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Ikeda Kiriko | 池田 妃凛子 ([info]apathyisboring) wrote in [info]disappear_rpg,
@ 2010-01-09 23:59:00

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Entry tags:kiriko, reizo

Who: Kiriko, Reizo
What: A round of questioning.
When: After the meeting.
Where: Just outside the Butterfly Room
Why: Kiriko's announcement.


The meeting room was always a bit slow to clear out - people chatting, mingling, trying to forget whatever heavy-handed message had been delivered for that day. Kiriko stayed behind. She wanted to recopy out the rules on bigger chart paper. Possibly for future lamination.

Plus, this had kind of become her work zone. September was fast approaching and there was still plenty to prepare - she'd been hoping to go over things with the meeting finished, and to look over what they were to do about Seiji, as well. Her folder was in her bag, even - the only problem was the last straggler, still sitting in the corner and texting with his feet up on the chair.

She dawdled about finishing with the chart paper, reluctant to sit down to do any work with Reizo still in the room pretending that he wasn't being deliberately annoying.

"I thought you had better places to be?"


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[info]some_other_dog
2010-01-24 07:42 am UTC (link)
He reared his head back and laughed at that, still showing too many teeth but his eyes softened up and it all seemed genuine. Probably more so when he couldn’t seem to stop, chest and shoulders shaking with the effort and one hand held up to his stomach, head shaking gently as he willed himself to stop.

“Ahh,” he said, the laughing fit melting away and tears trickling down out of one eye. He wiped it away with a finger, took a deep and stabilizing breath, and exhaled to regain his bearing. “Uh, that was good. ‘Least you’re honest, I guess.”

He couldn’t help grinning around his cigarette, hunched forward on his seat as if waiting for her next joke.

“What if they all vote you out and select somebody new?”

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[info]apathyisboring
2010-01-24 07:52 am UTC (link)
She greeted the laughing fit with another hard frowned, but it softened into a wry, half-supressed smile when he couldn't seem to stop. She felt a bit sheepish, but better knowing that at least her gaffe seemed to have made the mood easier. Still, she'd have to catch him with something like that next time.

Her expression hardened again at the next question. She waved cigarette smoke out of her face but answered with as much distaste as if she'd just taken a big gulp of it.

"Then I'll just have to make them see the error of their ways."

Back to frowning. They wouldn't really do that, would they?

"But that won't happen, of course."

She spoke casually enough but watched him from the corner of her eye, looking surreptitiously for some tell or response to serve as a second opinion. It had occured to her that he wasn't the best person to mine for information - prodding at her was obviously his first priority - but she couldn't very well consult the sofa on the matter.

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[info]some_other_dog
2010-01-24 08:06 am UTC (link)
“Of course,” he parroted, giving a shrug of his wide shoulders and tapping his foot to an unheard tempo, then shaking his head and giving the ceiling a hopeless look in lieu of his class rep. He wasn’t entirely sure what he believed, but he didn’t doubt the stupidity of his comrades and he definitely wasn’t going to give up the chance to needle Ikeda.

“Of course,” he said again, louder this time, and sprung up from the seat, smoke taking a crazy jump in the air from the sudden movement. “It’s not like they’re a thoroughly incompetent bunch, or as if any have just been itching to steal that job out from under you.”

He shook his head solemnly, expression thoughtful as he made his way towards her. Another terse shake of his head and he was around her, hand and arm around her shoulder, leaning into her like they were pals. “None of ‘em got the bones to try and do anything dumb like that, right? You know, getting it in their head that they could do it better than you,” his voice had slipped down into a raspy whisper, “and they won’t go trying for it in the middle of one of those places, and even if they did the others wouldn’t get behind ‘em, right?”

He clapped his other hand on her shoulder and squeezed both comfortingly, then pulled away from her and looked at her forlornly.

“It’s good that you got such faith in ‘em, really.”

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[info]apathyisboring
2010-01-24 08:22 am UTC (link)
His arm on her shoulder, the lean in, the "comforting" squeeze, all of it happened with Kiriko tensing slightly, blinking in bewilderment and following along dumbfounded. It was the forlorn look and the final statement that seemed to snap her back to consciousness...

... and then it was her turn for a laughing fit.

She covered her mouth with one hand and looked away while trying to suppress the giggles but couldn't help from snorting every time she looked back at him.

"What was that?" She was still laughing behind her hand, but getting it under control now. "Rehearsing to be a villain on daytime dramas?"

The presentation was beyond ludicrous, but all the same he'd pretty much nailed it. Of course, whether or not he truly thought it was too unlikely to consider was indeterminable now, but now that she thought about it, a mid-Paradise power struggle really did not seem outside of the realm of responsibility.

Worrying about it now, however, would mean he was winning, and so instead she touched her knuckle to her chin, let her face relax into an amused smile and took advantage of the current levity.

"I'm not that easy a read, am I?"

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[info]some_other_dog
2010-01-24 08:42 am UTC (link)
He just watched her while she laughed, lips pursed together around his cigarette as he took long, hard drags off it. He had it pinched between forefinger and thumb, tapped it on occasion to shake off the ash, but otherwise stood stock still. He’d been expecting something like it from her, really, once he realized what he’d done and how hilarious it must have been. Had her slip up made him lower his guard enough to make him act a fool around her? Probably she thought that about him all the time.

He gave a shrug, a tiny, petulant thing, and scowled at her. Sure, it hadn’t been his best, but he’d seen people do that before in dramatically one-light bulb lit rooms. Maybe it would have helped if he had something sharp out? He patted his packets down absentmindedly, found he wasn’t carrying a knife at the moment, and frowned all the harder at that. Hell had his knife gone?

“Maybe. Could just be I know you better’n you think, Ikeda,” he said, scooting up onto the heavy table in the center of the room with nary a groan or creak of protest from it, legs stretched out and feet kicked up on one of the chairs circling it. “Could be I just have my own worries and they line up nice with yours.”

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[info]apathyisboring
2010-01-24 08:47 am UTC (link)
It took her a second to notice that apparently someone had shoved a stick up his ass while she'd been busy laughing. Her delicate brow lifted just slightly once his back was turned and he was heading back to the table. Really, what was his problem? He could laugh but she couldn't?

She rolled her head to the side with a tiny shrug as well, sobering up to match the mood's new temperature. After gliding over to the table she planted her palms flat on it, leaning against it and so slightly towards him as well.

"What are you worried about?" Her eyes stopped their meandering around the room as she asked and she looked directly at him instead, head tipping ever so slightly and betraying her curiousity a great deal more than the carefully intoned question.

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[info]some_other_dog
2010-01-24 08:55 am UTC (link)
He frowned hard at her, scar refusing to let the left corner of his mouth drop completely as usual, and tipped his head just as she did, though in the other direction. He rolled his eyes and looked at her skeptically, shook his head minutely, and heaved out a sigh.

“I just said ‘em. They’re dumb and it wouldn’t surprise me if one of ‘em’s ego got so big during one of our little outings that they decided to try their hand at it. Probably get themselves killed, or do something else to get on my fuckin’ nerves.” Another great sigh at that. Them getting themselves killed would be a fucking job, that was for sure. Probably he’d somehow catch the blame, and the stupid pig police didn’t need another excuse to go snooping around him or, by extension, his family.

He sneered just at the thought of it, lip curling, then caught himself sneering at her and went back to frowning.

“You think they’d just take you back up on it if you suddenly decided you wanted the chair again? Who you got in your pocket for that?”

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[info]apathyisboring
2010-01-24 09:00 am UTC (link)
She flicked her eyes over him while he sneered off into the middle distance. When he collected himself and addressed her again she gave a tiny shrug and turned, facing her back to him and leaning against the table with her palms still braced on the edges.

"What makes you think I need somebody in my pocket?"

Not that it wouldn't be nice... And not that it wasn't advantageous that the entire group seemed to think that he was in her pocket. What would she do if somebody's ego got out of hand...? Probably take them down herself. People would still listen to her, even if she wasn't the official leader, right? Right.

... Well, at least some of them would.

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[info]some_other_dog
2010-01-24 09:08 am UTC (link)
“Because half the people in this group are either brain dead or so full of themselves they’d rather get their own shit done and over with. You seen how they’ve been in there. Fighting and squabbling at each other. Kicking each other. Standing up to me.” He sounded properly rankled at the last bit, and he found it’d come out more as a growl than anything. Another sigh, then a thump when he flopped back onto his back on the table, arms stretched out wide and head dangling over the edge.

“So you gotta have the numbers on your side. You should know that.”

He turned his head to look at her, or rather the back of her head since she wasn’t facing him.

“They all think they’re worth a shit over there.. Here, whatever. Like they suddenly ain’t just the useless lumps they’ve always been. Threats to fuck them up ain’t so effective when they feel like that, so we-- you, gotta get something else. Favors. Dirt. Something to get rid of that bullshit feeling of importance.”

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[info]apathyisboring
2010-01-24 09:20 am UTC (link)
She started a bit at the sudden thud, looking down when his head appeared at the lip of the table. She watched him while he spoke, her head turning out again when he finished. Still considering, she hoisted herself up and slid back onto the table, crossing her dangling feet at the ankles and swinging them, her fingers still curled around the table's edge.

Valid points, all of them. It was a decent idea - why hadn't she seen it that way? Probably because she wasn't raised yakuza. Apparently, he thought like one after all. Who did she have 'in her pocket'? Loyalties were the first thing to consider... That meant Kozue, probably Misaki, and possibly Maeko or Toru or Kazuya... The wallflowers, the people she wasn't concerned with. She already had the shortlist of people she did need to worry about in mind.

But there was something to clear up first before she considered any further.

"You said 'we.'" She glanced back down to him. "Are you volunteering to help?"

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[info]some_other_dog
2010-01-24 09:27 am UTC (link)
“No,” he said smoothly, shaking his head and staring up at the ceiling. “They already think you got some bullshit hold over me, so me helping you out would just help that along.” Then he turned to look at her, grinning again, “besides, ain’t you got a reputation? You doing straight business like that with me would shatter it pretty quick, don’t you think? Already close as is.”

Speaking of close, he was suddenly aware of close he was to her. He frowned slightly, and edged away, eyes skipping from her face to one swell of hip that was right in front of him then back up. Then he frowned harder and sat up, wiped the look off his face, and gave a great yawn and exaggerated stretch.

“Besides, what’s in it for me? You want it done just as bad, maybe more, than I do. Someone else got put in charge and I’d be annoyed, but you’d probably froth at the mouth.”

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[info]apathyisboring
2010-01-24 09:40 am UTC (link)
She let out an exasperated sigh, leaning forward and propping up her head on a hand, elbow on her thigh and her other arm draped across both of them. It figured.

"It's not like they'd know about it," she muttered, already knowing it was pointless. "That would defeat the whole purpose."

She could do it herself, she supposed, if she really put her mind to it and used her creative powers for evil (and suddenly she was flashing back to purple skin and nine tails of hair and a wedding dress). Realistically, though, she was no stranger to the rumour mill, though getting blackmail-worthy information was always harder to do. There were probably other appeals she could make, however.

On the other hand, he was definitely more experienced.

"Even so, you still want it done." She lifted her chin from her palm and glanced over her shoulder at him. "You're just gonna leave it all up to me?"

A 'yes' could mean either confidence or laziness, but in either case, being put in charge of things she wasn't completely sure of how to do was just what she had been trying to get away from!

"It wouldn't be that much effort to pitch in." And it would probably be good practice for him later on, she thought, though that wasn't the sort of thing it was wise to speak out loud.

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[info]some_other_dog
2010-01-24 09:50 am UTC (link)
“They would if you had me go stomping around and sniffing at them alluvasudden. I don’t have any damned care for them, and if they caught whiff of you doing the same thing to others or something, well.. They’re dumb, but they’re not that dumb.” He slid off the table, chewed idly on his cigarette butt, batted it out of his mouth with a twist of his tongue and starting wandering aimlessly around the room. Probably looking for the hands, who had disappeared somewhere.

“Sure. You seem to think you’re good at this sort of thing, so if you do it I don’t have to lift a finger, and if you fail, well, then I can laugh at you.” He tossed her a grin over his shoulder, banged his leg into a surprisingly sturdy trash can (why the fuck did they have a trash can in the room?) and muffled out a curse as he hobbled over to the mini-fridge that’d appeared in the corner of the room not long after they’d discovered the room itself.

He leaned over towards it, produced the rattle of cans and jars, and then made his way back over to his initial chair with a bottle in hand, stretching the feeling back into his leg. It hissed softly when he twisted off the cap, and he drained it by half with three huge glugging gulps before he sat down.

“Not that much effort is still a fair bit more than I’m willing to put in for nothing.”

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[info]apathyisboring
2010-01-24 10:18 am UTC (link)
The universe was clearly rewarding her. Or maybe she'd dreamed that trash can into existence at the sudden stabbing desire to see the little rat bastard in pain? Well, either way.

"Well then, why should I do it?" She watched him as he dug a drink out of the mini-fridge, feeling suddenly obstinate. Why should she have to put something at stake and lay her dignity out on the line while he just sat back and waited for the win/win situation to play out?

She snatched his drink when he set it down, taking a comparatively dainty swig and replacing it where he'd left it.

"I was hedging my bets on my own plan and chances are nobody's going to be able to pull anything too drastic without getting shot down by the half of us that do have sense. It's not like I'd be alone if something did go down. So why should I put in all that effort while you just put your feet up and wait for me to fail?"

Bitterness crept into her voice at the last. Internally, she already had her answer - she should do it to prove that she could do it, but as much as the little voice in the back of her head screamed at her to get started, how could she bring herself to budge with failure and humiliation looming on the horizon?

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[info]some_other_dog
2010-01-24 10:19 am UTC (link)
He stared up at her, mouth slightly agape, when she snatched the drink out of his hand and took a swig of her own. What the hell was that? More importantly why hadn’t she gotten her own damned drink? He frowned down at the lip of the drink, undoubtedly covered in Ikeda cooties, but he’d had ‘em once so he it didn’t matter. At least she hadn’t stained it with lipstick or left floaters. He took another long pull off the bottle, downed the rest of the drink, then tossed it haphazardly at the trash can he’d bumped into. He’d turned around by the time he head it shatter. Just more work for the hands, or maybe the shards would go melting into the ground.. Maybe the drink itself was all just in their head. Ugh, stupid room.

“You should do it because I ain’t seen you do anything since forever. You must be getting twitchy for something by now, right?”

He looked up at her then, slow and steady, training his eyes over her like he was sizing her up until his eyes found hers and stuck. He smirked at her, and he suddenly regretted throwing the bottle away. Nothing quite like a calculating look over the lip of a bottle or glass.

“Or maybe you’ve lost it, huh? It’s been such a long time, and working people ain’t like riding a bike.”

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[info]apathyisboring
2010-01-24 10:03 pm UTC (link)
"Shut it," she grumped. She kicked her feet moodily, then got up to go and fetch her own drink from the mini-fridge (noting its apparently bottomless quality as she rooted around in the back for a gingerale). She returned back to her seat on the table, drinking distractedly.

Now it was a challenge, and hesitant though she was, how could she rightly say no? Besides, it's not like it wouldn't help to keep everyone safer if she had some way of keeping the troublemakers in line. It really was a good idea.

"And what do I get from you if I manage it?"

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[info]some_other_dog
2010-01-24 11:58 pm UTC (link)
“Tsk,” he responded, smirk growing back into his practiced, toothy grin. He stared at her, eyes flinty, face set hard behind the grin, almost disconcertingly so as he watched her move to the fridge.

“What, you want cookies or some shit?” he asked, tipping his head back and slumping in his chair, trying to relax and get comfortable again.

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[info]apathyisboring
2010-01-25 12:01 am UTC (link)
She took another sip and stared at the ceiling, leaning back on one hand and again considering this.

"Hmm... Yes."

A grin spread over her face, broad enough to match his, as she turned towards him.

"If I can do it, you have to bake me cookies."

Delicious cookies, tasting of victory and the humiliation of her foes. Or naysayers, in this case.

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[info]some_other_dog
2010-01-25 12:16 am UTC (link)
His grin slipped, fell, twisted sideways and come back as a great frown. He hadn’t .. expected her to take him up on the offer. He heaved out a sigh and slid deeper into his chair, butt dangling off it by now and head resting comfortably on the back of it.

“Alright,” he relented, giving her a hard look as he propped his feet up on the table, scooched up in the chair a little, and then looked away as he gave a great yawn. She wouldn’t know if he just went and bought some, anyway.

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[info]apathyisboring
2010-01-25 12:18 am UTC (link)
She watched him through narrowed eyes. Too easy.

"And I'm going to watch you bake them. Apron optional."

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[info]some_other_dog
2010-01-25 12:19 am UTC (link)
He mouth hung agape at that. Was she reading his damned mind? Was this some effect of the stupid room they were in? He rolled his shoulders, glaring sullenly at her.

“What about the rest of my clothes?”

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[info]apathyisboring
2010-01-25 12:22 am UTC (link)
"W-what?!"

She felt her ears go red and struggled for an innocent interpretation.

"Well, I'm not going to ask you to wear a dress or anything!"

Yes, that would work. Sort of. At least cover the fluster and pearl-clutching.

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[info]some_other_dog
2010-01-25 12:29 am UTC (link)
His grin snapped back in place at that, and he settled back into his chair with the smug satisfaction of having disarmed Ikeda. He stretched out , arms lifted above his head as he gave another great yawn. It looked more like a victory pose than a languid, tired stretch.

“Heh,” he grunted, eyes closing, and his posture made it apparent he was going to be taking a nap.

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