. substory 4: haniwhat?

[ While his aren't as bad as some, Lieutenant Kim Kitsuragi is no stranger to nightmares, especially at times of unrest. When he bolts awake in the morning with a shout - perhaps audible to other residents of Sutoku housing - he expects that it's nothing more than an overactive subconscious up until the point he sees an eerie looking doll staring back at him from across the room, perched precariously on the chair he habitually hangs his jacket on. Voice croaky from sleep, he rasps, ] What the fuck?

[ He doesn't do more than get himself looking baseline presentable before taking action, grabbing a pair of tongs from the kitchen to transfer the strange figurine from a chair to an old grocery bag. He carries it out of his apartment and sets it down as gently he can out on the sidewalk, using the tongs again to unwrap it from the bag and peer suspiciously at it, more than a little spooked. Usually he wouldn't want to be seen like this, in a loose tank top and sweatpants, hair mussed instead of being slicked back with a prodigious amount of hair gel and face unshaven, but he feels inclined to get to the bottom of this. Experimentally, he pokes it. ]

If you're alive, [ he tells it sternly, ] You should say so. And you certainly shouldn't be breaking into people's homes.

[ It stares emptily back at him, silent as the grave. Perhaps you've seen one of these too and can enlighten him as to what's going on -- or where to dispose of it. ]

e. daily life.

[ Otherwise, you can find Kim going about his regular business. If you live in Sutoku housing, you may have him for a neighbour and run into him as he takes out the trash, or perhaps figure out his schedule by the fact that he stands out on the communal porch of Sutoku's building for his daily cigarette, breathing chestnut-scented smoke into the light-saturated nighttime of the city of the dead that never sleeps. He's largely a polite, conscientious neighbour, though he sticks to himself and never appears to welcome any visitors.

Otherwise, he can be found doing his weekly grocery shopping, hitting up thrift stores for clothing and household goods, peering into the windows of Sutoku's many arcades (he seems particularly interested in those racing games), eating at one of Jigokucho's many cheap dining establishments, or even studying the advertisement in the window of a gym. Wherever you can reasonably expect someone to visit while going about their day, you can find Kim! ]


f. wildcard!

[ hit me with a wildcard – or if you’d like to plot/would like me to write you a custom starter, I’m more than happy to do so! Comment to me on the cr meme or on plurk and we can work something out! ]

bratherine: (o9.)

c!

[personal profile] bratherine 2022-05-08 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
( Looks like she's not the only person playing fetch, huh? Though hers is far less, shall we say, canine. She's currently in the midst of trying to find a small conbini which sells a very specific type of instant ramen when a dog goes careening around the corner with a bone that could feed a family, and a few minutes later...

A dude comes asking her about a dog.

Weird.
)

Went t'wards the main street. It yours?
bratherine: (o1.)

[personal profile] bratherine 2022-05-10 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Uh...

( She likes to think she has a good poker face. And she does, for a 16 year old. But there's a limit to the weird shit Jigoku-cho can throw at a girl before she has to double take and pause.

And a legless (literally) skeleton is right up there.

Fuckin' hell.

She's busy but maybe if she helps this dude find this dog, he'll help her in return?
)

You go that way. ( She nods her head back in the direction she'd seen the dog run and then turns her attention to the nearest building. ) I'll go up.

( She hasn't tried parkouring here, but the buildings, at least, look no different from the kind of thing she'd see back home. So all she needs to do is eyeball a route (done, thankfully these buildings are pretty squat in comparison to others around here) and get moving.

A sprint, a hop, skip and jump. And she's off.
)
bratherine: (o7.)

[personal profile] bratherine 2022-05-14 11:03 am (UTC)(link)
( She's got this. It's not done quite as easily as the climbs back home, because she's never tried this route — or any route — before, but there's enough places to build up speed and lift herself higher, so Kate completes it without much more than a scrape or two from not having gloves on.

Motherfucker. This guy better help her with her shit after. She knows he hasn't promised that, but she's mentally checked him off as the latest assistant in this stupid round of fetch quests.

Getting down is, somehow, less of an issue than getting up. There's a nice gradual series of declines she can take advantage of, and it's a good job too, because she just manages to hit the ground in time to barricade the dog from getting out of the alley, wrapping a hand around the bone in its mouth to try and yank it back.
)
bratherine: (15.)

[personal profile] bratherine 2022-05-17 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)
( This is not what anyone thought they were signing up for. Though it was nice to stretch her muscles with something other than a jog around the block. Kate looks down at the bone, which she's grabbing with both hands, and enjoys the grim reminder that this is someone's leg.

(By enjoys, we actually mean wrinkles her nose in disgust.)

This guy is good at chasing off dogs, too, which is probably not the most useful information she's learned about someone since she got here, but given how weird shit already is, who knows? Maybe tomorrow she'll wake up and there'll be a dog gang trying to muscle in on the faction war.
)

Weren't tryin' to be good. ( Sry, dude. She's got her own motivations for doing this. ) Need help too.

( Hold up, she needs to check the name of this shit again. Here, look at this picture of a cup noodle brand on her phone. ) Which store sells this?
bratherine: (o9.)

[personal profile] bratherine 2022-05-21 09:21 am (UTC)(link)
( Well when you put it like that

Kate scowls.
)

'Cause 'e wants this one. ( Obviously. ) Summat 'bout how it reminds him of being a kid.

( The dog chasing was probably easier than this, honestly. )
bratherine: (15.)

[personal profile] bratherine 2022-05-24 03:07 pm (UTC)(link)
( Oh boy. Do you really want the whole story here? )

He makes wax this lass wants for her instrument. She's got a recording of a song that makes this baby sleep. Mum's got a brownie recipe th' udon stall owner wants...

( And so on, and so forth. All the way back to the guy who wants a magazine. )
bratherine: (Default)

[personal profile] bratherine 2022-05-30 12:42 pm (UTC)(link)
( Oh, for fuck's—

Somehow this guy's trail of favours sounds even more convoluted than hers and the idea that she might end up going through even more people just to get this dude's vending machine prize is infuriating.

Seriously, just smash the thing open and take it, if you're that desperate.
)

Why's he need this many people runnin' around for him?

( It's the only question she asks, because it's the most annoying part of the whole thing. Is this supposed to be a competition of who can get back to him quickest, or what?

Also because she's already walking, expecting him to start moving and guide the way to the legless lady.
)
bratherine: (o9.)

[personal profile] bratherine 2022-06-07 09:36 am (UTC)(link)
Y'mean orders.

( No one says encouragement like that and means encouragement. And isn't it easier to just say what you mean in the first place?

But well, that's one thing done. She supposes if nothing else comes out of this shit, someone got their leg back. Even if that someone is a literal pile of bones that shouldn't be up and walking about. And maybe someone else will get some noodles they like.

Why they couldn't just do all of this themselves is still beyond Kate, though. Except the skeleton lady. That one she gets.
)

Uh, Melanie. ( Sorry, dude. Real names are for places that aren't branded as hell. Or at least a few weeks down the line after she gets to talk to Tenkohime. ) You?

( At least the street that's supposed to have the conbini they need is just a little way away from where they drop off the leg. )
bratherine: (o8.)

[personal profile] bratherine 2022-06-11 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)
( That sounds like orders with more steps, if you ask Kate. But she's not going to bicker over a needlessly diplomatic and complicated way of explaining them.

Mostly because this guy is going to get her damn errand sorted for her, and she doesn't particularly want to take any longer hunting down ramen packets.
)

Sure. ( To the store! And, once they're there, Kate pulls up the image and zooms in to try and get a better view of the name of the product. ) Uh, the Nakuchan Chikara... Udon with Mochi Rice Cake?

( Rice cake in instant noodles? )
bratherine: (10.)

[personal profile] bratherine 2022-06-16 05:47 pm (UTC)(link)
( Yeah, it was a bit too much for her tastes too. And that's without the sudden dramatic drop in her body temperature factored in.

That was just the shit icing on a shitty... well. Mochi.

And because her life can never fucking be easy, she has to hear that. It gets Kim a particularly withering look, though it's really aimed at his words and the inconvenience of a convenience store than him.
)

This shit that popular?

( She mostly grumbles that to herself while squinting to work out what's written here. )

... That a 5?
bratherine: (15.)

[personal profile] bratherine 2022-06-22 08:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Fuck's sake.

( It almost definitely isn't, because why would it be? She nods at the address and types it into her phone so she doesn't have to try and decode his handwriting later in the trip. )

... Okay. Got it. ( A nod, which passes as thanks, and then; )

See ya.

( She's outta here. More questing is go. )