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jigokulogs2022-03-06 10:07 pm
horrifictie) wrote in jigokulogs2022-03-06 10:07 pm
open: boogie nights
Who ⬤ Harry and the unfortunate people he crosses paths with
What ⬤ Substories and Begging
When ⬤ Mainly the first week of arrival
Where ⬤ Around town
Content Warnings ⬤ Mentions of drug use
I. Money, please! (night after the partying)
[ Harry is in a bind, one which he only thinks is fifty percent his fault. When you break down the math that percentage makes a lot of sense! He had a fifty percent chance of doubling his money, and a fifty percent chance of losing almost all of it. He just fell on the wrong side of fifty because the fates are cruel. The more logical part of his headspace urged him to not gamble it all, but they couldn't stop him from gambling period. History repeats and he's in the same predicament as when he woke up to reality for the first time a week or so ago.
Luckily, he has a time-tested approach to getting more cash. One he readily employs as he looks out for people who look like they at least have some spare change and asks: ]
Hey, you look well to do. I'm a little down on my luck at the moment - can I have some money?
[ Who wouldn't say yes to a 40-something man with *incredible* handlebar facial hair who looks like he's coming down from a day long hangover? Please say yes. ]
Substory: High Definition
[ The rabbit's drugs are surprisingly potent considering his tolerance. The first time he took it he rationalized it as doing it for the advancement of scientific research. The surface level truth was he wanted a hit after being sober for almost a couple weeks. His body still aches from the gunshot to his hip, but that pain is flattened by the first time he takes the drug. When he reports his survey and asks if he could get more, the rabbit tells him all he has to do is report his experiences again.
The next drug he takes turns the whole world black and white, no different than the grainy film reels he (apparently) loves to watch. A voice in his head tells him of the low-budget adaptations of Dick Mullen novels looking just like this, steeped in a gritty *noir* aura that is irresistible to anyone with a passion for genre fiction. It seems only fitting then that he should play up the part. Digging around in the trash nets him a musty old brown overcoat (with a few faded stains on it that he doesn't notice) and his meager cash is enough to buy a cheap novelty detective's fedora to sit on his head.
With that he takes to the streets, notepad and pen in hand, approaching people with a simple "Evening. Mind if I ask you a couple questions?"
The yokai he asks twists her head to a 180 degree to meet him, back still turned, and barks a laugh in his face before continuing on her way. Harry shrugs, knowing this is part of the process, then looks to his next target -- you. ] Hello. I need to ask you some questions, if you have a few minutes to spare?
Substory: Sweet Jacket
[ Now this man's jacket is not *nearly* as sweet as Harry's FUCK THE WORLD leather jacket (which, sadly, did not make the trip to Hell with him) but he can respect a man's right to his fashion choices. As such, he volunteers to chaperone the man across the bridge as a bodyguard. They don't make it more than half-way before three men rush up to them and threaten to kick Mr. Cool Jacket's ass. No way to get past them either. Luckily, Harry has a plan guaranteed to work: ]
Look, over there!
[ Apologies to the poor soul he is pointing at - if you stop he's about to say something *very hurtful* about your fashion choices as a diversion. It's enough for the three men to look with him, even if they have no idea what the big deal is. ]
[ ooc: if you want a special prompt or to plan anything out, feel free to PM me. would especially be interested in an atrocious karaoke thread with one or two people who want to party. ]
What ⬤ Substories and Begging
When ⬤ Mainly the first week of arrival
Where ⬤ Around town
Content Warnings ⬤ Mentions of drug use
I. Money, please! (night after the partying)
[ Harry is in a bind, one which he only thinks is fifty percent his fault. When you break down the math that percentage makes a lot of sense! He had a fifty percent chance of doubling his money, and a fifty percent chance of losing almost all of it. He just fell on the wrong side of fifty because the fates are cruel. The more logical part of his headspace urged him to not gamble it all, but they couldn't stop him from gambling period. History repeats and he's in the same predicament as when he woke up to reality for the first time a week or so ago.
Luckily, he has a time-tested approach to getting more cash. One he readily employs as he looks out for people who look like they at least have some spare change and asks: ]
Hey, you look well to do. I'm a little down on my luck at the moment - can I have some money?
[ Who wouldn't say yes to a 40-something man with *incredible* handlebar facial hair who looks like he's coming down from a day long hangover? Please say yes. ]
Substory: High Definition
[ The rabbit's drugs are surprisingly potent considering his tolerance. The first time he took it he rationalized it as doing it for the advancement of scientific research. The surface level truth was he wanted a hit after being sober for almost a couple weeks. His body still aches from the gunshot to his hip, but that pain is flattened by the first time he takes the drug. When he reports his survey and asks if he could get more, the rabbit tells him all he has to do is report his experiences again.
The next drug he takes turns the whole world black and white, no different than the grainy film reels he (apparently) loves to watch. A voice in his head tells him of the low-budget adaptations of Dick Mullen novels looking just like this, steeped in a gritty *noir* aura that is irresistible to anyone with a passion for genre fiction. It seems only fitting then that he should play up the part. Digging around in the trash nets him a musty old brown overcoat (with a few faded stains on it that he doesn't notice) and his meager cash is enough to buy a cheap novelty detective's fedora to sit on his head.
With that he takes to the streets, notepad and pen in hand, approaching people with a simple "Evening. Mind if I ask you a couple questions?"
The yokai he asks twists her head to a 180 degree to meet him, back still turned, and barks a laugh in his face before continuing on her way. Harry shrugs, knowing this is part of the process, then looks to his next target -- you. ] Hello. I need to ask you some questions, if you have a few minutes to spare?
Substory: Sweet Jacket
[ Now this man's jacket is not *nearly* as sweet as Harry's FUCK THE WORLD leather jacket (which, sadly, did not make the trip to Hell with him) but he can respect a man's right to his fashion choices. As such, he volunteers to chaperone the man across the bridge as a bodyguard. They don't make it more than half-way before three men rush up to them and threaten to kick Mr. Cool Jacket's ass. No way to get past them either. Luckily, Harry has a plan guaranteed to work: ]
Look, over there!
[ Apologies to the poor soul he is pointing at - if you stop he's about to say something *very hurtful* about your fashion choices as a diversion. It's enough for the three men to look with him, even if they have no idea what the big deal is. ]
[ ooc: if you want a special prompt or to plan anything out, feel free to PM me. would especially be interested in an atrocious karaoke thread with one or two people who want to party. ]
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[ AUTHORITY - Don't let him *one-up* you. You've murdered four people after all.
RHETORIC- How about you *don't* turn your respective body-counts into a dick measuring contest? ]
Ok wait, now I have to know: what was the misunderstanding? Because a misunderstanding that ends with three people dead must be a pretty big one!
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[ He has enough in him to wince, as he agrees that he may have explained the name a little too bluntly and callously. ]
A terrible one to say the least. [ What is this build up? There is no need for it. ] They believed I had killed an important man in town. The killer was said to have been trying to leave as I was arriving. So, they thought I was the murderer that they sought.
[ He frowns; he breathes in as he thinks to explain more. But he decides against it; he turns to spit some blood out on the street. It was pooling in his mouth as he spoke. ]
... come. I have some coin to get you food and bandages to fix you up, before or after. [ Because sometimes, you have to just shove every piece of food in your face before you can worry about how your health is doing. ]
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VOLITION - No. He didn't have to *kill* them. That was a choice. ]
Ok, but let me pay for half at least. You only got pulled in because of me.
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The man in the jacket was my target. I would have been pulled into it one way or the other. [ Life has a way of ensuring that the worst situation ends up happening, and all he can do is choose what needs to be done next. ]
Those living under the bridge felt he was a nuisance and was wanting him to no longer walk on them. I'm unsure what he did to anger them so, but I hoped to convince him to stay away until their anger cooled.
[ And really, he probably could have said something better than, "Come at me, bros!" ]
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[ DRAMA - The trickster! If he spoke on it, you may have detected falsehoods. He *omitted* information.
VOLITION - Well, let's not entirely blame him. You aren't the most skilled at telling when people are lying to you or not. ]
Not sure what a guy like that could do to piss anyone off. He seemed... weak? Pretty harmless. [ Then again, even harmless seeming people can turn out otherwise. He shrugs. ] Hope he's smart enough to find another bridge to cross.
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[ He gives a small nod; he stops to hold his head. His vision blurred a little. Looks like a few too many hits, but he'll be all right.
Artemy is going to keep walking it off. ]
The slights people do to one another are like tiny cuts. It seems the yokai suffered a thousand from the man before deciding it was enough. [ That is as best as he can figure what happened, anyway. ] Given the look he gave us... I think we can be certain he'll avoid bridges from now on.