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Orihime Inoue ([personal profile] leekspins) wrote in [community profile] bravenewworld2016-07-01 03:23 pm

Groceries and Delinquents

[OPEN - Running Errands]

Orihime's short, chestnut hair swung lightly at the edge of her jawline as she walked. Clasped in both hands was a sack of her week's groceries, an assortment of inexpensive vegetables, a box of butter, a quart of milk, and a sack of rice. Nothing too fancy. There was a second smaller sack behind that one containing a few spools of thread in black, white, and light brown. Her long khaki shirt brushed at her shins, a simple pair of brown flats on her feet. There was nothing all that extraordinary about her at first glance, as she walked with her head down and an absent, faraway smile on her face. Her long-sleeved turtleneck shirt had the collar rolled down, the fit snug but modest.

There was still a little dusting of powdered sugar on her top, and a smudge of chocolate batter on her cheek, but either she didn't notice or didn't care. She'd worked hard at the bakery today, just as she always did now that summer vacation had started. She'd need the extra money for the upcoming school year, but for now, it needed to be spent on other things.

Like paying the deposit on her new apartment, since her last one had a giant hole blown through the wall, as well as the heavy fee she'd had to dole out for breaking her lease in order to live somewhere with all of its walls and bathroom in tact. Still, at least her brother's picture hadn't been damaged, and that was all that really mattered.

As she walked, her gaze was caught by something gleaming in a shop window, and she stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. She stared. Then she drifted forward, as if caught in a magnetic beam until she almost had her nose pressed against the glass.

Wow... A limited edition signed photograph of the great Pokemon Trainer and celebrated idol, Rise Kujikawa! And next to that... "OH! That's a rare one!" This time she did push a hand against the glass, her eyes wide as she spotted the trading card featuring Haruka Tenoh and her Rhyhorn. Was that signed too? She couldn't tell from the glare of the window, no matter how she squinted. She ached to rush right in and buy either one, but her wallet ached far more. With a resigned sigh, her shoulders wilted and she dropped her head, before forcefully pulling herself away. Maybe someday. After she finished school, and saved up enough money to open her own cake shop, she might be able to splurge on something nice like that.

For now, she just wanted to get home and roll herself into a hot bath, and cook an 'interesting' meal.

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CLOSED TO RYUKO


There was a time when walking home in the dark used to make Orihime nervous. She'd walk faster, take smaller side roads at a sprint if there wasn't anyone else around, and nervously clutch her keys in her pocket.

She'd since learned that it didn't matter what time of day it was; she was still going to be bullied even if it was broad daylight. When she first heard a familiar harsh voice bark her name, Orihime flinched, dread flooding through her entire body. She held her groceries a little tighter and forced herself to stand still, even though every instinct inside of her screamed that she should run. Running was a mistake. That was something she'd learned four years ago when they'd punched her in the stomach until she lay gasping on the floor in a puddle of her own vomit.

Nervously she cast a glance to her left and right, hoping to see anyone else nearby that might speak out if they saw anything violent, but all she saw were the piles of construction supplies and lumber behind the chain link fence. She waited, swallowing hard, and trying to squash her anger and fear. She had to be calm. She had to be quiet.

It didn't take the quartet long to reach her. The chain link fence rattled noisily as Orihime stumbled into it, roughly shoved back by the older girls. She'd encountered them many, many times before. They were the reason her hair was short. They were the reason she tried to leave school very early, or failing that, very late. She'd even tried changing up her route home, but all of these solutions were temporary. Eventually they found her, bruised her, and humiliated her, over and over again. Orihime had hoped they'd be too busy at the beach during summer vacation to bother her, but she was wrong.

"I told you, the color of your hair pisses me off!" the older girl loudly declared, and spat on the ground. "You still haven't dyed it? What an arrogant brat."

Orihime didn't deny it. She kept her head down, avoiding eye contact, and clutched at the fence as if it were a dear friend silently supporting her. Another girl seized her by the front of her shirt, forcing her to put her back against the fence and face her bullies.

"How should we punish her this time?"

The leader took a drag on her cigarette, tapping the ash, and smiled. "Push up her sleeve."

Orihime struggled despite her earlier resolve, but they grabbed her by the hair and shoved her up against the fence again. They restrained her as she flailed, and pushed up the sleeve of her shirt to bare her arm. No. Stop! she wanted to scream, but she held her tongue. Her eyes widened with fear as they kept her secure, while the leader brought the burning cigarette closer to Orihime's exposed skin.

Suddenly the sharp heat broke Orihime's silence, and she bleated in pain. One of them slapped her across the face.

"Don't be such a wimp!"
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[personal profile] actsmagnificent 2016-07-02 02:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"She's more into theater now."

So says a voice from behind Orihime, casual but amused. Something accompanying this voice buzzes in reply, a crackly, electric sound.

The person standing behind her, should she turn around, looks an awful lot like the person on that trading card. And while she may not have a Rhyhorn with her, she does have one long leg swung over some kind of two-wheeled vehicle. With a rather mischievous face. (Hence the buzzing.)

Professional Rhyhorn aren't allowed on the streets, and Haruka's non-pro Rhyhorn are too unreliable. Thus, behold. The Rotomcycle.
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[personal profile] actsmagnificent 2016-07-02 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Haruka just grins and rests a hand on her handlebars. She nods at the girl's groceries. "Did you need a ride?"

And the bike revs of its own accord. Broken Möbius the Rotom has finally accepted that he is not a Pidgey (after being raised from an egg by a Pidgeot). He may never get to fly super high up in the sky with Trainer on his back, but he gets to zip Trainer around inside this thing instead! Not a bad life.
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[personal profile] actsmagnificent 2016-07-04 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
"You don't have to hold back." Haruka pats the seat and smiles, waiting patiently while the girl gathers her things. "Come on. Those must be heavy. I'd be remiss if I didn't do something for a fan, Skitty."

Skitty.

The word hangs in the air, suspended in a cloud of glitter and rose petals. It doesn't seem to be an imposition in the slightest for her to do this for the other girl.
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[personal profile] actsmagnificent 2016-07-11 02:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Grinning, Haruka waits calmly for her passenger to find the best possible seating arrangement before passing her a helmet. "Where are we headed?" she asks, also waiting for Orihime to get the helmet in place - safety first.

It might also be observed that there's nowhere for a passenger to hang on in transit except to the driver. Just an unspoken truth, mind you. Perhaps it's unimportant.

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[personal profile] guitar_case_vagabond 2016-07-02 04:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, ain't that just a thing to see.

The route through this construction zone was a pretty handy shortcut that Ryuko took fairly often but it had always been pretty much deserted every other time. It looked like fate had different plans for today as she came across this scene.

Now, Ryuko had a pretty checkered past herself when it came to being a delinquent shithead. She'd closed in on some poor loser in a dead end more than once but when she was there she handled things herself, one-on-one, with said loser having every chance to fight back and she didn't go further than she needed to. In fact, she'd taught a lesson to a few of her own guys who didn't follow those rules. That was just how it was done in Caldera.

So something like this got her blood boiling.

"Oi!" Her shout was punctuated by a rock being pitched directly into the leader's back. Not with her full strength but definitely enough to hurt like a sonuvabitch. Anybody turning would find Ryuko standing there, one hand in her jacket pocket and the other tossing a second rock up and down. "So, this is how Union bullies do things, huh? Tch, so much for standards."
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[personal profile] guitar_case_vagabond 2016-07-02 05:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Ryuko was already walking forward, ignoring Ronikers there chewing out her fellow thugs. Ignoring the scared girl's shake of her head. She even ignored the rock bouncing right off her forehead with a dull thock. Didn't miss a step or even blink as it clattered to the ground harmlessly behind her. Her own rock flying up and dropping back down into her hand with an easy rhythm.

Double resistance, bitch.

"Oh, you will, huh? Okay, then." She came to a stop and caught her rock one last time, closing her fist around it. "So go ahead and do 'even worse' to me. I'll stand right here while all four of you take your best shot to try and drop me."

PAFF! And that was the sound of the rock in her hand bursting into dust.

"Then I'll take my turn. How's that sound?"
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[personal profile] guitar_case_vagabond 2016-07-02 06:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"Uh huh. That's me alright." She cast a glance downward when Ronnie's spit just missed her sneakers. Lucky for her. Her shoes were duster and worn out but that kinda shit just isn't the kind of thing she could let slide. She was already gonna have to make sure this chick regretted her choices today but the rest were just followers, she could go a little easy on them. She might even let that one giving her starry eyes go all together if she apologized enough.

She let the rock dust drop out of her hands, dusted her palm off on her jacket and, true to her word, stood in place when Verner came in for her swing. Her fist struck dead on and she would have quickly found that Ryuko's neck had all the give of a steel post.

"One." She counted off in an almost bored tone. She looked to the rest of the group. "Who's next? Or do the rest of ya wanna pass?"

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[personal profile] senpaidol 2016-07-04 03:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Rise, meanwhile, hears her name and hangs back for a minute...but can't help but be overwhelmed by curiosity.

"Hey, they're not putting out new merchandise, are they...?" she says. Forgive the immediate closeness of the idol/actress/trainer, Orihime, she has no sense of personal space even around strangers. "They are! When did I even sign that..."
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[personal profile] senpaidol 2016-07-11 03:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh boy. Rise puts on a professional smile and gives an unprofessional little wave. "Hi, yeah, that's me. Sorry for sneaking up on you like that, it just caught my eye at the same time it did yours..."
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"I might...," Rise says, going back to staring at the card again. "And then go tell the A.C.E. Studio guys that I haven't been getting use-of-image checks."

Unless this was the Theater's doing somehow, but it didn't seem like Haruka's style.

"Anyway, it's nice to meet you, Orihime. Guess you're a fan from way back, huh?"

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[personal profile] faithfulflame 2016-07-04 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Orihime's not alone in standing there, staring at the various odds and ends in the memorabilia shop. In fact, there's quite a lot of staring going on from the Xatu that's perched on the window ledge, beak pressed against the glass. Her eyes are fixed on that same trading card of Haruka Tenoh, and the Pokemon's wings ruffle periodically. She's trying to figure out just why Trainer's friend is stuck on paper when the noise of the girl touching the window startles Ravi.

Her head turns and she blinks, wide-eyed and awkward at Orihime.

Xatu?
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Ravi blinked owlishly at Orihime, her head canting to one side in curiosity. She trilled a little at the first question, bobbing her head up and down in reply. She did like trading cards, because they had all sorts of things on them. What confused her was when they were people that she knew.

The second question, though, got a different sort of answer as Rei Hino stepped out from behind the corner and into view. Ravi's eyes darted towards her trainer and she crowed, gesturing one feathered appendage towards the priestess.

"She does, yes. I'm sorry if she's disturbing you, too. She's always drawn to these memorabilia shops for some reason," Rei said as she approached with a nod of her head. As she neared, her eyes noticed the card and she huffed a laugh. "Staring at Haruka-san again, Ravi? You know you can just go over to the theater and see her whenever."
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[personal profile] faithfulflame 2016-07-12 02:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Ravi quirked her head to the side, and like all Xatu she simply stared at Orihime. It's a quirk of the species, and that's simply that. Rei, utterly unbothered, waves off the girl's concern. "Not at all. We were just out, and she took off. She does that sometimes."

It's not like the councilman's daughter couldn't find her, even if she was lost, too. Ravi and she had a psychic bond, and a strong link. She crooked a finger and the Xatu flaps over to perch on her head, getting a bemused huff.

"Haruka-san? She's alright. A little but cryptic, but kinder than most"

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