Shinjiro Aragaki (荒垣 真次郎) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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destinystrings2013-08-13 11:37 pm
themortalhalf) wrote in destinystrings2013-08-13 11:37 pm
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Every year, at this time / I'd look over at some friend of mine
Who: Shinjiro Aragaki + OPEN
Where: Naganaki Shrine + Iwatodai Dorm
Summary: Shinjiro tries very hard not to celebrate his birthday. He goes looking for lost watch instead. (Backdated to Sunday, August 11)
Warnings: Shinjiro's language habits. Not much else. Will update as needed.
[Naganaki Shrine]
[If Shinjiro could have his way, the eleventh of August would pass by just like any other. It would just be another mark on the calendar, and would end just like the tenth had before it: with no real significance—he saw no reason to make a big deal out of it (there were enough festivities in Hinoto-Ri already. Last thing he needed was another day). He didn't need or want the attention for just surviving another year. The eleventh had come and gone uneventfully last year, for the most part, when he only had one person to worry about meddling in his affairs. That person was gone (for five months and counting—shit if that still didn't feel more unnatural than anything else here), but Aki had certainly left even more tenacious replacements.
So when the sun rises that Sunday, he leaves the dorm early and heads out into the city. He has something that needs doing, anyway. He needs to retrace his steps: his watch is gone. He noticed it was missing far earlier. Even though he has a connected theory or two regarding its disappearance—other reasons to explain why his pocketwatch suddenly went missing, besides his being careless—he's not about to ask, because if it turns out it hadn't been taken it for some nefarious purpose that certain people shouldn't waste their time and goddamn money on, it would mean that he had lost it. It wouldn't be the first time. And the last thing he wants is for other people to go searching for it because of his own carelessness. And if there is a reason, he'll get it back eventually. …But he can't not look for in the meantime, can't leave it to some alleyway or god knows where. He worries that it's maybe stuck in that goddamn maze, and he won't be able to get it back.
So he takes the time to pass through the places he locations he frequents, searching. It's a good distraction, if nothing else, and before long he passes into Capricorn mid-afternoon and walks into the Naganaki shrine—one of the few remnants of his world, and thankfully empty. There, he begins searching for the watch he won't be able to find, ducking in and out of the playground equipment, searching the sand for something that may have accidentally gotten buried, even approaching the main shrine itself to look if it had maybe dropped in one of the offertory boxes, moving and cleaning any debris he finds that remains from the minor rainstorm a week before.]
[Dorm]
[Regardless of the outcome, he'll come home to the dorm eventually, as he always does, once the afternoon has passed into evening. He had intended to stay out longer, but in the end he gives into obligation and whatever else driving his return home. He can stand a few hours of nagging and actual socializing. Possibly. Maybe. Not really.]
Where: Naganaki Shrine + Iwatodai Dorm
Summary: Shinjiro tries very hard not to celebrate his birthday. He goes looking for lost watch instead. (Backdated to Sunday, August 11)
Warnings: Shinjiro's language habits. Not much else. Will update as needed.
[Naganaki Shrine]
[If Shinjiro could have his way, the eleventh of August would pass by just like any other. It would just be another mark on the calendar, and would end just like the tenth had before it: with no real significance—he saw no reason to make a big deal out of it (there were enough festivities in Hinoto-Ri already. Last thing he needed was another day). He didn't need or want the attention for just surviving another year. The eleventh had come and gone uneventfully last year, for the most part, when he only had one person to worry about meddling in his affairs. That person was gone (for five months and counting—shit if that still didn't feel more unnatural than anything else here), but Aki had certainly left even more tenacious replacements.
So when the sun rises that Sunday, he leaves the dorm early and heads out into the city. He has something that needs doing, anyway. He needs to retrace his steps: his watch is gone. He noticed it was missing far earlier. Even though he has a connected theory or two regarding its disappearance—other reasons to explain why his pocketwatch suddenly went missing, besides his being careless—he's not about to ask, because if it turns out it hadn't been taken it for some nefarious purpose that certain people shouldn't waste their time and goddamn money on, it would mean that he had lost it. It wouldn't be the first time. And the last thing he wants is for other people to go searching for it because of his own carelessness. And if there is a reason, he'll get it back eventually. …But he can't not look for in the meantime, can't leave it to some alleyway or god knows where. He worries that it's maybe stuck in that goddamn maze, and he won't be able to get it back.
So he takes the time to pass through the places he locations he frequents, searching. It's a good distraction, if nothing else, and before long he passes into Capricorn mid-afternoon and walks into the Naganaki shrine—one of the few remnants of his world, and thankfully empty. There, he begins searching for the watch he won't be able to find, ducking in and out of the playground equipment, searching the sand for something that may have accidentally gotten buried, even approaching the main shrine itself to look if it had maybe dropped in one of the offertory boxes, moving and cleaning any debris he finds that remains from the minor rainstorm a week before.]
[Dorm]
[Regardless of the outcome, he'll come home to the dorm eventually, as he always does, once the afternoon has passed into evening. He had intended to stay out longer, but in the end he gives into obligation and whatever else driving his return home. He can stand a few hours of nagging and actual socializing. Possibly. Maybe. Not really.]
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He expects good things from you, Labrys.
He ducks underneath the remaining bars, straightening to his full height, trying very much not to look like what he currently feels. 'Reserved' was an awfully nice way of putting it, but at least some of the rougher edges have sanded down to a manageable level. Look a little less like fangs. "What are you doing all the way over here, anyway?"
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"Explorin'. There are a lotta neat things t'see around here. When I was at the compound, we had to stay cooped up in the recreation area. But here I can go wherever I want." She chuckles. "You like comin' here?" He seemed to until she showed up.
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"Keep forgetting you're one of Aigis' lot," he says, voice low and words half-mumbled. Cousin or sister or whatever she preferred to call herself. She would have been stuck indoors, at the Kirijo facility, come to think of it. Not that he would have initially believed being stuck in one place would have mattered to a battle-functional AI. He hadn't spent a long enough time with Aigis to understand much about her—other than there was more to her than just components and a predisposition to translate dog talk—nor had he been around to see her eventual development as October ran into the coming months. With Labrys, though, he's beginning to see a bit of it, though he can't for the life of him imagine why they gave her Kansai accent.
"I like comin' here fine." More than that, really, but what are details. "It's a piece of Iwatodai, so might as well check to make sure the place is still here."
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She would have to stop by more often to make sure nobody ruined anything. It was a nice little spot. "I'll help keep tabs on it too, then!"
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"Nuh-uhn. When we left Inaba and were on the road, everything went blank, and I ended up here. The last thing I remember was Akihiko-san tellin' us about how he wanted to become a cop." She looks a little embarrassed. Thinking about it, the people she considers her best friends have only known her for about a day. "What's it like?"
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Fastest way to make him go stir crazy, that.
"What's it like?" He falls silent for a moment, thinking about it. "Not bad, I guess. A city. Not some country town that's got nothing to do. Ain't Tokyo, but it's got enough goin' on."
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"Kinda like here then? I think I'd like it there, especially if it has interestin' spots like this one. But Inaba's nice too. It's a country town, but it must be unique from the boring ones."
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He shrugs his shoulders. "Kind of. It's a man-made island. Unlike here. It's smaller than this."