What Happens When They Tell Her She Can't Leave [Completed]
Character(s): Haruhara Haruko, torment of an utterly random NPC, Demyx, Garnet, Xemnas
Content: Haruko has kicked out the man-behind-the-booth and taken over to have her own fun. Xemnas eventually faces her down himself. Damn.
Setting: Vanaheim gate [F3]
Time: Evening
Warnings: Haruko's insanity. Probably violence. More insanity. Torment. Lies.
Despite having repaired her vespa, she still continued to tote it around behind her as if it were a pet. The yellow vehicle rested besides her, quiet and dormant, no longer sputtering.
Haruko herself perched herself on a chair that she had swiped up from some old grannie on her way back to the Vanaheim entrance. Her legs were crossed up on the counter of the booth where beyond it was a line of people, the leading man begging for her attention. She strummed away on her Rickenbacker, paying more attention to the chords versus the pesky little man.
It was amusing how she got there in the first place. She warned that pathetic guard she'd be back. When she finally did return it was as though he suddenly became a mouse and shrank down as if she wouldn't see him. She had smirked and swung the Rickenbacker onto her shoulder, threatening his very life and giving him the options of 1) taking the beating like a man 2) laying down on the ground so she could run him over with her vespa and -- after she let him sweat it out and smelled something funny coming from him -- 3) run away like a coward.
Well, needless to say he ran.
Haruko finally stopped playing at stared at the person in front of her. "What do ya want, buddy? You want in this place? Huh. Looks like everyone behind ya does too! An' your holdin' up the line! What a piece of scum, eh?"
He of course disagreed. Blamed her for holding up the line! How dare he!
She looked down at the countertop. There were pages after pages of names. She wanted to burn them. Rip 'em up into little tiny pieces and throw them over this blame-placing-person... trying to use her as a scapegoat!
A smirk pulled over her face and she leaned forward. He wasn't as cowardly as that other man, but she detected a tremble! She pulled from the pile of journals from all around her and waved it in front of his face. "You want this? Is this what you want? You have to have this, y'see! If you don't, you walk beyond that fucked-up-gate and paiiinnnfulll lightning strikes you down, bolt after bolt until you're dead! ... but there's nothing else you can do, see. So y'gotta buy one of these, got it?"
She had emphasized her speech with loud pulls at her guitar, cringing and wailing about the possible doom that could befall this man. Inside, she was laughing up a storm. He seemed to believe her! A gate, with giant fruits on it, shooting out lightning!
IT WAS HILARIOUS!
She snickered. "Pay up, fella." She snapped her fingers. He shoved a bunch of strange money at her and she gave him the journal and one of those stu-pid panphlets. Hey, she had to partially do the job right! She didn't need people like him running into the city screaming. Might give her away as some sort of imposter, and then someone would come and attempt to take her away from her source of money and amusement! They'd fail, of course, but her cover would still be blown.
"Oh, and one more thing~" she hummed. Stared down at the lame papers. Didn't think it really mattered, but maybe she could sell some identities off. Her snickers turned to almost giddy giggles. "I need you name. You know, records and all that jazz. Population counters! Ohhhh~ So important!"
He mumbled something and then ran in. She played a few strings and then shouted, very loudly, and very manically, "NEXT!"
Content: Haruko has kicked out the man-behind-the-booth and taken over to have her own fun. Xemnas eventually faces her down himself. Damn.
Setting: Vanaheim gate [F3]
Time: Evening
Warnings: Haruko's insanity. Probably violence. More insanity. Torment. Lies.
Despite having repaired her vespa, she still continued to tote it around behind her as if it were a pet. The yellow vehicle rested besides her, quiet and dormant, no longer sputtering.
Haruko herself perched herself on a chair that she had swiped up from some old grannie on her way back to the Vanaheim entrance. Her legs were crossed up on the counter of the booth where beyond it was a line of people, the leading man begging for her attention. She strummed away on her Rickenbacker, paying more attention to the chords versus the pesky little man.
It was amusing how she got there in the first place. She warned that pathetic guard she'd be back. When she finally did return it was as though he suddenly became a mouse and shrank down as if she wouldn't see him. She had smirked and swung the Rickenbacker onto her shoulder, threatening his very life and giving him the options of 1) taking the beating like a man 2) laying down on the ground so she could run him over with her vespa and -- after she let him sweat it out and smelled something funny coming from him -- 3) run away like a coward.
Well, needless to say he ran.
Haruko finally stopped playing at stared at the person in front of her. "What do ya want, buddy? You want in this place? Huh. Looks like everyone behind ya does too! An' your holdin' up the line! What a piece of scum, eh?"
He of course disagreed. Blamed her for holding up the line! How dare he!
She looked down at the countertop. There were pages after pages of names. She wanted to burn them. Rip 'em up into little tiny pieces and throw them over this blame-placing-person... trying to use her as a scapegoat!
A smirk pulled over her face and she leaned forward. He wasn't as cowardly as that other man, but she detected a tremble! She pulled from the pile of journals from all around her and waved it in front of his face. "You want this? Is this what you want? You have to have this, y'see! If you don't, you walk beyond that fucked-up-gate and paiiinnnfulll lightning strikes you down, bolt after bolt until you're dead! ... but there's nothing else you can do, see. So y'gotta buy one of these, got it?"
She had emphasized her speech with loud pulls at her guitar, cringing and wailing about the possible doom that could befall this man. Inside, she was laughing up a storm. He seemed to believe her! A gate, with giant fruits on it, shooting out lightning!
IT WAS HILARIOUS!
She snickered. "Pay up, fella." She snapped her fingers. He shoved a bunch of strange money at her and she gave him the journal and one of those stu-pid panphlets. Hey, she had to partially do the job right! She didn't need people like him running into the city screaming. Might give her away as some sort of imposter, and then someone would come and attempt to take her away from her source of money and amusement! They'd fail, of course, but her cover would still be blown.
"Oh, and one more thing~" she hummed. Stared down at the lame papers. Didn't think it really mattered, but maybe she could sell some identities off. Her snickers turned to almost giddy giggles. "I need you name. You know, records and all that jazz. Population counters! Ohhhh~ So important!"
He mumbled something and then ran in. She played a few strings and then shouted, very loudly, and very manically, "NEXT!"