Location post: Coliseum Stadium

[babylon_mod]

Characters: Everyone invited!
Location: L10 & L11, Coliseum stadium.
Time: Day 1, October 5th, 5 pm-->
Summary: A soccer match, corporation Giants vs. mafia's Tigers, it'll be a battle worth to see even if you don't like soccer. And a social event to remember.
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Middle Bleachers; beginning of the game.

[fedele_tempesta]

[ooc: And already sorry for a crappy post. Dead tired for some reason.]

Getting those seats in middle bleachers had been difficult. Going through the unofficial channels was an understatement worth a limb or two if certain people would find out what Gokudera had done. He'd had been forced to buy more than just few of those tickets, too, which now made it quite possible that he'd be sharing the experience with quite a few familiar faces when he'd rather have only one-- well, two was excusable. He had not given Yamamoto that many chances of avoiding it after all.

Gokudera leaned back against his seat while a shower of pink sparkles streamed across the stage, groaning quietly as gears shifted within his mind, as comfortably as brushing back the sleeve of his black suit jacket and the deep red button down, a mental command was given and a digital display appeared on his field of vision, slightly to the right.

17:11

Eleven minutes of wasted life.

Sofia waggled across the hologram desert, and threw herself down to crawl all on fours and Gokudera gave a short snort, as pained as his boredom felt like. Leaning back a bit more, his hand surged into a breast pocket of his jacket, fishing out a pack of cigarettes, shaking out one, which he stuck to the corner of his mouth.

Inhale, and a curtain of smoke between the guard who'd have liked to point out that the cigarette was against their rules, and Gokudera's glare, which made the guard look this one between his fingers. The end of a gun peeking out from under the hem of his jacket might have helped in the decision making process.

Smoke spiraling up, Gokudera crossed his ankles and set out to wait for the game to start.

[pioggia_leggero]

Yamamoto draped one arm over the empty bleacher seat to his left, half-watching Sofia's performance down on the field. She wasn't exactly his favorite of the pop starlets of the year, but he'd certainly heard worse, and her cheerful song kept his own mood buoyant.

Not that he needed much help with that, really. Yamamoto was naturally cheerful, even with the way his life had turned out.

He turned his attention from the singer to the situation closer at hand, the guard obviously unhappy about Gokudera's vetting of the rules. Fortunately, it didn't look like there was going to be a problem.

"Hey," he leaned over, head close to Gokudera's though his eyes never left the retreating guard. "Let's not get kicked out too early, huh?"

[fedele_tempesta]

Snorting softly, Gokudera plugged off the cigarette from the corner of his mouth with ringed fingers. The guys upstairs could smoke all they liked and he'd get kicked out because of one cigarette? No fucking way!

He lowered his chin for a moment, stubbornly. But truthfully, it wasn't so bad. They got good seats and the game was going to be awesome. Finally a way to show those corporation assholes that they couldn't win everything!

Glancing up at Yamamoto, there was a small curve of a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. Until he hid it with his cigarette, sucking up the mirth under his skull patterned collar.

"...Like if I'd flick this at his neck?" he asked, pinching the cigarette between his thumb and middle finger, as if ready to actually flick it at the guard.