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

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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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	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. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	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. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

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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	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." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	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?” (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	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. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	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. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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