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 Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 10:36 pm
"Hehe...no, I'd imagine not." the informant murmured in reply. That seemed to be one of the main virtues among gang members. Confidence enough to avoid being influenced by others and their perceptions of oneself. He silently wondered what the older man thought of himself, though, to get them done as he had. They appeared to make him more... bestial.
Nodding absently to the list Jerome recited, he recalled what he knew of Jerome's gang. They had been pretty powerful, even as a sort of sub-class within the larger group of ET-14. Appearing oblivious to Jerome's narrowed gaze, he continued, "Well, I suppose if you're still alive, breathing, and talking just fine, then it's safe to say it didn't. How fortunate for you." With a heavy sigh, he tried to shift positions, yelping as he brushed against the newly-changed bandage. "Heh...I'd better get used to that...I'm betting you don't want to stay here any longer than I do, though."
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 11:13 pm
When Izaya yelped, Jerome jerked his head back slightly, grimacing slightly, knowing that must have hurt, he kept tweaking his own injuries. his own bullet wounds throbbed a few times.
"Been here to long already" He grumbled."They barely let me outta this bed,"
regardless of what he said, the man took a hold of the sheets that were over his waist.
he moved gingerly, sliding his legs off the bed to that his feet were touching the floor.
He remained sitting though, stuck in a position that looked as if he was going to try and stand.
"Ganna go crazy like this, already gettin' that itch to go climbin' up a buildin'"
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 8:18 am
Izaya watched hesitantly, curiosity getting the better of him. He said nothing as Jerome maneuvered his legs off the bed, eyes widening as the man mentioned climbing buildings. "...Parkour? In your condition?" he laughed.
Indeed, high places were among his own favorite; especially within the city. The allowed him a maximum advantage viewpoint for observing humans. And, more than that, it made him feel like a god. "If you try that now, gangster-san, you're going to end up in a lot worse condition than you are already. No doubt you'll have to stay in bed longer, too."
He smiled. "Tell you what. Since our legs aren't really affected, I can try to convince the medics to let us get some time off this afternoon for good behavior. We can watch the sunset on the roof or something. How would you like that?" Orihara winked. "But you're going to have to get back into bed and behave like a good gang member until then. It's only a few hours."
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 1:31 pm
Looking back up from the ground, over to the guy in the other bed... what was his name? ah, Jerome didn't remember.
Blinking a couple of times before he suddenly laughed, strangled, and sounding like it -really- hurt to laugh, but he didn't let that stop him.
"Sit still like a good gang member" he repeated, though not in mockery, he sounded like this was genuinely humorous to him.
Sit still and behave, that was probably one of the more interesting things anyone's requested from him, and he was used to some pretty outrages requests. He seemed to be getting that a lot in the past few days though.
He let his laughter die down with a shake of his head. Though... Jerome wasn't going to deny that this was a very tempting plan.
"If ya can work yer magic Messenger boy."
He raised a brow, definitely implying that he was in on this.
Those who practiced Parkour gained a level of freedom that most people never got to experience, a freedom not easily given up.
To go from being able to go anywhere you liked, not letting such silly obstacles as a fence, or a building get in your way to being trapped in a bed? It was disturbing, bullets in the chest or not.
The gangster let out a heavy sigh "I'm down."
shaking his head, he began moving himself back into this damn bed.
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 2:14 pm
"I'm glad to know you're human enough to laugh, still," Orihara noted, smiling. "Perfect. Just leave things to me."
Not wanting his newly-talkative companion to be disheartened just yet, as they still had some hours to go, he spoke up. "So, you practice parkour, do you? You and I should have a little game sometime. Maybe a race." His eyes wandered, refocusing as he imagined the city. "When we're healed, naturally. It'd be far more entertaining than those silly obstacle courses they make us run for basic training. Wouldn't you agree?"
He wondered what the half-shaved man thought of the tedious exercises trainees were expected to go through...if he had even gotten a chance to try them yet. Izaya reminded himself he didn't even know how long the man had been here. Even so, he doubted Jerome would have too much trouble with his well-built structure - not like him. Izaya prided himself on his stamina and speed, but physical strength was not among his talents. It would be interesting to see how the fellow parkour-user utilized his own abilities to their highest potential. Everyone had their own way to go about it, after all; their own style.
"Alright, so we don't know each other's names, correct? But if you're going to keep calling me 'Messanger boy', I get to make up my own name for you," he declared. "How about Cupcake? I like that name."
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 6:49 pm
"Hn" He let out a single grunting chuckle 'human' wasn't something he had been called in a long time.
glancing past his dreadlocks, and over to Izaya, Jerome's eyebrow cocked slightly.
"ya know Parkour." He realized this, with a tone of mild interest, though he eyes the other man sceptically, the guy was a stick, was he serious? Jerom would have to see this. "Yer on man,"
"Can't say I know how it is. think this is... third day here? and all I've seen was this room." He cast a dark glance around the room. "m'sure they ain't ganna be an issue anyway."
obstacles sounded like fun... actually.
Jerome was content with a bit more silence, the moving around was agitating his wounds, only reminding him of how little he was able to move.
But when Izaya brought up the issue with names, The dark man couldn't help but sit and stare at him for a moment, not sure if he should be amused or not.
"Dude... I make you think of a Cupcake?" he added after a stretched out silence of bewilderment. "Really?"
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 9:08 pm
"I was hoping you'd say that," the smaller-built male happily replied. He may have been slender, perhaps more than was appropriate for most males, but he liked to use that to his advantage as part of his own style. It made it easier to leap over and on things when you were lighter, and to slip through smaller spaces, like an alley cat. "Better heal soon, then, because if I heal first, I'm just going to use that time to prepare. It's actually been a while for me." Things had been so dull in Camphoreon when he had left it that he'd really had no reason to practice his favorite escape routes or show off his skills.
"Ah, you're newer than I thought. No wonder you're so eager to get out of here. It's not much to look at." Sighing, Izaya glanced at a clock. Maybe half an hour more, and he would press the button to call somebody to his bedside. He was getting pretty antsy to get outside himself. "It might not be an issue, but for someone who enjoys parkour, such a straightforward obstacle course can be dreadfully boring."
The informant cracked a crooked grin. "Not exactly. I just wanted you to experience the same indignity you're saddling me with by calling me a messenger. You're about as much a cupcake as I am a messenger, you see. I used to sell information for a living, not just pass it on."
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 9:57 pm
Jerome would have responded to that challenge in that instant had he not kept in mind the severe pain of the bullet holes in his chest.
Instead he gave a quirk of his eyebrow, and fixing Izaya with a very still stare, saying, without words 'Bring it'
He didn't know what the obstacles were like, if they were made for normal people then yeah, he knew what Izaya meant by them being boring.
"Sometimes ya just gatta be creative with how you take an obstacle." he grunted, with a slight shrug.
Settling back against the pillows on the bed with a long breath through his nose, he lifted a hand up. "Don't see the difference, s'what stands out, ya got a better name? One I'll remember? Like messenger boy."
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 11:19 am
Laughing lightly at Jerome's unspoken dare, the informant tried to ignore the agony of his own back. It would be very interesting to do some parkour with this one, that was certain.
"Oh, believe me, I've tried," Orihara assured the larger man. "But no, they don't support creativity or individual thinkers. If you don't do it exactly how they tell you to, then they make you go back and do it again. Quite tedious, really, but I think it's to instill obedience in orders rather than trying to out-wit them." He sneered. "It wouldn't do for the subordinates to think they're smarter than their superiors, after all. Some of them might get a little rowdy."
Reaching over carefully for the button on his bed, Izaya pressed it once to summon one of the medics to his bedside. "The name 'Izaya' doesn't stand out enough for you?" he laughed. "Or Nakura, or Kanra?" Pondering a bit, he replied, "Well, if you'd rather not refer to me as an 'informant', which I actually am, then I guess I have a visual for you."
He nodded to a sad-looking fur-trimmed coat that was draped over a chair near by. "Normally I go around wearing that, but since Seth tore off my hood, it hasn't really been the same." He smiled regretfully at Jerome. "Still, 'Fur Coat' or 'Informant' are both less syllables to remember than 'Messenger boy'."
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 7:34 pm
Didn't support creativity, Jerome frowned at this "Well tough s**t for them." He muttered, before raising his voice to speak normally "They don't like what skills I throw down on the table, than they can get over it. I ain't about to let them tell me how to do somethin' they probably show s**t about."
... Clearly Jerome had no idea how Team Rocket worked.
He was so used to street gang life, where if you wanted to move up, you had to stand out to the leaders. Obeying was for the more cowardly members.
"Dude, I'm so horrible with names, See I already forgot what yer name was." he shrugged, but drew his attention over to the coat when Izaya pointed it out. Hearing the story about it, and some dude name 'Seth' ... was that supposed to mean something?
"Fur boy? I might remember that one. ya still look like a 'Messenger Boy' to me."
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2011 11:47 am
Izaya laughed at Jerome's spirit. Oh, he liked this one. He liked him very much. "That's what I thought! But here I am, demoted back to trainee, and that's after getting a bullet in my back, getting slapped around a bit, and beat about the head for my efforts. Let me tell you, that Executive Seth-ou knows a thing or two about slamming people up against a wall. I imagine he did it a lot when he was younger. Or maybe received the experience by being the one against the wall."
He waved a hand dismissively. "Don't worry, you'll get your chance. Just survive basic training first, and then you can show them all the 'skills you throw down on the table'. Evidently, before me, no one was ever demoted from a Grunt to a Trainee before, so you're not likely to follow in my footsteps."
"If you can't even remember names, you'd make a terrible informant. I can't imagine we'll be put in the same department." Snickering at Jerome's confession, Nakura turned his head to face him. "Fine. Two can play at that game. Let's say for a moment that I don't remember your name from the good ol' days. What do you have people call you usually?" He sneered. "Come to think of it, you sort of do look like a cupcake. A chocolate one that someone licked half the frosting off the top of."
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 12:30 am
Demoted? He furrowed his brow at this, still not entirely sure how Team Rocket really worked like that, they had ranks in his own gang, but it was more of a 'who not to mess with' kind of basis.
"Seth hn?" He asked, seemed like a name he should remember... but probably wouldn't.
Whatever, Jerome knew just what it was like to be a bully.
"'Make it sound like the army or somethin', basic training?"
He shook his head "Damn, what exactly did I sign up for."
He snorted a chuckle when he was told he would make a bad informant, closing his eyes again as he settled against the pillow, flexing his fingers in and out of a fist to casually distract from the discomfort.
"Naw, I ain't got any interest in doing your job." He admitted.
Another short, more amused laugh came from Jerome when he was compared to a half licked cupcake. "dude, if that floats yer boat than go for it" he said, opening his eyes again and turning his head toward Izaya. "Gang called me TJ, or Jerome."
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2011 7:16 pm
Izaya nodded at the reconfirmation at the name before suddenly adopting a wicked smile. "If you want something to remember him, by, he especially loves being called 'blushing maiden'. You'll know what I mean when you meet him."
Laughing, the red-eyed man sighed. "That's it, essentially. This place is certainly run like a military base, so if you treat it as such, you'll be just fine. But hey, better to have signed up than to have died on the streets shot down like a dog, neh?"
"Jerome. Mmm...I think I'll call you Jerry-kun. You're too nice a guy to fit such an intimidating-sounding name," Nakura teased. "I think I'd have to see you on the streets to believe you were a gangster. So how about that sunset?"
By then he had heard the medic come in and beckoned them quietly to his bedside. In soft tones and whispers, he requested his and Jerome's temporary leave of absence from the room. With a few choice words of persuasion and a reminder that the two of them needed to exercise their legs, the medic finally agreed. Giving Jerome a thumbs up, Izaya scooted himself to the edge of the bed. The medic stood by idly in case either of the two patients required any assistance.
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2011 3:41 am
Jerome gave Izaya an exasperated look at the offered nickname for this 'Seth' guy.
"Yeah, sure, an I'll go do that. Cause I ain't got a clue when I'm bein' ******** with by a snitch from the streets." He added, his comment laced with sarcasm.
It didn't seem to bother him, if anything it was actually pretty funny, now he knew why this guy was slammed up against the wall.
He had to admit, he wasn't so sure about this military thing, sounded to stuffy for him.
But Izaya was right... "Guess yer right, I would be dead now, ain't for Team Rocket, an Feathers, I wouldn't be here." He frowned softly at this, he really did belong to them, didn't he. He owed Feathers that much anyway.
Jerome made no indication against the brand new nickname, seeming to not exactly care what he was called.
Being called nice did inspire a raised brow and a look that said 'are you serious?' but just snorted in response catching the teasing in Izaya's tone.
When the nurse came in, the gangster watched with silent patience as Izaya seemed to work his magic.
And what do you know, the guy actually did it.
Oh this was going to hurt so bad, but it was going to be so worth it.
"Right on man." Jerome told the informant as he repeated his earlier movements of pushing himself out of his bed, making much more effort this time and managing to get to his feet.
Oh yeah, it hurt, but Jerome didn't let on, far to stubborn for that. Gangster had an image to uphold after all, a nice, tough scary one.
One that was already ruined just a little by being called "nice"
Whatever, it was all chill.
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2011 4:14 pm
The man giggled. "Well, you wouldn't if I was. Which I'm not. Not at the moment, anyway," he asked, blowing Jerome a playful kiss.
"Yes, well, we're all ecstatic that you're here and not dead," Izaya assured Jerome, wincing as he hopped off the bed. He held up a palm to keep the medic at bay as they started forward to help him. "but if you keep going around calling people 'Furs' and 'Feathers', they're going to think you're referring to pokemon or some kind of clothing material. You should use cuter nicknames! So, what else do you remember about this 'Feathers'?" he asked, curious as to the identity of Jerome's recruiter.
He regarded the tattooed trainee carefully as he too escaped the confines of his bed. Unlike Izaya, Jerome had not one, but two bullet wounds, and he had probably been in bed longer in a more serious condition. He imagined the small amount of pain he had had to endure was very little compared to the gangster. Maybe that was how the tough guy liked it, though. He did a good job of concealing his suffering, however much it might have been.
The medic hesitated, apparently wondering whether or not to give Jerome a hand, but Izaya shot them a steady look, sensing his new companion would want to do things his own way. Beaming once he had triumphed, Nakura gingerly picked up his torn parka from the chair and began to walk at an increasing pace toward the door. "Bet you can't get to the rooftop before me~" he jeered before disappearing into the cooridor.
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