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 Posted: Sun May 15, 2011 7:40 pm
Jerome raised a brow when a kiss was blown at him. even if it was mean to be a joke he could name a few gangsters who would have Izaya's neck open and bleeding for a gesture like that, but as for Jerome... He didn't see the point in getting annoyed over it. the guy seemed eccentric like that.
Instead he grunted at the comment about him being alive, sure that no one particularly cared.
"Blond hair... long" he answered after a moment of remembering "... Feather on her ear..." What else could he say?
It seemed to be the only thing he could really articulate about the girl who recruited and saved him. He could mention those street wise eyes, but Jerome just wasn't a really descriptive guy when it came to people. "S'bout it. ain't seen her since." He added with a shrug.
Jerome was fine going at the pace he was at, not indicating he needed help, and once he was on his feet, walking was a little easier, so long as he didn't take to big of steps.
The dark man stared though, at the door with a half lit expression when Izaya declared a challenge of sorts, watching the guy disappear out of the room.
"..." Was he serious? once Jerome reached the door and stepped into the hall he glanced around to see what direction he had gone.
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 9:07 am
Having known quite a few people in the past who had wanted to rip Izaya's head off his neck for similar reasons, the trainee was fully aware of what consequences his actions may have incited. It could have been that he was testing Jerome to learn more about the gangster's character. It could also have been the possibility of an angry Jerome that had spurred the informant to move so quickly out of the room.
As he jogged, Orihara pondered the description of the woman that Jerome had given him. He hadn't seen anyone like that yet, but at least he would have an idea of who she was if he did eventually come across her. He stored the bit of information away as he continued down the hall, reading signs and memorizing landmarks of the building as he made he way toward the stairs to the roof.
His heart beat against his chest and the dull pain in his back flared to life as he stretched his muscles. It was just another obstacle to the game, though. Jerome would have an even tougher time of it, he imagined, having one bullet wound more and with both injuries on his chest rather than his back. So what if he re-opened a couple of stitches? As long as he didn't over-do it and rip open the whole thing again, they would heal soon enough. Besides, this was worth it.
"You still there, Jerry-kun?" Izaya called back over his shoulder down the corridor, pausing for air. "I found the door to the stairs, I think. Can you manage stairs?"
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 1:39 pm
"Yeah" He muttered his reply when Izaya called back to him as he paused, still leisurely making his way down the hall, ignoring the growing pain.
that guy must be one suborn b*****d to go hurrying off ahead like that. If this said anything about how their race was going to go, Jerome had to admit, he was looking forward to that,
"They're just stares, yeah I can manage stairs."
stairs were nothing, ******** stairs! Jerome didn't need stair- okay yeah... maybe this time around stares were a little more of an obstacle than they usually were.
His face twisted slightly, frowning as he started up them, but refused to stop or slow his pace.
Damn, ******** stairs.
"You keep that up, I'll be healin' quicker than you."
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 6:10 pm
"I know. Demeaning, isn't it?" the informer laughed painfully, guessing Jerome's thoughts as the man paused to consider the stairs. "We're so crippled that even stairs are an obstacle course. But you know what they say~ No pain, no gain."
Groaning as he managed to keep only a pace or two in front of the gangster, Izaya stared down at the ascending steps. "Heh...it's so boring going up these like normal people. Ever tired rail-skipping?" he asked. "How would you go up these if you were completely fine?"
Snickering at the tattooed trainee, Orihara paused to catch his breath, allowing Jerome to pass him. "Even when you took two bullets and I only took one? What a monster, Jerry-kun. If that happened, I couldn't call you human."
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 6:59 pm
Anyone who did Parkour needed to be open to the high risk of being injured, Jerome knew that, he figured that helped him with being able to handle this, how many times had he knocked his head or slipped his grip while practicing?
There weren't a lot of people in the world who could do parkour for a reason.
Jerome did pause at the question about how to take the stairs had he been... not shot.
Taking this question very seriously, he paused and let his eyes flick around theses steps, looking at what was available, eyes moving up to the ceiling clearance, then seeing how long the steps were exactly.
"Take the walls... and the rail" He said, pointing from one to the other. "Most of these could be taken with one jump anyway."
He shrugged, putting his hand on his side as he continued up, slowly.
"what 'bout you?"
He couldn't help an amused chuckle when he was compared to a monster "Now thats more like it, Furs."
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 7:22 pm
"Me? I'd probably walk upside down on my hands," Nakura replied before giggling. "No, just kidding. I'd do the same - rails and walls. In fact, that's what I did on the stairway leading up from the outpost entrance in Camphoreon. Heh, if the way hadn't been so narrow and Frosty-chan hadn't been so slow - he'd been hiding a few cracked ribs, stubborn man - then I probably wouldn't have gotten shot at all."
Raising a brow, Izaya grinned up at Jerome as they neared the top of the steps. Just a few more... "What? You want people to think of you as a monster? I'm sorry, Jerry-san, but like I said, you're too nice. Sure, appearance-wise, a cover-judging person would avoid you at a glance. Me, though - I know better." He winked.
"There was this high school friend of mine - well, maybe 'friend' is putting it a bit strongly - but he looked just fine. Was the brother of a famous movie star, in fact. It was his mental state that needed work. No one could reason with him. He'd get angry at the slightest thing and fall into a rampage." Orihara laughed at the memory. "Now he was a monster. I love humans, but I can't call him one of them. I hate him. I hope he's dead already," Izaya snickered. "You should be glad you're nothing like him, Jerry-kun. At least you have a brain." How did Izaya know this? Well, Jerome didn't seem to get angry easily, for one, so his emotions weren't likely to cloud his judgement before he made his decisions.
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 8:02 pm
At Mention of another person named Frost... some place in Camphoreon and him getting shot, this caused Jerome to glance up again, "How did ya get shot? this Frosty guy do it?"
When Izaya went off on someone he considered a monster. and how he didn't think Jerome was a monster.
He had to be honest, he wasn't to sure why this guy thought that way, and it caused him to blink a couple of times, putting a frown on his face the next second.
"Whatever" He said to brush it off, twitching his shoulder in a shrug, not really sure how else to react to it.
"Ya don't strike me as someone who would hate someone." He noted, this guy was so bubbly and bouncy all the time, what would it take to make him hate someone. "How do ya know I ain't like that? I am a gangster, and not for no reason ya know, Looks like I'm a rocket now to, how much worse can I get hn?"
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2011 9:52 pm
"Eh?" Izaya blinked. "Oh, no, no, he was ahead of me. While I was waiting for him to get a move-on, I was shot in the back. Hahaha, I'm sure he would have loved to be the one to pull the trigger if he could have, though. I don't think we started off on the right foot - I didn't give him a very good first impression." He smiled. "That's right, you probably weren't part of the Rockets, then. Cops broke into a Rocket outpost in Camphoren. On my first visit there, too."
"It's a compliment! Trust me," Orihara told Jerome. "That guy and I tried to kill each other the first day we met. I had parkour on my side, though, and he - well, his lack of common sense got him hit by one of those huge trucks as he ran out into the street to chase me." The brunette snickered. "Sadly, he didn't die. He's too resilient. You should kill him sometime, Jerome! I would be indebted to you forever." He laughed. "Besides, I've been trying for years, and all I can do is carve him up with my blade. He bleeds, but he takes pain like a rock. A very stupid rock."
"Don't I?" Nakrua asked, turning to Jerome with a smile. "Well, then, you can guess just how much I dislike this guy. He and my twin sisters. They're unlovable - by my or anyone's standards. It's a certified fact." Going over to the edge of the building, the informant carefully sat down, wincing at the movement of his back.
"Mmm, maybe you are. I've only known you a few hours, but you haven't blown up on me yet. Not even when I flirt with you," he snickered. "So unless you're bottling it up and saving it for sometime special, I think you're a pretty clever guy. Not someone that a manipulator like me can easily take advantage of." He tapped his head for emphasis. "You don't let your emotions get the better of you like most people. At least you don't seem to, anyway," he added, realizing he really had almost no indication about the true impact of the death of Jerome's gang on the man.
"So! While we're up here playing 20 questions, is there anyone you hate and want to die, but just can't kill?" He kicked his feet back and forth over the edge of the building.
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2011 3:32 am
Jerome wasn't exactly a person of many words, at least, not as many as Izaya, He never was really. He was usually the one in the background that just kinda looked scary, and he was pretty damn good at doing that to.
Not that he seemed at all annoyed with the talking, naw, he was okay listening.
At least Izaya didn't have boring s**t to talk about, or he would have ignored him like he did the others in the room. Plus, a guy who knew the same streets Jerome did, plus he did Parkour, respect right there.
Once on what looked to be a outlet to a ledge... or balcony, seeing a stretch of building over head.. how the hell tall was this building anyway?
Instead of sitting, Jerome chose to stand, stepping to the edge and staring out at the desert, with a slight furrow of his brow. This was freaky, he's never seen to much open land before.
"Me kill him huh?" He glanced down over at Izaya after this, the guy sounded pretty insane if he could take a truck hitting him and getting cut up and still live. "Never heard of a guy like that before, he live in Camphoreon?"
Against he turned his gaze away, eyes focused on the sunset.
"Can think of a few I wouldn't mind seein' dead." He added after a while of thinking this through. "Gang wars, ya make a lot of enemies. But it ain't like I got a face for all of the ******** who pulled the trigger on my bros. Takin' down a whole gang on my own ain't really that smart of an idea either"
There was a slight edge in his voice when he talked about that, though it was overshadowed by something that resembled fatigue.
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Posted: Tue May 17, 2011 8:27 am
"Mmm, he used to," Izaya responded, a musing look in his eyes. "I don't know if he's still there, though. He gets fired from jobs so often thanks to his temper and strength that I'd be surprised if there was anywhere left for him to work in that city," he chuckled. "Ahh, Shizu-chan...hehe, at least I'll probably never have to worry about him again; not while I'm a part of this organization."
Putting up one leg, he folded his knee close to his chest, draping his elbow over it casually. He stared off into the distant sky, watching the colors meld in silent admiration. When Jerome finally spoke up again, Orihara glanced over at him. "You don't have anyone specific in mind then?" he asked. "Just the enemies of your gang? Sounds pretty generic. That would make almost all the other gangs in the city, unless you have alliances with some of them."
Pausing, the informant looked a little thoughtful. "What did you say the gang was who shot down yours? Do you even know?" The edge in Jerome's voice had not escaped Izaya who, since he had first gotten Jerome's attention, had been studying the man carefully for changes in his temperament. If the other gang had caught the Runners by surprise, especially without the protection or back-up of ET-14, then it would have been harder to say what gang the murderers were members of.
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 12:05 am
"Hn. An whats this bout twins? sisters ya said?" He asked, remembering a passing mention of them. "What makes ya hate yer own sisters so much?"
He didn't sound like he particularly cared about the two, or that he held some kind of moral stance on hating one's own sisters. it could have probably been his neighbors nephews cat and Jerome would have still asked.
Sitting down would have probably been nice, but Jerome couldn't bend his torso at all, so sitting down wasn't exactly an option right now.
Standing had a dull pain to it. but he was content. feeling the wind again, seeing the lowering sun.
One wouldn't think it, but Jerome was rather fond of sunsets, one with Parkour always gets the best seats in the city for it to.
For a long time after Izaya asked him more question the gangster didn't talk. It might have seemed like he hadn't heard Izaya, had it not been for a soft frown on his face.
He had the answer, but he was probably lost in his own thoughts to remember to answer.
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 7:34 am
Oops. Izaya had hoped Jerome wouldn't have caught that. He was sharper than he'd thought. The man sighed, briefly considering denying mention of the twins. As Jerome continued asking about them, however, it became clear that tactic wouldn't work. "...I never really knew how to deal with those two. It's annoying, you know, for someone like me to not know how to deal with something."
He sneered, not wanting to talk about them too much. "My sisters...are called 'Kururi' and 'Mairu'. Since our parents and our environment growing up was completely ordinary, those two, I think, turned out abnormal because of my influence."
Noticing Jerome still standing, Orihara cracked a grin, somewhat feeling sorry for the man. "Want to sit on my lap?" he offered musingly. "Don't worry, I won't drop you~" Six stories, if Izaya recalled the floorplan correctly, was a long way to fall. "Heh...it's nice being so high up, isn't it? Makes you feel like a god." Even so, he missed the view overlooking the city where he could peer down on the humans below like so many tiny ants.
Registering the soft frown out the corner of his eye, the red-eyed trainee said nothing more. He looked out onto the desert, watching the sky reflect its multi-colored, dying light as the sun set. If Jerome had just recovered from the accident following his friends' murder, he probably hadn't had time to properly morn. And everyong, Izaya knew, had their own way of mourning.
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 12:46 pm
The offer for Jerome to sit on his lap broke the lengthy silent stare from Jerome, and the man glanced over at Izaya with a raised eyebrow. followed by a snort, he honestly wasn't sure if this guy was serious or not most of the time he talked.
"Dude, I'm ganna have to punch ya one of these days, y'know that right?"
Lifting a hand up to gingerly rub at his stiff neck, considering what Izaya had said about his sisters. It kind of answered his question, but just raised more, Jerome got the feeling this wasn't something that Izaya was going to be to forthcoming on.
"Hate what ya help create, hn?" He finished with a slight grunt.
His eyes were returned to the desert, "Like gods, probably," He answered, though uncertainly. Maybe more of a demon on Jerome's end, can't say he's really thought of it that way before. he simply used it as a way to be withdrawn from the streets, away from the violence for a while, away from the danger.
Funny how one would find refuge in a place where one slip and fall could kill you.
"Would say like a predator."
What the Runners used their skills for after all, sometimes resembled the act of a hawk swooping down onto a mouse.
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Posted: Wed May 18, 2011 9:41 pm
Izaya grinned. "Of course. But you know, a guy like me gets used to taking a few punches now and then. It's usually worth it to determine a person's snapping point. So how about coming over here and giving me a kiss, mm?" He jeered playfully, tapping his cheek. "Least you can do for me after I got us both out of there."
"Heh...maybe so. I feel guilty for influencing them, but I had no idea they would turn out the way they did." He sneered. "Their goal is to become humankind in a nutshell. Despite being twins, they consciously formed two completely contrasting human stereotypes, becoming totally different from each other - on purpose! They think it makes them special to combine their forces as one; better than any individual alone. Siblings. Ugh."
He rolled his eyes before casting his gaze down toward the dizzying desert floor beneath them. "Yes...if you have the will to go down there and kill your prey," Izaya replied to Jerome's comment. "That's one difference between you and me - I'm not willing to get my hands dirty." He winked. "I'd rather point out two enemies to each other and watch them finish each other off from above."
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 12:11 am
"Bet you do, knowing the kind of people you deal with." He added. letting out a soft snort of a chuckle when he was asked for a kiss.
That was new to. Generally not something a guy asked from a gangster, and expected to keep all of his teeth after.
It was either luck, or intuition on Izaya's part, but Jerome didn't seem particularly threatened by this request, if he even took it seriously in the first place, either way his eyes didn't leave the view of the desert.
"I won't forget this," He replied, nodding to indicate the sunset. "But I won't be repayin' ya with a kiss."
"Sounds whack to me." He replied to the story about his siblings, sounded really complicated to. humankind in a nutshell? Was there such thing?
He did raise an eyebrow at this, not sure how they really were, how they behaved, or how different they were. Or why he hated them so much for it.
Jerome didn't worry about it for to long though, it really wasn't anything that affected him so much, but as he said before, sounded pretty messed up.
"Same world, different jobs, Furs. M'sure ya didn't so much have to worry about people comin' into yer hood, startin' s**t." It was at this that he moved his gaze over to Izaya, looking down at the dark haired man. "Helped us hold onto our turf for as long as we did, had all the other gangsters scared as ******** of bein' jumped from above."
Jerome let out a breath through his nose after this.
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