J gets activity, whut?
Who: Joshua and Hanekoma.
Where: idek. streets?
When: Kid event!
What: Joshua was a nice kid once upon a time, reallysrsly. NO, HONESTLY. HE WAS. Enter pre-death niceness. And this is not Shibuya, what the living hell.
Warnings: Suicide references, I guess.
This place was certainly not Shibuya. That was apparent in the teenager's eyes. No 104, No ramen shop at Dogenzaka, and certainly no fashion. Not at all. He'd been rather concerned at first; since this sort of thing just didn't happen and also his phone was displaying some programs that he didn't knowhow to make head or tail of. But nothing weirder than the Game happened, and that was usually reserved for dead people. Last he checked, he wasn't dead. Unless... he simply hadn't remembered dying? No. No, that was absurd. The Game took place in Shibuya, or rather a parallel plane he'd always been told- and that there was always a choice to go into it.
He'd taken the firearm that lay in one of the piles of rubbish that were native to Hanekoma's small apartment above Wildkat while he'd been cleaning and the man in question had left him to run the shop while he went and bought new paint. Cleaning wasn't something he was particularly found himself engaging much in, but he'd finally decided to do it. (out of fear that the germ colonies would get bored of waging civil war on each other and mutate into some kind of giant germ and wreak havoc upon Shibuya.) He still had the pistol. He knew his intention, to get a ticket out of life.
...But it seemed this was holding him back.
Figured.
He moved to a stop in a narrow alleyway, pulling his phone out of his pocket and glancing over the screen with a small amount of confusion. This.. Did the number keys still work on it? ...Yes. It seemed he'd have to get some sort of explanation. It was getting dark, and getting rather cold. and he certainly didn't want to go back to the building he'd woken up in. Not at all. He dialed Hanekoma's number silently, looking at the display for a good amount of time before holding the device to his ear.
"...Hello?"
Where: idek. streets?
When: Kid event!
What: Joshua was a nice kid once upon a time, reallysrsly. NO, HONESTLY. HE WAS. Enter pre-death niceness. And this is not Shibuya, what the living hell.
Warnings: Suicide references, I guess.
This place was certainly not Shibuya. That was apparent in the teenager's eyes. No 104, No ramen shop at Dogenzaka, and certainly no fashion. Not at all. He'd been rather concerned at first; since this sort of thing just didn't happen and also his phone was displaying some programs that he didn't knowhow to make head or tail of. But nothing weirder than the Game happened, and that was usually reserved for dead people. Last he checked, he wasn't dead. Unless... he simply hadn't remembered dying? No. No, that was absurd. The Game took place in Shibuya, or rather a parallel plane he'd always been told- and that there was always a choice to go into it.
He'd taken the firearm that lay in one of the piles of rubbish that were native to Hanekoma's small apartment above Wildkat while he'd been cleaning and the man in question had left him to run the shop while he went and bought new paint. Cleaning wasn't something he was particularly found himself engaging much in, but he'd finally decided to do it. (out of fear that the germ colonies would get bored of waging civil war on each other and mutate into some kind of giant germ and wreak havoc upon Shibuya.) He still had the pistol. He knew his intention, to get a ticket out of life.
...But it seemed this was holding him back.
Figured.
He moved to a stop in a narrow alleyway, pulling his phone out of his pocket and glancing over the screen with a small amount of confusion. This.. Did the number keys still work on it? ...Yes. It seemed he'd have to get some sort of explanation. It was getting dark, and getting rather cold. and he certainly didn't want to go back to the building he'd woken up in. Not at all. He dialed Hanekoma's number silently, looking at the display for a good amount of time before holding the device to his ear.
"...Hello?"