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strongroots) wrote2023-07-11 06:52 pm
strongroots) wrote2023-07-11 06:52 pm
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[ kurosaki is a first name right. totally. ]
yeah. you?
yeah. you?
thought so. making sure
[ And, because he does come up with a thought relevant to this post: ]
whats stopping people leaving the city outside the train tunnels?
[ There's some inconvenience, of course. ]
[ And, because he does come up with a thought relevant to this post: ]
whats stopping people leaving the city outside the train tunnels?
[ There's some inconvenience, of course. ]
you just end up walking in circles. it gets weird and kinda misty, and then you're back where you started.
i've been here since the start and no one's really made any headway on it yet, but maybe this loki guy has a trick up his sleeve or something.
there are people with weird powers too.
i've been here since the start and no one's really made any headway on it yet, but maybe this loki guy has a trick up his sleeve or something.
there are people with weird powers too.
course there are
what kind of powers
[ Why not. He's out getting a drink anyway. Let's just add more bizarre shit to the pile. ]
what kind of powers
[ Why not. He's out getting a drink anyway. Let's just add more bizarre shit to the pile. ]
i don't really know any specifics.
people are being kinda cagey about them.
understandably tbh, i wouldn't trust strangers either.
if i had to guess probably like bog standard comic book shit. somebody's going to shoot lasers out of their eyes i just know it.
people are being kinda cagey about them.
understandably tbh, i wouldn't trust strangers either.
if i had to guess probably like bog standard comic book shit. somebody's going to shoot lasers out of their eyes i just know it.
good to know its about as helpful as 20/20 vision
you going down those tunnels too? i know 2 people in this city so far and i dont want them to get involved if it turns out bad
[ this guy is fine to put in danger tho ]
you going down those tunnels too? i know 2 people in this city so far and i dont want them to get involved if it turns out bad
[ this guy is fine to put in danger tho ]
not people i know from home. just people who showed up the same time as me
ill introduce you. easier
[ ...but with that said, there's a more private message sent. off the network, just for kurosaki: ]
do you know if theres a therapist around? psych doctor
[ ...but with that said, there's a more private message sent. off the network, just for kurosaki: ]
do you know if theres a therapist around? psych doctor
（ see, he's got that toxic masculinity and cultural resistance to the idea of therapy downpat so he can't quite help the way he flinches a little at that question. good thing this is text. ）
not that i've seen.
only person calling themselves a medical professional seems to be that one quack 'daan', but i'm not going to suggest anyone trust that weirdo for anything, and he wouldn't clarify his discipline anyway.
if it's a prescription thing, i think whatever we need is found in the pharmacies.
if it's a therapy thing... sorry, i got nothing.
not that i've seen.
only person calling themselves a medical professional seems to be that one quack 'daan', but i'm not going to suggest anyone trust that weirdo for anything, and he wouldn't clarify his discipline anyway.
if it's a prescription thing, i think whatever we need is found in the pharmacies.
if it's a therapy thing... sorry, i got nothing.
[ Kind of what he was expecting, but ugh. If there's any type of guy who shouldn't be randomly kidnapped onto a train to a mostly empty city with weird shit happening in it... ]
thanks. think the guy needs more than meds but ill talk to him. see if he was on anything
he showed up looking like shit. dont wanna freak him out more than he already is
[ So, no tunnels for him. ]
but something else up with the daan guy? think i saw his network post. didnt read it yet.
thanks. think the guy needs more than meds but ill talk to him. see if he was on anything
he showed up looking like shit. dont wanna freak him out more than he already is
[ So, no tunnels for him. ]
but something else up with the daan guy? think i saw his network post. didnt read it yet.
probably a good choice.
and eh.
my dad's a trauma surgeon. he retired from that when my sisters were born and runs a GP clinic in an area that doesn't really have a big flashy hospital to look after people. i've helped in the clinic every weekend as long as i can remember.
so i've been around medicine and doctors and that whole thing most of my life.
this guy wouldn't say what kind of doctor he was, and got pissed and defensive when i asked him about his motives, tried to say that 'trust goes two ways'. but no actual doctor worth the paper their license is printed on would care about any of that if they actually wanted to help, and not just have people call them 'doctor'.
watch your back around him.
and eh.
my dad's a trauma surgeon. he retired from that when my sisters were born and runs a GP clinic in an area that doesn't really have a big flashy hospital to look after people. i've helped in the clinic every weekend as long as i can remember.
so i've been around medicine and doctors and that whole thing most of my life.
this guy wouldn't say what kind of doctor he was, and got pissed and defensive when i asked him about his motives, tried to say that 'trust goes two ways'. but no actual doctor worth the paper their license is printed on would care about any of that if they actually wanted to help, and not just have people call them 'doctor'.
watch your back around him.
[ He does go back to read that network post (still can't be bothered with the comments) just to see, and yeah, even before he gets Kurosaki's response... ]
got it. guy shows up ready to play doctor with a accept or beat it attitude. fishy as shit
anyone else like that? other than the people killing each other or whatever
[ How about the people saying they have powers. ]
got it. guy shows up ready to play doctor with a accept or beat it attitude. fishy as shit
anyone else like that? other than the people killing each other or whatever
[ How about the people saying they have powers. ]
ill let you know if i see anything
saw a flier for a meeting. figured id check it out
saw a flier for a meeting. figured id check it out
i think we're supposed to be discreet about it. thats what they talked about
you can prob find them around. unless you think being discreet around here doesnt work
you can prob find them around. unless you think being discreet around here doesnt work
sure. ill be wearing a green jacket. short brown hair.
but tall orange haired anyone is easier to spot
[ Basically, he'll keep that eye open. It's cool, he knows he sounds like Every Other Dude in a green jacket. ]
but tall orange haired anyone is easier to spot
[ Basically, he'll keep that eye open. It's cool, he knows he sounds like Every Other Dude in a green jacket. ]
[ A bank? Items from back home?
Daniel is missing out on it entirely. He has no idea about what's going on today in a different part of the city - a man with absolutely no clue that there was an item waiting for him there. A framed photo that had been stored away back home, a picture of a man and a boy proudly smiling together next to the Miyagi-do sign, taken back when they restored mister Miyagi's house together. A photo wrapped in paper for storage, Robby's name written on it, just as a reminder to Daniel himself as to what it was. A photo he kept finding back home, kept thinking about - a desire to put it back up when the boy would return to the dojo turned into the idea of instead gifting it to Robby, the more Daniel realised that maybe Robby was just never coming back. Especially when, after seemingly having left Cobra Kai, the boy was staying with Johnny now.
(Daniel never blamed Robby, not even when he heard that. He knew what he did. He knew his own guilt. Robby not approaching him again had nothing to do with Robby, and everything to do with the things Daniel did that pushed the boy away in the first place. Of course Robby wouldn't want to see him again. Daniel failed him. Worse than anyone, if Robby was willing to forgive Johnny, but not him.)
Rather than having any idea about that happening, the man can instead be found sitting in the odd cemetary-like part of the park, back where he found the gravestone with mister Miyagi's name on it on his first day in this place.
He didn't know where else to go. Even though Daniel has been trying to keep himself busy with trying to take care of some of the teenagers in this place, he still feels.. lonely. Broken. He keeps jumping at shadows, terrified of seeing one specific face around any possible corner. His voice still hasn't returned, making communication incredibly difficult, and the bruises that still linger on his face and neck sure don't make him give off the best first impression to anyone either. Daniel just doesn't know what to do, and even if seeing mister Miyagi's name on the gravestone might have been a fluke-- it's the only thing he has to go on here. It's the only place he feels he can find some solace in this crazy city that doesn't seem to be letting go of him.
Hence the current display one might come across. Daniel sitting on his knees in front of one of the gravestones, a very much empty bottle of sake on the ground next to him.
He doesn't even seem to hear or notice it if someone approaches. Instead his eyes stare at the gravestone as if in a daze. ]
Daniel is missing out on it entirely. He has no idea about what's going on today in a different part of the city - a man with absolutely no clue that there was an item waiting for him there. A framed photo that had been stored away back home, a picture of a man and a boy proudly smiling together next to the Miyagi-do sign, taken back when they restored mister Miyagi's house together. A photo wrapped in paper for storage, Robby's name written on it, just as a reminder to Daniel himself as to what it was. A photo he kept finding back home, kept thinking about - a desire to put it back up when the boy would return to the dojo turned into the idea of instead gifting it to Robby, the more Daniel realised that maybe Robby was just never coming back. Especially when, after seemingly having left Cobra Kai, the boy was staying with Johnny now.
(Daniel never blamed Robby, not even when he heard that. He knew what he did. He knew his own guilt. Robby not approaching him again had nothing to do with Robby, and everything to do with the things Daniel did that pushed the boy away in the first place. Of course Robby wouldn't want to see him again. Daniel failed him. Worse than anyone, if Robby was willing to forgive Johnny, but not him.)
Rather than having any idea about that happening, the man can instead be found sitting in the odd cemetary-like part of the park, back where he found the gravestone with mister Miyagi's name on it on his first day in this place.
He didn't know where else to go. Even though Daniel has been trying to keep himself busy with trying to take care of some of the teenagers in this place, he still feels.. lonely. Broken. He keeps jumping at shadows, terrified of seeing one specific face around any possible corner. His voice still hasn't returned, making communication incredibly difficult, and the bruises that still linger on his face and neck sure don't make him give off the best first impression to anyone either. Daniel just doesn't know what to do, and even if seeing mister Miyagi's name on the gravestone might have been a fluke-- it's the only thing he has to go on here. It's the only place he feels he can find some solace in this crazy city that doesn't seem to be letting go of him.
Hence the current display one might come across. Daniel sitting on his knees in front of one of the gravestones, a very much empty bottle of sake on the ground next to him.
He doesn't even seem to hear or notice it if someone approaches. Instead his eyes stare at the gravestone as if in a daze. ]
[ Mister LaRusso's been seen in the city.
It takes Robby a while to find out. He wasn't immediately interested in the new open district, but a lack of anything better to do drew him there, and the gossip of the bank led him that way in particular. Items belonging to people, doors shutting behind them--but where others had been compelled to speak, Robby felt a tugging at his heart from the photo he found, his mouth only opened to gape at it. An image that confused him, for the faces and when it was taken--because the boy with the bobbed cut hair looked so unfamiliar, and the arm around his shoulders puzzled him.
Until it hit him, like none of the ghosts of this city had so far been able to affect him. A memory that belonged to another Robby Keene than him, long gone, unreachable; a time locked by the burnt bridge and closed dojos.
He assumes it must be his item, like others were receiving; until a bump-in with another person reveals differently, offers him another hit he hadn't seen coming. He's here--has been this entire time, but Robby's never seen him. How? Why not? How long? Searching the contacts on the phone helps him find evidence, but his texts go unresponded to, which leaves Robby searching. He could wait. He doesn't want to wait.
He looks everywhere his feet will take him, the phone in his pocket on vibrate and the wrapped photo and its frame in clutched by his stomach to make sure it won't fall as easily out of his hand.
It's a stupid fucking search. The city's empty, but the city's big, even without the added district to give more places to look. Robby doesn't want to think about it initially, asking people along the way if they've seen the man in the photo, then continuing on. But the high of this information starts to dwindle, he thinks there's nothing better he can do than to wait for a response. It's the reasonable option that makes his mind hazy, makes him look at the covered paper with his name written in a hand that isn't his.
His fingers tremble. A part of him wonders if they're all going crazy, imagining people there that aren't, and what he would do anyway? If Mister LaRusso would want to see him, where he should even begin with that conversation.
And Robby doesn't have an answer by the time he sees a figure. A frame of a body hunched by one of the stone gravestones, one that doesn't stand out in one second--the other, freezes Robby in both movement and breath.
(There's a wetness that's been building in the back of his throat, behind his eyes; and it's the idea of having a piece of home that compels Robby maybe more than the man himself. There's reasons for him to stay away, there's a chasm of disappointment he willingly made; but he's selfish, he wants what he doesn't deserve, and he's willing to push down all those complicated emotions, like they don't matter, for a chance to not feel so alone.
So he tells himself. As if seeing Mister LaRusso doesn't scare him, as if what Robby did to him and everyone isn't what freezes him, makes him stop.)
His throat doesn't want to work, despite the lips that twitch; seconds feel like minutes as indecision works to chain Robby in place, or even to pull him away. But despite it all, despite the fog in his head and the drumming of his heartbeat: ]
Mister LaRusso? --Mister LaRusso!
[ He calls out, and starts stumbling forward as he gets his feet to work. ]
It takes Robby a while to find out. He wasn't immediately interested in the new open district, but a lack of anything better to do drew him there, and the gossip of the bank led him that way in particular. Items belonging to people, doors shutting behind them--but where others had been compelled to speak, Robby felt a tugging at his heart from the photo he found, his mouth only opened to gape at it. An image that confused him, for the faces and when it was taken--because the boy with the bobbed cut hair looked so unfamiliar, and the arm around his shoulders puzzled him.
Until it hit him, like none of the ghosts of this city had so far been able to affect him. A memory that belonged to another Robby Keene than him, long gone, unreachable; a time locked by the burnt bridge and closed dojos.
He assumes it must be his item, like others were receiving; until a bump-in with another person reveals differently, offers him another hit he hadn't seen coming. He's here--has been this entire time, but Robby's never seen him. How? Why not? How long? Searching the contacts on the phone helps him find evidence, but his texts go unresponded to, which leaves Robby searching. He could wait. He doesn't want to wait.
He looks everywhere his feet will take him, the phone in his pocket on vibrate and the wrapped photo and its frame in clutched by his stomach to make sure it won't fall as easily out of his hand.
It's a stupid fucking search. The city's empty, but the city's big, even without the added district to give more places to look. Robby doesn't want to think about it initially, asking people along the way if they've seen the man in the photo, then continuing on. But the high of this information starts to dwindle, he thinks there's nothing better he can do than to wait for a response. It's the reasonable option that makes his mind hazy, makes him look at the covered paper with his name written in a hand that isn't his.
His fingers tremble. A part of him wonders if they're all going crazy, imagining people there that aren't, and what he would do anyway? If Mister LaRusso would want to see him, where he should even begin with that conversation.
And Robby doesn't have an answer by the time he sees a figure. A frame of a body hunched by one of the stone gravestones, one that doesn't stand out in one second--the other, freezes Robby in both movement and breath.
(There's a wetness that's been building in the back of his throat, behind his eyes; and it's the idea of having a piece of home that compels Robby maybe more than the man himself. There's reasons for him to stay away, there's a chasm of disappointment he willingly made; but he's selfish, he wants what he doesn't deserve, and he's willing to push down all those complicated emotions, like they don't matter, for a chance to not feel so alone.
So he tells himself. As if seeing Mister LaRusso doesn't scare him, as if what Robby did to him and everyone isn't what freezes him, makes him stop.)
His throat doesn't want to work, despite the lips that twitch; seconds feel like minutes as indecision works to chain Robby in place, or even to pull him away. But despite it all, despite the fog in his head and the drumming of his heartbeat: ]
Mister LaRusso? --Mister LaRusso!
[ He calls out, and starts stumbling forward as he gets his feet to work. ]
Edited 2023-07-21 17:29 (UTC)
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