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victory_road2016-06-03 02:38 am
usedflareblitz) wrote in victory_road2016-06-03 02:38 am
[ OPEN ] I have my own version of vital signs
Who: Yang Xiao Long & others!
What: largely listless loitering
Where: Goldenrod City
When: prompts start on 6/1, extending into the weekend
Warnings: during the transfer from R29, Yang was given a canon update. she is now a walking spoiler for the end of Volume 3 of RWBY. as a result certain uncomfortable topics that may arise in dealing with her. I have an opt-out post which extends past just replying to this log. I'd appreciate it if you took a look there before replying at least to brace yourself. castmate threads will be especially difficult, so stalk those at your own risk!
(A) 6/1 - Yang's old job
[ This diner in Goldenrod was a unique attraction. Most of its table space was situated outdoors. Service came not just with a smile, but with the added excitement of servers zipping around on skates. Summer was just around the bend, so business was picking up, and the manager was quite pleased to see Yang come in. Having her skates already in-hand, she manager was hopeful that Yang was here to start her lunch shift early. It's too bad the only reason Yang was here was to turn in her skates. As soon as that bad news was delivered, the blonde girl walked right back out without even considering placing an order for her favorite sandwich...
After Yang cleared the front doors her weary eyes scanned her surroundings. Despite the warmer weather, she was in her trainer outfit's red jacket. That wasn't odd compared to what was going on with her right sleeve. Yang's right hand was nowhere to be seen, and the fabric of the coat flapped loosely as she moved, starting at a point above her right elbow.
Yang marched right up to the nearest person and brought up her gloved left hand. In her right grip were the laces from which a pair of purple roller skates dangled. As if it was the catch of the day or something. ]
Hey. Can you take these off my ha—? [ Yang winced and tried that phrasing anew. ] Do you want them...? Or else I'm just going to throw them away.
((OOC: only one person can claim the lone pair of skates; preferably in the subject line if you're reasonably sure it would happen! others can tag in this prompt if they would refuse her offer outright.))
(B) 6/1 - outside and around town
[ With that business out of the way, Yang was free to wander aimlessly. Sometimes she stopped in front of the window of a business to check out the help wanted ads. Most times she would be there for a whole two seconds before turning away, either wearing a frown or outright scowling. One would think there would be something she can still do around here...
Other times, she can be seen walking alongside her tall and fluffy Arcanine. Growly was feeling more protective than usual, even going so far as to intercept anyone she did not recognize the scent of, should they come up to Yang. Or, if Yang was about to run blindly into someone, Growly would step in between so that Yang ended up with a face full of fluff and confusion. ]
(C) 6/3 - a park
[ Despite better judgement, Yang made a halfhearted attempt to play catch with her Pokémon. They were all tired of being cooped up, or so Yang believed, but they were not satisfied with romping about freely in such nice weather. It took some coaxing to get Yang to grab a stick and blindly throw it but... she's not left-handed. She had no way to control where the stick ended up with such lack of attention given to it.
It could end up on someone's picnic basket. Their blanket. The bush behind them. Hitting their Pokémon on their side. Hitting them on the head. No matter the outcome, Yang will jog on after it, looking and sounding thorough apologetic with a hint of underlying anger. ]
Damn, I'm sorry. I ... didn't watch where I threw that.
Are you okay?
What: largely listless loitering
Where: Goldenrod City
When: prompts start on 6/1, extending into the weekend
Warnings: during the transfer from R29, Yang was given a canon update. she is now a walking spoiler for the end of Volume 3 of RWBY. as a result certain uncomfortable topics that may arise in dealing with her. I have an opt-out post which extends past just replying to this log. I'd appreciate it if you took a look there before replying at least to brace yourself. castmate threads will be especially difficult, so stalk those at your own risk!
(A) 6/1 - Yang's old job
[ This diner in Goldenrod was a unique attraction. Most of its table space was situated outdoors. Service came not just with a smile, but with the added excitement of servers zipping around on skates. Summer was just around the bend, so business was picking up, and the manager was quite pleased to see Yang come in. Having her skates already in-hand, she manager was hopeful that Yang was here to start her lunch shift early. It's too bad the only reason Yang was here was to turn in her skates. As soon as that bad news was delivered, the blonde girl walked right back out without even considering placing an order for her favorite sandwich...
After Yang cleared the front doors her weary eyes scanned her surroundings. Despite the warmer weather, she was in her trainer outfit's red jacket. That wasn't odd compared to what was going on with her right sleeve. Yang's right hand was nowhere to be seen, and the fabric of the coat flapped loosely as she moved, starting at a point above her right elbow.
Yang marched right up to the nearest person and brought up her gloved left hand. In her right grip were the laces from which a pair of purple roller skates dangled. As if it was the catch of the day or something. ]
Hey. Can you take these off my ha—? [ Yang winced and tried that phrasing anew. ] Do you want them...? Or else I'm just going to throw them away.
((OOC: only one person can claim the lone pair of skates; preferably in the subject line if you're reasonably sure it would happen! others can tag in this prompt if they would refuse her offer outright.))
(B) 6/1 - outside and around town
[ With that business out of the way, Yang was free to wander aimlessly. Sometimes she stopped in front of the window of a business to check out the help wanted ads. Most times she would be there for a whole two seconds before turning away, either wearing a frown or outright scowling. One would think there would be something she can still do around here...
Other times, she can be seen walking alongside her tall and fluffy Arcanine. Growly was feeling more protective than usual, even going so far as to intercept anyone she did not recognize the scent of, should they come up to Yang. Or, if Yang was about to run blindly into someone, Growly would step in between so that Yang ended up with a face full of fluff and confusion. ]
(C) 6/3 - a park
[ Despite better judgement, Yang made a halfhearted attempt to play catch with her Pokémon. They were all tired of being cooped up, or so Yang believed, but they were not satisfied with romping about freely in such nice weather. It took some coaxing to get Yang to grab a stick and blindly throw it but... she's not left-handed. She had no way to control where the stick ended up with such lack of attention given to it.
It could end up on someone's picnic basket. Their blanket. The bush behind them. Hitting their Pokémon on their side. Hitting them on the head. No matter the outcome, Yang will jog on after it, looking and sounding thorough apologetic with a hint of underlying anger. ]
Damn, I'm sorry. I ... didn't watch where I threw that.
Are you okay?
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Ashley tries to swallow it all down, all the overwhelming sympathy pain. Such a sharp and terrible change. She squeezes, just slightly.]
Y-you know... A lot of people were on the moon that weren't here before. Most of them, they didn't...come back here with us. [Swallows down something else too. Something a bit more personal.] ...You know her better than me. But maybe...that's not the case.
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Ash made a good point though, and she finally looked up at her, confused. ] ...you're serious? I know a lotta people showed up there, but I figured I just haven't seen them because of travels.
You're saying their presence there was... was temporary?
[ THAT'S FUCKING NEWS TO HER, and also changes her attitude on a few things. ]
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She nods, solemn.] It's happened before, according to Dave. En mass appearances, and then they all just...vanish.
[A pause.]
Maybe not all of them...but I- ...two of my friends were up there. I tried for days to find them, or see if they reached out. They didn't.
[Saying it out loud leaves her mouth sour.]
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Yang could ask. Someone.
Like hell she would, though. ] I'm, uh. I'm sorry they didn't stay... [ Exhausted, frazzled, and everything else that Yang was right now, she found it impossible to be without sympathy. That's always her way; focus on everyone else's problems and push hers aside, push down down, hold them in.
She can handle herself. ...
No, she can't. ] Did you.... have a good time with them?
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Ashley wets her lips and shakes her head gently.] Do you...need some help up? It might be better off the grass.
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This. ]
Huh? [ Yang looked down. When she did—? ] Uh, no. I... I think I got it. [ She pushed down with her hand, brought her knees down off the ground like an inch, then was down again. It's hard to say if it was just the effort required, or her balance, or mental fatigue, but it was clear that wasn't happening.
Deep breath, and a look back at Ash. ] Please?
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And, she's pretty down right now, but. Ash manages a small smile.]
What're friends for? [Just saying that hurts, with the flash of a crooked grin and a splash of blood in her mind's eye. But he's not here. And Yang is.]
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Thanks. I don't... ask for help a lot. [ A short huff of breath. ] Guess I'd better get used to it. [ Or she can just. Stay inside. A lot. ]
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I... Well, you have people here wh'll definitely offer it. Even if you don't. [Her sister. Her friends.]
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Oh. Yeah... [ There isn't much confidence there. Even if she's accepting it from Ash right now, in the immediate term, thinking about going to her teammates with her problems is so bottom-tier priority by comparison. ]
I should. Eat. [ Her stomach didn't make a sound, but she had skipped breakfast, and even her Poké-crew were starting to shoot over worried glances. They don't really want to carry a fainted trainer around. ]