itadori had been restless since he has gotten here, opting to avoid big gatherings and unnecessary partying at first— still trying to process his new reality at his own pace. it's not ... so bad to be in this 'hell'? if he's honest. and yet, it didn't feel quite right. something is up, but he didn't want to sound like a lunatic on the public network, and he didn't have the motivation to investigate either. so he's stuck between 'i don't even care' and 'ugh, i hate this'. on a positive note: the assignment given to him is welcomed with open arms. it kept itadori busy, and his anxious thoughts subdued.
back to the unexpected escalation in (what he thought) a simple fucking conversation— those gang members didn't seem to take it lightly when itadori approached them. another street fight, another day; until some idiot managed to sneak a quick one and leave a huge slit on the palm of his hand. once it's all taken care of and the mob of goons is sent off, itadori would be seen crouched down in an alleyway, pouring water on his open wound— rinsing off the accumulated blood.
it's a fun start to a long, long night. ]
✗ negotiations
Okay, two! Everyone will get two boxes instead of one!
[ listen, the homeless people are another story. they are vulnerable, rarely held any weapons, and they are just trying to survive this harsh city. so, itadori felt bad about asking them to fuck off for this stupid parade, but he had a job to do. instead of going hard on them, he tried to persuade them with treats— gently. with food specifically, a meal box, maybe some drinks too ... or whatever the budget given from his faction can bid. but, it's been a long-ass negotiation session, almost lasted half an hour until this moment. the group before him didn't seem to budge and would ask him to double the compensation. until he dropped the two meal box option.
and then, silence.
he waits as the group regarded each other, contemplating his tempting offer with a hint of doubt. with a smile (and raw stupidity, really) — he had to throw another proposal as a final shot at victory. an offer he might not be able to commit to. ]
Oh, and ... I'll offer you protection for a whole week as you settle into your new area! How about that?!
[ don't promise what you can't keep, yuuji. ]
[ ooc; or, come with your own prompt! I'm pretty much open to anything ♥ ]
itadori yuuji ☆ jjk (enma)
[ there's always some asshole with a knife, huh.
itadori had been restless since he has gotten here, opting to avoid big gatherings and unnecessary partying at first— still trying to process his new reality at his own pace. it's not ... so bad to be in this 'hell'? if he's honest. and yet, it didn't feel quite right. something is up, but he didn't want to sound like a lunatic on the public network, and he didn't have the motivation to investigate either. so he's stuck between 'i don't even care' and 'ugh, i hate this'. on a positive note: the assignment given to him is welcomed with open arms. it kept itadori busy, and his anxious thoughts subdued.
back to the unexpected escalation in (what he thought) a simple fucking conversation— those gang members didn't seem to take it lightly when itadori approached them. another street fight, another day; until some idiot managed to sneak a quick one and leave a huge slit on the palm of his hand. once it's all taken care of and the mob of goons is sent off, itadori would be seen crouched down in an alleyway, pouring water on his open wound— rinsing off the accumulated blood.
it's a fun start to a long, long night. ]
✗ negotiations
Okay, two! Everyone will get two boxes instead of one!
[ listen, the homeless people are another story. they are vulnerable, rarely held any weapons, and they are just trying to survive this harsh city. so, itadori felt bad about asking them to fuck off for this stupid parade, but he had a job to do. instead of going hard on them, he tried to persuade them with treats— gently. with food specifically, a meal box, maybe some drinks too ... or whatever the budget given from his faction can bid. but, it's been a long-ass negotiation session, almost lasted half an hour until this moment. the group before him didn't seem to budge and would ask him to double the compensation. until he dropped the two meal box option.
and then, silence.
he waits as the group regarded each other, contemplating his tempting offer with a hint of doubt. with a smile (and raw stupidity, really) — he had to throw another proposal as a final shot at victory. an offer he might not be able to commit to. ]
Oh, and ... I'll offer you protection for a whole week as you settle into your new area! How about that?!
[ don't promise what you can't keep, yuuji. ]
[ ooc; or, come with your own prompt! I'm pretty much open to anything ♥ ]