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WHO: Jonathan Crane ( phobiaasphyxia ) and Ruka ( gallitrap )
WHERE: Random Bus-stop number 4
WHEN: Around five-pm, May 25th
WARNINGS: Mind fucking of the highest order
SUMMARY: Ruka just wants to go home. Jonathan has other plans.
FORMAT: Quicklog or paragraph.

[ We have a Crane dressed in civilian clothing -- nice workshirt, tie, pants, etc -- and he's waiting for the bus. How much harm could he do? ]

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[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.

[ He nodded, smiling a fraction ]

Transfer student, or...well, I'd hate to say that your parents forced you to come to this place, but it seems apt if it happened, no?

Something like that.

[Ruka closed her eyes for a moment, trying to piece together a believable story that didn't instantly peg her for an imPort.]

My parents are always away on business, so... I'm staying with my uncle until things calm down.

[It was mostly true. No need to mention that her parents were years into the future and on a different continent.]

I was much the same when I was a child -- my mother and father were entirely devoted to the family business, so I stayed with my grandmother more often than not. It was quite an experience.

[ he hummed lightly ]

Forgive me for, perhaps, being too personal, but: do you miss them?

Really? What was it like?

[ she purses her lips for a moment, before nodding. ]

Yeah... sometimes.

It was...an experience, I suppose.

[ He looks down the street, distant ]

She was an old-world type of woman. She believed more in punishing the crime than learning from it and continuing on with life, so I was forced to learn how to do my best at every step of the way, lest I anger her.

[ He shakes his head. ]

But is neither here nor there -- do you keep in contact with your parents regularly? If not, you should. It helps.

Edited 2009-06-03 01:07 (UTC)

She sounds like a strong woman.

[ Ruka can understand that sort of mentality; after all, hadn't she come to this place with the ideal that anyone who caused conflict should be punished, no matter their reasons? But everything now seems so muddled, it's hard to tell sometimes who the good guys are. ]

[ At his question, Ruka hesitated a moment before giving a nod. ]

Yeah... I write letters, but it takes a while before they can respond.

[ He nods, taking her answer at face-value despite the slight pause. ]

And you have no other family, here?

[ It's a long pause: two cars drive by without incident, but eventually Ruka nods at this and then immediately shakes her head. ]

No relatives, no... but friends as close as family.

Good.

[ Another nod, this time followed by a gentle smile. ]

More than good, actually. [ a tiny laugh ] This City tends break bonds as easily as we can make them, sometimes.

[ Well, now you've done it, Crane. You just had to talk about the bonds of friendship, didn't you? Ruka's left hand leaves her pocket, moving to clutch her right arm — as if assuring herself that something is there. ]

My friends... they cherish the bonds between people more than anything else. So, even if the friends I make here go back to their home worlds some day, or if I leave, too... I know that they would keep those feelings alive no matter where they go.

[ Her right hand moves, and curls into a fist against her chest — but, still, her left hand does not leave her right arm. How curious. ]

So... it doesn't matter, if the marks of friendship fade, or we're separated and unable to see each other again. I'll always keep the bonds that are important to my friends, and treasure those people in my heart.

[ He notices three things all at once once her little display is over, and they sound off in the back of his mind in this order:

One -- The little girl before him is hiding something.
Two -- She is also in possession of what seems to be a great many pseudo-filial bonds.
Three -- She would be the perfect candidate for his latest experiment.

He smiles, faking a gentle laugh. ]

I envy that conviction. Truly, I do.

Edited 2009-06-08 00:33 (UTC)

[ Ruka smiles as well, but doesn't laugh in return. She drops her arms once more and folds them behind her back. ]

You have friends that are very important to you, too, right?

[ He pretends to have to think on the question ]

Some. [ a pause ] None of them are here, however.

[ Which either means that he, too, is an imPort, or... perhaps merely just a normal Citizen whose friends moved away, or he came from somewhere else to this place. ]

Do you keep in touch with them? [ She smiles, almost teasing. ] I hear it helps.

[ he laughs, again, though this time beneath his breath ]

Sometimes. When you become older, it becomes harder to do so, I think.

Really? It seems like it would be easier, once you're older.

[ A non-committal shrug. He moves to sit down on the bench ]

Time inures us to each other moreso than strengthens bonds we make in childhood. Between families supplanting bonds of friendship, and windows of opportunity to actually experience one another's company becoming smaller and smaller, it's hard for -- at least myself and those I grew up with -- to actually connect with each other all the time, if at all.

It's why I only count two men as being my "friends" instead of simply acquaintances.

[ Ruka eyes the bench, but does not sit. After all, the bus should be arriving soon, and while she felt more comfortable with the stranger, she didn't want to have to get up and then run, should any monsters or anything similar show up. ]

[ She was, regardless, saddened by his story. ]

I'm sorry you feel that way. But... even if you are apart from the friends you know back home, you can always make new ones, here. It's been much easier for me to make friends here than it was back home.

[ He stays silent for a couple of odd moments. ]

Would there be a point to it?

[ Ruka gives the stranger a very peculiar look. She seems confused. ]

Of course there is.

Outside of the obvious need for connection?

That's like...

[ Ruka frowns, thinking for a moment. ]

Like asking if there's a point to eating. Part of it's because it's ... necessary, but if it was only that, then people wouldn't bother making things taste good.

[ He shrugs, rolling his shoulders back ]

I see no need for it, no.

[ She gave a small nod, conceding the point. After all, she didn't know him — he might have been satisfied with his two friends. ]

[ ... what time was it, anyway? ]

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don't pretend i can't see those keywords ian

they are terrible, i know

crane is becoming exponentially creepier the longer this goes.

it takes time for these things to happen

by which i was still referring to keywords >>

oooooh. my mistake.

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