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medicative) wrote in jigokulogs2022-03-06 04:01 pm
(open.) goldenseal
Who ⬤ Emily and open!
What ⬤ Monthly catchall - substories, life, etc.
When ⬤ Over March
Where ⬤ Across the city.
Content Warnings ⬤ TBA if needed
sprout. - post mingle
[it's not her scene at all. already on edge, Emily had kept it together long enough to get her pay advance, thanked people kindly, and then bolted. overwhelming, bad for her senses, and so she had gone to the roof, stretched her wings, and flown away. immediately, she had started feeling better, the relief that comes from exercise and movement and being out of an environment that puts her ill at ease.
where she lands, it's away from the nightclub, but she carefully wanders, trying to get her bearings. it's much harder than it appears, in the dimmer light, even with things illuminated by electricity and the life that still thrums through the place. and unfortunately for a person that looks lost, it's all too easy to get spotted by those who might be drunk, might not be, but see virtue in calling out on the street to try to get one more person to join them for fun.]
No thank you, I'm not-
[they don't seem to be willing to accept the first no for an answer. alternatively, you've arrived later, and someone has Emily slung over their shoulder. despite the awkward state of affairs, she is very clearly trying to squirm out of their grasp, more annoyed than anything else about being swept away, and the youkai holding her seems ignorant to how she's trying to get out. or maybe just used to it. ugh. she's not giving up yet though.]
growth. - night parade
[decorating is an important part of being ready for the parade, Emily knows, and for this, she can put her full energy behind it. after failing so miserably at socializing earlier, she's doing her best to remain dutiful here. that means fetching what she's been told to, assisting those who might have shakier footing, or giving gentle but honest advice about what looks best. and of course, for those harder to reach spots, it does help when you can fly up and hover some to affix it in the best spot. this might be why she keeps getting assigned to the trickier bits.
of course, no one can keep being full of steam all the time, and so it is that on break, she's found a good spot to sit down - right on a wooden box, slumped over and clutching onto a water bottle as if it will save her. but hearing any footsteps, she sits up, the flush of exertion in her face still evident.]
Has it been twenty minutes already? Goodness.
[self defense training or not, it's like running a marathon...]
bloom. - work
[she bows her head and accepts the sneers thrown her ways from the other girls - they don't understand why an uptight member of the Sutoku would seek a steadier job with the club that falls under more of the Tamamo purview, but the manager accepts it with a grunt and lets Emily have her work. employment is employment, and she needs funds if she's going to get anywhere, so she'll sell what's most useful right now - her voice. Hotaru is the stage name she chooses for herself, and she does her best to ingratiate herself with the others, learning what the band would prefer to play and what songs they can collaborate on. really, she closes her ears to anything else, keeps to herself - even the most sharp eyed can't find fault with her attitude off stage, and so she'll gain her money carefully.
so, perhaps you've come in to enjoy a leisurely night at a slower pace, and she's in the midst of her set, singing and making the right kind of eye contact with customers. maybe it's earlier, and you work there, early enough to hear the sounds of a minor scuffle in the back that ends with a door slammed and Emily stumbling out of that direction, a bundle in her arms. or maybe it's later, and you're at the bar, and a soft voice comes from your side.]
I wouldn't, if I were you.
[it's the careful grind, after all. there's the idea of quitting and finding a different place, and she has the number of a different club in another district, but...she wants her first paycheck at least.]
wildcard.
[for custom prompts and new ideas and the like. ooc intro if you'd like to plot something specific, or hit me up via PM!]
What ⬤ Monthly catchall - substories, life, etc.
When ⬤ Over March
Where ⬤ Across the city.
Content Warnings ⬤ TBA if needed
sprout. - post mingle
[it's not her scene at all. already on edge, Emily had kept it together long enough to get her pay advance, thanked people kindly, and then bolted. overwhelming, bad for her senses, and so she had gone to the roof, stretched her wings, and flown away. immediately, she had started feeling better, the relief that comes from exercise and movement and being out of an environment that puts her ill at ease.
where she lands, it's away from the nightclub, but she carefully wanders, trying to get her bearings. it's much harder than it appears, in the dimmer light, even with things illuminated by electricity and the life that still thrums through the place. and unfortunately for a person that looks lost, it's all too easy to get spotted by those who might be drunk, might not be, but see virtue in calling out on the street to try to get one more person to join them for fun.]
No thank you, I'm not-
[they don't seem to be willing to accept the first no for an answer. alternatively, you've arrived later, and someone has Emily slung over their shoulder. despite the awkward state of affairs, she is very clearly trying to squirm out of their grasp, more annoyed than anything else about being swept away, and the youkai holding her seems ignorant to how she's trying to get out. or maybe just used to it. ugh. she's not giving up yet though.]
growth. - night parade
[decorating is an important part of being ready for the parade, Emily knows, and for this, she can put her full energy behind it. after failing so miserably at socializing earlier, she's doing her best to remain dutiful here. that means fetching what she's been told to, assisting those who might have shakier footing, or giving gentle but honest advice about what looks best. and of course, for those harder to reach spots, it does help when you can fly up and hover some to affix it in the best spot. this might be why she keeps getting assigned to the trickier bits.
of course, no one can keep being full of steam all the time, and so it is that on break, she's found a good spot to sit down - right on a wooden box, slumped over and clutching onto a water bottle as if it will save her. but hearing any footsteps, she sits up, the flush of exertion in her face still evident.]
Has it been twenty minutes already? Goodness.
[self defense training or not, it's like running a marathon...]
bloom. - work
[she bows her head and accepts the sneers thrown her ways from the other girls - they don't understand why an uptight member of the Sutoku would seek a steadier job with the club that falls under more of the Tamamo purview, but the manager accepts it with a grunt and lets Emily have her work. employment is employment, and she needs funds if she's going to get anywhere, so she'll sell what's most useful right now - her voice. Hotaru is the stage name she chooses for herself, and she does her best to ingratiate herself with the others, learning what the band would prefer to play and what songs they can collaborate on. really, she closes her ears to anything else, keeps to herself - even the most sharp eyed can't find fault with her attitude off stage, and so she'll gain her money carefully.
so, perhaps you've come in to enjoy a leisurely night at a slower pace, and she's in the midst of her set, singing and making the right kind of eye contact with customers. maybe it's earlier, and you work there, early enough to hear the sounds of a minor scuffle in the back that ends with a door slammed and Emily stumbling out of that direction, a bundle in her arms. or maybe it's later, and you're at the bar, and a soft voice comes from your side.]
I wouldn't, if I were you.
[it's the careful grind, after all. there's the idea of quitting and finding a different place, and she has the number of a different club in another district, but...she wants her first paycheck at least.]
wildcard.
[for custom prompts and new ideas and the like. ooc intro if you'd like to plot something specific, or hit me up via PM!]
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the look on her face shifts to something irritated, her voice dropping into nothing more than scolding as she marches over to Kamui.]
Kamui. And here I thought you utterly intended to forget about me. Is this where you disappeared to?
[go with it, she silently begs him. go along.]
"Is everything all right" - I was waiting for an hour!
[another of the guys chuckles, muttering something about being in the doghouse.]
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[She's leading, so he's following. He owes her, in the end, and he couldn't simply leave her to get whisked off by these idiots, could he? He puts on an appropriately shameful face. It's all too easy, with his oni brethren already getting their jokes in.]
I came as quickly as I could. [He dips his head low, eyes darting to the men around them. They're laughing. More importantly, they're buying it.] I didn't think the welcome ceremonies would take so long, and I couldn't get away to call--
[Couldn't get away, all right! an oni chortles. Tamamo babes every two steps at that club! Sheesh!]
Please, forgive me.
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[folding her arms, she huffs, turning away.]
I should just let you go off with them. Go have your fun at whatever club you fancy. I don't care, clearly you're enjoying yourself well enough.
[one step, two steps away. come on. chase after me, she thinks. make it seem like you have to soothe my pride.]
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[It's still working, if only for Emily's efforts. Kamui has no real skill for acting-- he can blend in silently, he can create a diversion, but he's not quite so good at pretending-- but something about his half-hearted showing beside Emily's performance seems to really sell the story of a pathetic, chronically tardy date.
He chases. Touches her arm, even. The oni are eating it up, still laughing, now ooooh-ing, too: someone's in big trouble, isn't he? Kamui draws closer, murmuring close to Emily's face--] If it'll make it more convincing, you're welcome to slap me.
[He leans back again, and continues at normal volume once more.]
I don't have to go. We can still go out... together. [The oni jeer about sleeping on the couch. They don't seem like they're going to draw either of them back anytime soon, though. Kamui ignores them and continues.] Please? What do you say?
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Fine. But we're not going anywhere that Tamamo owns. You'll have to make it up to me.
[and marching away with him, he and her both have their escape.
when the youkai are out of earshot, she drops the hold, instantly trying to smooth down his jacket, all pretention fallen away completely.]
I am so, so sorry...I cannot apologize enough for getting you involved in that.
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You didn't have to slap me, after all...
[He can only stand there mutely, allowing Emily her moment to fuss. He's fine, really, but the entire act coupled with being carted around like that are both so much he's still wrapping his head around it. Eventually he shakes his head.]
It was nothing, really. They shouldn't have been bothering you in the first place. Are you all right?
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[still, she looks worried, straightening his collar.]
If you see them, and they ask how it all came out, tell them you broke it off with me - that I'm too needy, anyway. That'll earn you back some respect.
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That's a good idea. I won't forget.
[He silently lets her adjust his collar-- he's not sure how to tell her to stop???-- then adds,] Will you be all right? I'm happy to see you home. I'm not really one for parties.
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Are you certain? I wouldn't want to put you out of your way anymore than I have tonight.
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So, he nods.] It's no trouble at all. I never asked what clan you were with, though: where are we headed?
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[and it comes to mind that she never saw him at that opening meeting.]
...Is that all right with you?
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[It's the second time they've met and helped each other, with no reward but a favor. He may not know Emily well, but he'll take the risk-- he's indebted to her, after all.]
I won't cause you any trouble.
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[she can imagine the scolding she'd get should anyone know she's been wandering the back streets alone, without a guide, at night.]
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[He steps aside, allowing Emily the space to lead the way.]