http://red-pin.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] red-pin.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2006-10-15 04:49 pm

Share With Whom? [Active]

Character: Kidd... and anyone in the area!! (mention in settings)
Content: Kidd gets paid from her job. Oh yes. Moolah.
Setting: Café Ersesat [H8]
Time: PM3
Warnings: It's raining and cold, due to the wintry season~~


Payday is sweet. It is oh-so-sweet. That meant Kidd could do herself the favour of actually getting food, and maybe in a week, a place to live. How dreary those terms were. But she had money to spare; with whom would she share it?

Kidd walked back into Café Ersesat, and asked for a drink. She looked around at the lifeless, but smiling, Paixao citizens. Had they no vigor in life? No pain? No amusement? It was eerie, sometimes, and it was even moreso that it was raining outside, with a grey sky like a tuned-out television. The poor lighting seemed to drain all the soft colours out of everything, making it all appear even more black-and-white, like a picaresque, and eerie, forgotten picture.

She received her hot drink and found her victim, a thinking man sitting alone at a rounded, short table.

"'Scuse me, can I interest you in a drink? My treat."

The man shook his head, and held up his own steamy coffee. Kidd shook her head, already irritated.

"What? Ain't my hospitality good enough for you? Or are you some kinda hoity-toity, pompous fella?"

The man, thoroughly offended, got up, folded a book he was reading under his arm, and grabbed his coffee walking out of the Café. Some people, she thought, looking for a new victim. This time, a pretty woman with her girl friend, chatting about some inane subject. Kidd came close to their booth.

"Hiya! Can I get you ladies some hot beverage on a rainy day like this'n?"

The women looked to her, in a snotty way, appalled by her bright choice of showy clothing. As if wearing a bright, bloody red colour was horribly distasteful. Which it was, sort of, in Paixao, Land of the Colourless.

"What's so horrible about it?"

Kidd's eyebrows bunched downward in anger.

"Well, ain't you just a prissy lass! All I asked was if you wanna drink, or not."

The women grabbed their things and huffed by her, inching past her very angry exterior which she assumed only bothered them more.

"A free drink ain't good enough, is it!?" she shouted after them.

She returned to the counter, moody, sipping on her drink, glaring maliciously at the surrounding people who were watching her.

[identity profile] lockingland.livejournal.com 2006-10-15 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Akira had been meaning to go meet up with Ikki and Agito, but he had gotten a little sidetracked. After discovering that the citizens of Paixao accepted shiny things as currency he thought it might be to his advantage to get something to eat (he hadn't eaten before the battle with Ikki... which seemed so much longer ago than it really was). He had been planning on eating on the way to meet them, but had gotten ... sidetracked rather quickly.

Sidetracked meaning he had run into some odd white things that were squiggling around. They didn't look too dangerous, but when he had passed them by one had torn a nice gash into his new pants. That had quickly put him in a different train of thought. Namely, attack it. It wasn't human and didn't drop to the ground and yell in pain or anything. It wasn't even like an animal. So he'd decided to avoid any others, taking a long out of the way path to ... a cafe.

Fine, he was hungry, might as well stop. Akira slowed on his ATs, coming to a stop in front of Cafe Eresat. He blinked and then went inside, looking around for the counter and to see if they had any food of substance.

[identity profile] lockingland.livejournal.com 2006-10-16 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
Akira found himself addressed by ... well she had the right colors of a Paixao citizen, but her clothes were all wrong. She seemed a bit too 'alive' to be one as well. There was just something different about her face that he couldn't quite place. Akira didn't stare, but his gaze lingered on her face for a moment.

She couldn't be too old either. She didn't appear to be from his world either, with the clothes and the accent and all. Too bad, he would have been happy to see someone he knew for once. Hopefully she wasn't from Bakura's weird version of Japan either.

"Not too shabby," Was his reply to her question, tilting his head up to look at the 'sky' briefly, before meeting her gaze with a bit of a roguish grin, "How's it treating you?"

[identity profile] lockingland.livejournal.com 2006-10-16 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, good, she wasn't one of them. At least, he didn't think. It was nice, then, to talk to someone who seemed relatively normal. Not only that, but her way of talking was a nice break from Bakura. Not that the kid hadn't been nice, but he was so polite it had been a bit awkward. Polite and a bit odd, the way he'd reacted to the crazy Auntie Unde.

"...your treat? I don't know if I can turn that down," He followed a bit behind her, gliding on the ATs. Now he felt conspicuously tall, since the wheels added a good couple of inches to his height. Oh well. He stuck out anyway in these Paixao people.

"Nope, I'm from Japan .... if you've heard of it." That last bit was tacked on belatedly. She might not have, if Bakura was right.

[identity profile] lockingland.livejournal.com 2006-10-17 06:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Akira let his gaze wander, for a bit. Not to be impolite, but he hadn't been here before. Mm, it was times like these that he wished he had the same hidden ATs that Kaito's men used sometimes. It would be nice to walk, but he didn't have any other shoes than his ATs, and then he'd have to carry them. and crap, she hadn't heard of Japan either. But, she was aware of the 'different world' thing, which still was somewhat unsettling to Akira. School was apparently useless as it hadn't ever brought up the topic of alternate worlds.

"...Yeah, hard not to notice it. Where are you from, then?" Maybe she was from a weird alternate America or something. Or Mars. Yeah, he could see her being from an alternative Mars, uhhuh. Clearly Paixao was placing a bit of stress on Akira's logical thinking. "...Akira Udou, it's nice to meet you. And you are...?"

[identity profile] lockingland.livejournal.com 2006-10-18 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
El Nido Archipelago? He knew what an Archipelago was, but he'd never heard of El Nido. Of course, he wasn't the kind of person who poured over maps in his freetime. Then she grabbed his hand and shook it rather vigorously. Her name was far less likely to throw him off than her handshake. Akira returned her enthusiasm with a grin and shook her hand as well... albeit a little less enthusiastically.

"...ATs...You've never seen them before?" Just like Bakura in that respect. Maybe he should just carry around a little card he could show people to explain what they were. "Do you know what a rollerblade is? A bit like that," he flexed his knees and pushed backwards a little. The motors in the ATs reacted and slowly pushed him backwards. ATs took a lot less effort than rollerblades or any other skating incarnation.

[identity profile] lockingland.livejournal.com 2006-10-20 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
Akira turned his head to look out the window at the rain. Ah well, a little rain never killed anyone, hm? Besides, he should probably head back towards where Ikki said he was. Who knew what the slightly dense Ikki would do? Not that Akira was ragging on him, but sometimes he really wondered how that crowbrain was anywhere near being the Sky King.

"...They go pretty fast, I can show you now~" And he was never afraid of any danger. Perhaps it was a bit of a stupid streak on his behalf, but Akira had always liked to push the envelope a little. He moved towards the door, "...'less you got something else to do?" There was a bit of a tease in his voice.

[identity profile] lockingland.livejournal.com 2006-10-25 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
A cocky grin, one that was a mix of perhaps inflated ego and definite confidence was flashed in Kidd's direction. Then Akira pushed open the door of the cafe to the outside. A look up at the weather, it wasn't that bad, and he was just showing her some speed. Admittedly, the Dash wasn't his area of expertise, but ... well, he had enough AT experience to do everything well, just not superb.

"...you ready?"

He'd go from a standstill, not even bothering to bend down. The high jumps and aerial acrobatics he'd leave to people who thought themselves to be birds. Akira had other loves in the world than just the sky. Akira took a step back, bracing the front wheel on the ground and pushed down. He waited for the engine to whirr and then pushed off. The result was that he zipped off, much like a sprinter, only faster.

[identity profile] lockingland.livejournal.com 2006-11-05 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)


Akira didn't stop. He probably should have, and turned around and talked to Kidd. Instead he kept going. He hadn't skated like this in a long time. Akira made the ATs move a little faster.

Maybe he couldn't fly, really. But this was close enough.