#cityscapeopen

[profoundum]

             “Someone tell me I’m not the only one who still plays the loves me, loves me not daisy game..” 

[unobsessively]

          “Wasn’t there a video that shows whoever’s going to die in the future? Is that still going on?”

[nitori-kawaiichirou-blog]

Open Starter

Sitting on a bench in Aradia Park, a young silverette sat alone as he stared at the gently rushing rivers of the park’s fountain. They were quiet and provided the otherwise silent scenery with a soft swooshing noise that was in a way theraputic. Especially for him, a young individual who enjoyed being in the water as much as he did just watching it. It was a wonderful and sunny day outside, light rays glittered in the splurting arrays of water which drew a content sigh from the young boy. 

“Haah...~ such a nice day outside...” He’d been graduated from Highschool for some time now and now faced the challenges of a higher level of education. Nitori stared at the golden side walks that were just as illuminated by the day’s natural light as the beautiful water was. He’d better be going now, it was study time again and his break was over. With another sigh and deep exhale of his breathe, he released any drooping from his being as well a deeper and darker craving that lurked deep within him.

[goingxghost]

counting stars || [open]

A carnival, huh? When was the last time she had been to something like this? Of course, back then, she’d had the whole gang to go with but now.. it was just her, wasn’t it? She rubbed the back of her neck, lips pursed as she looked around, feeling more than a little out of place. This was...definitely something she hated. She was surrounded by strangers, even if they didn’t pay the slightest bit of attention to her.

Still, the bright lights were entrancing but..it was hard being in a place like this on her own. The others would definitely have loved to come here for this, to have fun, even if they split off to do whatever. “I wonder...if I messed up?” She wondered quietly. What would Ayano have done when Kano left? Would she have dropped everything to hunt him down? And then she’d gone and tried to hide the fact she’d been spying.

She slid her hands into the pocket of her hoodie, figuring she ought to at least wander around a bit. She could at least get some food, or perhaps a ride..but on her own? That just felt lonely, didn’t it? What were the chances she’d run into a familiar face in a crowd this big anyway? Slim to none, most likely. Plus the last person she wanted to run into right now was that informant. 

“Sheesh, this is sad,” she muttered under her breath as she made her way through the crowd.

[goingxghost]

sneaking about || [open]

....Why had she even agreed to this? It was bad enough she was nervous enough her hands were shaking, but noises were loud in this warehouse. If it wasn’t for her power, she’d surely be sunk. But she had agreed, against her better judgement, because what could it hurt to make more money on the side? She shut her eyes, fighting the urge to listen to her music to calm her nerves, but she had to listen to the conversation at hand.

Something about a weapons shipment..it would be delivered soon. Even with her power, she was still hidden behind a stack of crates. She crouched as low as she could and strained to listen. It felt like she’d been sitting there for hours, her legs stiff and her back sore. Was this really worth the anxiety? 

Then came the words she’d been waiting for. They were leaving. She pushed off the ground and bolted, skirting out the door before it closed--and all they would feel was a strange gust of wind, and maybe the strange sensation something had just passed. Though her muscles were screaming in protest, she didn’t stop until she was several blocks away, leaning herself against a wall.

The streets seemed to be empty for this time of night, and normally she wouldn’t be out this light. What a strange city. She let out a sigh, finally allowing herself to relax under the glow of the streelight. Only then did she release her power. 

“What a mess...” Just what was she getting herself into? She couldn’t even remember the last time she’d run so fast. Still...could something like this..be considered a hero’s work...?

[goingxghost]

“Let’s see...which way was it again..?”

[matsuxgou-blog]

“I-I wasn’t ogling! Just… observing! There is a big difference!”   

[informantsnake-blog]

The Informant Is In || ~Izaya and ???~

Izaya’s new place in Hashiro City’s Risoka Housing was all right. He had room one entirely to himself for the nonce, which was more or less to his liking. Being a new resident, he was still trying to adjust to life in this new dwelling, and there may have been a part of him that felt a twinge of homesickness, but this city certainly struck him as being worth his time. With the sudden rise of the Organization, the crime rate had rocketed, and so the city the informant was currently nestled in was a hotspot for trouble, ripe for his assistance and nudgings – put simply, he felt this was an interesting place to be, as he so loved to witness such events for himself.

So it came to be that the information broker known as Izaya Orihara had slunk into Hashiro City, offering his services to anyone and everyone willing to pay his rates. He was, of course, maintaining a careful neutral position himself, as he was wont to do, as taking a stance in this game would be ill-suited for one such as him.

“Nothing to do for now but wait,” he said aloud, smugness already setting into his features, and he flipped on the television in the room to see what stories the news was covering. No sooner had he tuned his attention to the news anchor, however, than the ding of the doorbell going off reached his ears. He wasn’t really expecting anyone just yet, so he really didn’t know what to expect when he opened the door.

“Can I help you?” he asked as he looked upon the face of the person standing there.