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[Who knows? About twenty feet from said bus station and approaching is a young girl with a hat pulled down over very, very green hair. That's probably not a native Citizen there, Crane.]

[There is also no one else nearby.]

[ how convenient. He doesn't really register her as being "there," despite the hair. ]

...

[She keeps a relative distance, but close enough that eventual bus driver will see her at the stop. Too bad it's a federal holiday — the buses won't be coming as frequently today. Who knows how long until the next one down this road?]

...

_{[ Still silent. He's pretty good at it. ]}

Edited 2009-05-26 00:18 (UTC)

[ making no moves to talk to the stranger, she keeps her hands in her pockets. waiting for the bus, heigh ho, going over card stats to pass the time. ]

[ Now he's getting just a wee bit anxious -- or at least acting like it. Whee; he looks at his watch, and then to the road, and then back again. ]

....Late.

It's a holiday, so they run on a different schedule.

[She's not the type to fidget, but the sooner the bus arrives, the happier she'll be. She's pretty sure "talking to strangers at bus stops" is something her guardians would not approve of — though they don't approve of her going out alone anyway. Funny how that works.]

[ He shakes his head, and lets out a small, annoyed noise ]

This is unacceptable.

[ She gives a little shrug, hands tightening on whatever it is she has in her pockets. Come on, magical public transportation vehicle! She wants to get home in time to listen to the news on the radio. ]

[ He snorts, fidgeting a bit until he finally stands up and goes to lean against the side of the side of the...contraption that works as a roof for the waiting are. ]

Unacceptable.

[ She glances to the side, looking at the guy she really shouldn't be talking to. She doesn't recognize his face, but he does sound familiar. He doesn't look like it, but he could be someone from the network? Her finger circles the record button of her communicator.]

[ He looks down the street, waiting a few odd minutes before just. Giving up on appearing to be angry. After apparently settling on looking exasperated, he looked over to the young girl and seemed to finally be aware of her again. ]

Do other civil servants take as much time to do their jobs, you think?

I don't know.

[She also peers down the street, but no, there is no lumbering bus coming their way.]

But there could be traffic, or something.

But to this degree?

_{[ He scoffs, and shakes his head ]}

There has to be a better way.

[She shrugs, her hands relaxing a little. Of all the things she should be worried about, the timeliness of public transit was not near the top of the list.]

Sorry.

_{[ He sighs ]}

It isn't your fault. I am simply -- stressed, I suppose. If I do not arrive on time to my shift, I don't know what will happen.

[Ruka's mouth scrunches a little against her cheek, something close to a frown but not quite. It is a little late to be going to work, isn't it? Most people are going home around this time.]

I'm sure if you called them and told them what happened, they would understand.

_{[ He winces. It isn't as if the thought hadn't occurred to him, but. ]}

--I am pulling double-shifts by taking on someone else's, today. Technically, it's "against the rules" for me to call in and have them officially acknowledge it.

Oh. I'm sure everything will work out alright, sir.

[ Perhaps she should send a message home? She only remembered the different bus schedule a little while ago, so she's probably going to not get home until after her promised time. But she didn't know for sure that this guy was someone from the network — and how many Citizens knew what their communicators looked like? Perhaps she shouldn't risk it. ]

[ He shakes his head, as if debating what to do next. The minutes kept tickng by while they waited. ]

...Perhaps I should call it in.

At least then they'd know, even if they can't do anything officially.

[ Ruka isn't the type to fidget nervously, but she does have the habit of clasping her hands together in small fists when she's worried or anxious; almost as if she is silent pleading that everything return to normal. Her hands leave her pockets for a moment as she clasps them together, peering for the bus. She might be trying to put on a brave front, but her emotions are obvious — she's worried, and tired, and obviously just wants to be home two hours ago. Her hands head back to her pockets. ]

[ Crane, moreso than others practicing his craft, he believes, can look at people and almost intrinsically know what's bothering them. It was what made him such a sought after psychologist back in Gotham: the knowing of facial and physical ticks, and what they mean on the whole. The girl was obviously nervous, and he wasn't helping matters. ]

Hopefully we won't have to wait long.

[For the first time that evening, Ruka's mouth tugged up into a small smile. She was nervous, yes, and frightened, but neither of these would change the situation. He had done nothing wrong, after all; it was only polite.]

Hopefully.

[Like always, she fiercely wished her brother were there — then he could do all the talking with strangers, and she could hide behind his confidence and she herself could go unnoticed.]

[ He offered her the most demure smile he could muster, shaking his head from side to side. Perhaps -- perhaps he could do more than bitch and whine about his job, no? But where to start; where. To. Start. ]

...So.

[ awkward. ]

How long have you lived here?

[Ruka flipped her communicator over in her hand a few times, hidden in her pocket, as she looked down the street for the ever not-there bus. Perhaps she really should call ahead.]

Only a few months.