Katsumi Shinoda (![]() ![]() @ 2012-11-16 08:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-20, teddy |
nothing new, wild west
Who: Katsumi & Teddy
Where: Streets of S.O.
When: Afternoon
The television was on mute and had been for a while. Whenever the news came on, Katsumi tried to absorb it, to understand it. She did. It was not for a lack of intelligence that she could not, but rather but a basic lack of knowledge of current affairs and a confusion that came with the newsreader’s accent. To her knowledge, it was the first time she had come across an accent like that, but what might have been a curious thing had it not made already-confusing information harder to understand only became irritating. Fast. Watching the text that appeared on the screen didn’t help either. Nor did the text that caused her phone to buzz off the edge of the table. Oh... Ishida. Or rather, it was sent from his phone. She did not trust communication when she could not either see or hear him.
[15:19] Have you left that apartment at all yet?
Yes! Well, she had. She had been in this town for... longer than one could survive without really going food shopping, although she had actually only done that once so far. She had only needed to do that once so far because she had found where they stocked the noodles on the shelf in the store and had immediately bought them all, along with other things she knew would keep. Although now that she thought about it, Katsumi was acutely aware of how bare her cupboards were getting. And she wanted to find somewhere that maybe some chopsticks. They were preferable to the knives and forks she had. That... that was a valid reason to need to leave the apartment, supposedly of her own volition. Still clutching her cell phone like a bizarre lifeline, she dropped the chain whip she knew she would probably not need into her bag along with her wallet, keys and... and after a moment’s thought, dropped her tanto in as well, completely without ceremony. It could take it. Likelihood was that she would not need those things, but she felt better for having them with her, their familiarity making her feel less like a baby horse taking its first steps as she meandered out of the Court and out into the streets - where she did not actually know where she was going. At all.
At least the Americans drove on the right side of the rode. Still, Scarlet Oak wasn’t quite like where she had spent time in California or New York. There she had had strict orders to follow. Here she felt a little like she was struggling to keep her head above the water’s surface. As a result, she was ignoring any wake of confused psychics she might have been leaving behind her while she tried to find that store... whichever store that store was. All she knew was that it had to sell chopsticks.
“Excuse me.” She didn’t know or really care who the person was, but she was going to ask them anyway. “Do you know a place that sells chopsticks?” And now she looked like a little lost Japanese girl who needed something to eat her noodles with.
... Which was both accurate and completely inaccurate all at once.