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Starless Night // Rxn

Shit. Shit. Shit.

His fan was already snapped open, waving indignantly against Aku-chan's insolence.

"Where the fuck did you get this!?" Jin cried, but for all his anger, his voice shook slightly, shook at the memories of that day, shook with the shame that had been inflicted upon him. He was just as much showing his displeasure with the fan as he was shielding himself behind it.

"This- this is-" He took a breath, he had to control himself. Calm, Jin.

They know.

There had been a reason he hadn't wanted them to know. Normally he wouldn't have cared, but here... four were dead, and there was a yakuza operative among them! Jin was going to be a fucking stiff by morning.

"Fine!" he cried, "Fine, it's real!" He snapped the fan shut and tore off- his finger!? "It's true, Jin Suzumiyatake is just a big fuck-up!" A prosthetic finger on the scarred stub of his real one. He threw it in his rage, and it skidded against the floor as he stormed from the room.

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Hush // Rxn

The dragon was spilling everyone's secrets? This was bad. Very bad. Now, this didn't mean that Jin had any dangerous or illegal stuff to hide, but he definitely had stuff to hide that could very well be dangerous or illegal.

"This is bullshit," was all he had to say, more pissed off than scared. One hand tossed his closed fan up and down, letting it smack audibly against his palm with every catch.

And then, he caught the fan and gripped it before marching out with his head held high. Oh, this glorified gecko continued to grate on his nerves.

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For Your Ears Only // Open

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The islands were always quiet after a trial, as he was beginning to notice. Most people were too horrified by the events that had just transpired and didn't really want to be socialising. So when walking around outside in the aftermath, the only disturbances were the waves.

Jin was not one of those stunned into seclusion by the trial. He was out and about, until he realised the bridges were open. A quick check of his map, and, oh yes. The owners of this place were surely on his side. He had to check out the concert hall, there was no way he couldn't.

He returned to his room only momentarily to grab his shamisen, and then headed over to island number three. And the concert hall was a beauty to behold. Why, it reminded him of the theatres back home, the ones he had gotten his start in.

He bustled about the stage, finding a microphone here, and a cushion there. He was in the process of making sure his instrument was in tune when some other curious inmate entered the scene.

"Here for a concert?" he asked with a grin, even as he idly strummed the three strings and made sure they all sounded right. Without waiting for, or really expecting an answer, he twirled the pick in his fingers and then started the first notes.

[♫♫♫]

He closed his eyes as he played, a picture of serene concentration, and looked to be very much at peace. As he played he did not seem to be the self-absorbed jerk he usually was, but rather an artist truly in tune with his work.

The song only lasted a couple of minutes, a quick warmup at most. When finished, he looked up at his audience, very much expecting applause.