epidemiology | THEY SEE ME ROLLIN', THEY HATIN'

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THEY SEE ME ROLLIN', THEY HATIN'—

CHARACTERS: Gintoki Sakata

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DATE: December 14th.

WARNINGS: this is a Gintoki log.

SUMMARY: Mostly scooter related, but some other things too: a SOL hell post.

( 1. ) SCOOTER HELL #1

_{[ After all the care and attention he had been given from all of these model citizens (seriously, you know who you are— and who do you think you even are anyway?), Gintoki is up and running to his healthiest. He had received once he had gotten out of jail a personal item from home and hasn't been using it except recently because he's in better condition to.

People might have seen the strange, silver "horse" as some described it, buzzing between the two divided parts of the city. Though, people in the goblin's side might catch a better glimpse of it. The horse in question is usually seen as a beacon of silver light before somebody can fully see it in the lantern lights that decorate the city.

Maybe you sent Gintoki on a task to retrieve something for you, such as an item from the market (specifically if you're on the goblin side and want something from the human side, fugitives!) or maybe he's just stopping by for a visit— you decide! It's completely up to you (remember, he's a freelancer who will do any task for money), but he stops his scooter near you. ]}

Yo.

_{[ He's running late, for whatever it is we're doing, but you don't even get an apology. There's a sucker in his mouth and he pulls it out when he shows up— that probably wasn't safe to eat while you're driving, but w/e. ]}

( 2. ) SCOOTER HELL #2

_{[ Maybe it's the other way around— you don't need him, he needs you! Especially if you're somebody he's had CR with. He's talked about something really important that he needs to show you and doesn't go into description about it, but he's asking you to wait outside of the inn you're staying in— human or goblin inn, it doesn't matter.
And again, here he is, pulling up in his mo-ped like he is the absolute shit. It's a bit of a nerve wrecking stop as he spins the scooter, making it come to a stop by breaking and allowing it to skid to the side. Wow, look how cool it is! Maybe he was trying to accommodate for how small he was down there.

Once he has stopped there is a long silence as the dust he stirs up has settled. He removes his helmet. ]}

It's cool, isn't it?
_{[ yeah this..... was all he wanted to show you. You came outside for this. ]}

( 3. ) OUTSKIRTS

No, this isn't what I'm looking for either. Do you have something that is like this, oi, pay attention— It's like this— _{[ Gintoki is having at it with a goblin vendor who is selling some articles of clothing on the streets. He's aggressively gesturing to his yukata, scooter neatly parked off to the side. ]}

White and blue— where I have have one arm out. I don't want two sleeves. I want just one sleeve. Do you have just one sleeve..!?
_{[ he goblin seems a bit frustrated at this and pulls out another article of clothing that looks nothing like what he's wanting (which is the exact same thing he is wearing). It's just.. it's a little stained, even after Alice washed it, with blood and has a few tears in it.

Gintoki grits his teeth, beginning to lose his patience as well. The goblin pulls out what appears to be a dress next, which is indeed, white and blue— but it's a dress. ]}

What the hell is that..!? WHAT KIND OF PERSON ARE YOU TAKING ME FOR..!?
_{[ break up this argument? watch in awe? I'm not sure, but things could get violent if you just sit back and watch. ]}

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[ to be quite honest, she had been fairly upset that morning, waking to find that her charge had disappeared. it had been concern, mostly, worried he might have relapsed during the evening (she might not have shared the bed with him, but she'd curled up on the floor close enough to hear him struggling through some nightmares; she regretted making that promise that evening, vowing he would feel better with her concotion, when it seemed all along he had pains the potion could not actually reach) or if she had somehow offended or scared him away in the night hours.

she found the letter, of course. had puzzled and agonized over it a fair few hours, worried it was a list of grievances and upset she could not understand a letter of it so she could not even apologize properly. she thought perhaps to leave it at that, certain he would have preferred to never see her again. she had overstepped her boundaries, said something wrong, looked at him wrong, something — whatever the reason, it had been her folly, and she only wishes she could have properly apologized.

it was purely coincidence, then, that she happens upon this scene when she did. despite the warnings and her better common sense, there were times olivia dared to venture this far (no other vendor in the trades district had deals quite like the others had around this area), and she'd just finished haggling her way into an ounce of mixed spices. this she'd been stuffing into her satchel when a familiar voice cuts through the air.

she, of course, could have just turned around and walked away. instead, she makes another bad decision that day and takes a half-step closer. ]

Um. Is everything okay here...?

_{[ Gintoki practically falls flat first on the ground when he hears Olivia intervening in their conversation— or argument, at this point— and it causes him to pause. What was she doing here of all places? Wasn't she staying on the human's side in the inn he would sleep in on occasion?

Gintoki looks at the vendor, a sudden change in his voice: ]}
—As I was saying! What kind of person do you take me for? I'm not paying that less for something like this! This is my last offer and you're going to take it whether you want to or not!

_{[ He slams his money in the vendor's hands. It seemed like he was giving him a little extra and takes the dress from him.

Wow. Just what he always wanted. Not.
He looks directly at Olivia, awkwardly holding the dress. ]}

Ah, Olivia-san. I am bartering with this seller. That is all.
_{[ 'And I just wasted so much money because of you, damn it.' ]}

[ she stiffens up a little when he approaches her, shoulders hunching up in a very obvious defensive mechanism.

but all tension seems to fade (well, okay, most of the tension) the moment she sees how much money has actually been exchanged. ]

Mr. Fruit... [ her tone is low, eyes flickering between the man before her and the goblin grinning to himself several paces away.

the look on her face is quite grave. ]

You just got robbed.

_{[ He sounds nearly hysterical. He knows that, dammit! ]}

Aaaah, no no. You don't understand.. this dress it's— _{[ He holds it up high, examining it. ]}
Hand woven, with materials.. from a different planet. An entire differently planet— Planet Namek, actually.

And the lace on the bodice it's from the asshole of a rare goddess. They're goddess asshairs, don't you know that? The trim is pure gold. This was practically a steal.
_{[ 'How did I get stuck in this situatiiiooonn..!?' ]}

Mr. Fruit knows how to buy, you don't have to worry.

Edited 2015-12-14 20:07 (UTC)

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