RP Log: Oota Kakeru and Fuji Syusuke
Date: May 16th, Morning rush hour.
Rating: G
Summary: Fuji, Oota, trains and stinks.
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Fuji waited patiently as the train pulled into the station, his hands held his precious camera firmly. Morning commutes are like a battlefield, for seats, for space, for some air to breath inside the tightly pack cars.
The moment the car doors opened, the battle began. Those who wished to exit pushed their way out with all their might. Those who wished to not be late for work force their way in an inhuman force. Somehow between the two opposing forces, Fuji managed to get himself a tiny spot next to the door. Granted, his back was plastered on the wall once the door closed, but it's a space never less.
Rush hours were always a drag. Oota Kakeru glared at the crowd that approached like a tidal wave ready to hit, took a deep breath and then walked forward, pushing his way through the crowd. The back drops with being small as an elementary school kid was that people ran over you far too easily. The good points were that you became very agile and could squeeze your way almost anywhere. Somehow he managed to make it into the train and ended up right next to the door, his foot accidentally stepping on the man who stood right next to him. "Shit, sorry", he mumbled, glaring out of the window.
Fuji hadn't noticed the child until his foot got stepped on. He flinched slightly, but no lasting damage was done. Looking down, he finally spotted the fashionable young lad... or Fuji would have thought if the man only looked younger. Although it is hard to see under that visor, one can still tell that the individual was not as young as his height would have suggested.
"It's fine." Fuji flashed one of his winning smiles and leaned back against the wall. "This crowding is ridiculous." He murmured half to himself, half aloud.
"Further proof that humans are mad stupid", Oota nodded, not exactly sure why he bothered to speak with the other guy. It was a guy, right? He looked flat enough, even if he sounded like a girl. A hot girl at that. Confusing much? Yes. He sighed and looked around, managing to catch one guy scratching himself in the arse. Oh, nice... Really, people were morons.
Fuji chuckled lightly at the remark. The man's attitude certainly wasn't restrained by the limited space of the container.
"Well, they have their uses." He replied while adding a note mentally somehow suggests the department of transportation to put in air purifiers into the train cars. The car is starting to smell like sweat, the after one hundred-lap kind.
Since the other man seemed like he didn't mind a conversation - not too much anyway - Oota, feeling bored, decided to continue with it. "Like what?" Man it smelled in here... He really hoped that people would have the good grace to keep from farting at least.
"Entertainment." Fuji replied simply, his smile unwavered.
One of his American co-workers who also worked in Asia once remarked about how the Asians smelled less than their brethrens back home. Fuji wondered if his co-worker had based his judgment on a rush-hour commute or not. At least right now he has this individual to talk to, it provided some distraction so he didn’t have to focus on the abuse his sensory was taking. And he was going to have to bare with is until his stop which won’t come for a while... Talking about stops, Fuji wondered where his new acquaintance was headed. The location where he is standing and the fact that his height is quite... challenged, might prove trouble for him at the stop coming up.
Oota was about to offer a reply to that, something along the lines that puppies were entertaining, humans were not, as the train slowed down and people around them began shuffling about, one large man, both in height and size, quickly pushing his way towards the door, his fleshy frame knocking Oota against the wall. The small man growled, trying to think of something to say as the train stopped fully and the doors slid open, releasing a tidal wave of people who wanted off.
"Move it!"
"Let me through..."
"Has anyone seen my daughter?"
Scattered comments all over the train as people fought their way out and in.
Fuji, thank to his thin stature, was able to squeeze himself in a corner by the door to avoid the rush. He chuckled again when he saw the plight of the man, but kind heartily held out his hand, and tired to keep it still with the coming and going of the army known as commuters.
Soon enough the wave died down and the train started to move again. Oota - a few bruises richer - finally managed to grab onto the stranger's hand. "Thanks... What's so funny?"
Fuji pushed the new crowd lightly until he managed to create a little hole by the wall, out of the way of the door traffic and gestured at it to the tiny man.
"I told you." Fuji smiled even more brightly. "Entertainment."
Oota followed the ever-smiling man - why did he do that anyway - and made himself comfortable against the wall. "You're easily amused?"
"I take what I can get." Fuji shrugged lightly, his hands held securely on his camera in case of thieves.
"How come this damned city is always so crowded anyway?" Oota huffed a bit, then stole a glance at the camera the other man was holding. "Nice. Is it digital?"
"I believe that is why they call it a 'city'." Fuji replied good-naturedly. "Oh this one? No, this one is non-digital." He petted the camera affectionately.
The purple haired youth quirked an eyebrow at that. "People still use non-digital ones? In Japan? Today?"
"What's wrong with that?" Fuji laughed. "It takes pictures as good as the digital ones, as long as you know how to use it."
"Never said it was anything wrong with it", Oota grinned back - damn that guy's smile was contagious - and rubbed his sore arm thoughtfully. "Just not used to see anyone with a regular camera nowadays. Not here in Tokyo at least."
"They are becoming rarer." Fuji admitted. "But that's why they are cheaper." He added a bit mischievously. "Here in Tokyo? You sound like you’ve been in the city for a long time."
Oota shrugged. "Well, we moved here when I was fourteen, so... Like nine years now, I think?" And why he was telling a complete stranger this was beyond him, but... Go with the flow?
"Oh? Was it a hard transition into city life?" Fuji continued smile. "I heard city life is hard to get used to, especially a major metropolis like Tokyo."
Oota tucked a few curls of unruly purple locks behind his hair, deciding that he should just talk and think about stuff later. Maybe. "Well, it was kind of weird. I grew up in Stockholm, it's a pretty big city, but it looks like the every other country town compared to this!"
"Saa, you came from Sweden?" Fuji's eyes widened a little, in surprise perhaps. "It is a beautiful country, the scenery was breathtaking and the people are wonderful." He paused a bit before adding. "And the trains certainly aren't this crowded."
Wow, the guy actually knew where Stockholm was? Cool. "Scenery is great and yeah... The trains... You can actually breathe in them. I can't say too much about the people though. All people are morons."
Fuji couldn't help but to chuckle again. "There are different kinds of people everywhere you go." He replied gently. "It really depends on your luck and rush hour traffic."
"Yeah, I guess. Rush traffic here sucks. So, since we're having a nice little get-to-know-each other quality time here, what's your name? You live here? Where do you work? Those sort of things, you know..."
"Won’t it make more sense if you offer the information about yourself first?" Fuji smiled gently. "Or is this how they do it in Sweden?"
"This is how I do it, period. But fine, if you don't want to." Oota grabbed onto a handle as the train screeched for another stop and he looked boredly at the people entering underneath his dark goggles.
"I see." Fuji’s smile did not weaver despite the bad manners. "Since you already know what I do for a living, mind telling me what you specialize in?"
"Research." Oota turned his head and grinned a bit sheepishly up at the other man. "Might not sound like it, but I like to study things. Human behavior, animals, culture and shit like that."
"That sounds interesting." The brown haired man nodded. "So we kind of do similar jobs; you study things, and I record things so other might study them." Fuji glanced quickly at the train maps; his stop will be coming up in a few.
"Does that mean we both want to contribute something to humanity then", Oota flashed a grin, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "Sounds all peachy and nice."
"It does sound that way doesn’t it." Fuji agreed and answered the grin with another one of his smiles. "Although I'm sure your job is way more important than my own."
Well, what to reply to that? Be polite and very Swedish and have false modesty drip from you like venom, or just be blunt? Oota decided to go with the later. "Probably."
Fuji took no offense, in fact, his smile widened. "Well, I’m getting off soon." Fuji said, almost in a regrettable tone. "Thank you for making this ride much more enjoyable than it would have been, Mr....?"
"Oota. Oota Kakeru. Nice to meet you too, whatever your name is." Oota actually felt a bit annoyed that the other man was getting off so soon, he was... interesting. Why was he smiling so much? Yes, the polite thing for a Japanese to do was smile, but to that extent...?
"Oota-san is it? My name is Fuji Syusuke. It was a great pleasure meeting you." Fuji looked up and watched as the train pulled into his stop. Then, as a after thought, he turned back to Oota. "Do you ride this train often? Oota-san?"
Fuji Syusuke. Most definitely a guy then. Oota had had his doubts the entire time, but to ask a person to confirm his or her gender was just plain rude. "I'm going to do it now anyway. Every day. And you?"
"A new job then?" Fuji smiled again. "I occasionally take this train. Today being one of the days."
The train has finally pulled into the stop and the crowd is again gathering at the door. Through some polite pushing and shoving, Fuji managed to get himself positioned right at the door.
"It was nice to talk with you Oota-san." He said as the doors opened. "Hope we can do it again." With that, he disappeared in the flow of the crowd.
"Yeah", the younger man replied, not really sure Fuji had heard him as he vanished into the army of decent and not to decent every day workers that marched through the station. He shrugged, looked around and suddenly found an empty spot on one of the seats, just wide enough for him to squeeze down on. Relieved he took a seat and leaned his head against the back of the seat, closing his eyes as the train began to move again.
Rating: G
Summary: Fuji, Oota, trains and stinks.
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Fuji waited patiently as the train pulled into the station, his hands held his precious camera firmly. Morning commutes are like a battlefield, for seats, for space, for some air to breath inside the tightly pack cars.
The moment the car doors opened, the battle began. Those who wished to exit pushed their way out with all their might. Those who wished to not be late for work force their way in an inhuman force. Somehow between the two opposing forces, Fuji managed to get himself a tiny spot next to the door. Granted, his back was plastered on the wall once the door closed, but it's a space never less.
Rush hours were always a drag. Oota Kakeru glared at the crowd that approached like a tidal wave ready to hit, took a deep breath and then walked forward, pushing his way through the crowd. The back drops with being small as an elementary school kid was that people ran over you far too easily. The good points were that you became very agile and could squeeze your way almost anywhere. Somehow he managed to make it into the train and ended up right next to the door, his foot accidentally stepping on the man who stood right next to him. "Shit, sorry", he mumbled, glaring out of the window.
Fuji hadn't noticed the child until his foot got stepped on. He flinched slightly, but no lasting damage was done. Looking down, he finally spotted the fashionable young lad... or Fuji would have thought if the man only looked younger. Although it is hard to see under that visor, one can still tell that the individual was not as young as his height would have suggested.
"It's fine." Fuji flashed one of his winning smiles and leaned back against the wall. "This crowding is ridiculous." He murmured half to himself, half aloud.
"Further proof that humans are mad stupid", Oota nodded, not exactly sure why he bothered to speak with the other guy. It was a guy, right? He looked flat enough, even if he sounded like a girl. A hot girl at that. Confusing much? Yes. He sighed and looked around, managing to catch one guy scratching himself in the arse. Oh, nice... Really, people were morons.
Fuji chuckled lightly at the remark. The man's attitude certainly wasn't restrained by the limited space of the container.
"Well, they have their uses." He replied while adding a note mentally somehow suggests the department of transportation to put in air purifiers into the train cars. The car is starting to smell like sweat, the after one hundred-lap kind.
Since the other man seemed like he didn't mind a conversation - not too much anyway - Oota, feeling bored, decided to continue with it. "Like what?" Man it smelled in here... He really hoped that people would have the good grace to keep from farting at least.
"Entertainment." Fuji replied simply, his smile unwavered.
One of his American co-workers who also worked in Asia once remarked about how the Asians smelled less than their brethrens back home. Fuji wondered if his co-worker had based his judgment on a rush-hour commute or not. At least right now he has this individual to talk to, it provided some distraction so he didn’t have to focus on the abuse his sensory was taking. And he was going to have to bare with is until his stop which won’t come for a while... Talking about stops, Fuji wondered where his new acquaintance was headed. The location where he is standing and the fact that his height is quite... challenged, might prove trouble for him at the stop coming up.
Oota was about to offer a reply to that, something along the lines that puppies were entertaining, humans were not, as the train slowed down and people around them began shuffling about, one large man, both in height and size, quickly pushing his way towards the door, his fleshy frame knocking Oota against the wall. The small man growled, trying to think of something to say as the train stopped fully and the doors slid open, releasing a tidal wave of people who wanted off.
"Move it!"
"Let me through..."
"Has anyone seen my daughter?"
Scattered comments all over the train as people fought their way out and in.
Fuji, thank to his thin stature, was able to squeeze himself in a corner by the door to avoid the rush. He chuckled again when he saw the plight of the man, but kind heartily held out his hand, and tired to keep it still with the coming and going of the army known as commuters.
Soon enough the wave died down and the train started to move again. Oota - a few bruises richer - finally managed to grab onto the stranger's hand. "Thanks... What's so funny?"
Fuji pushed the new crowd lightly until he managed to create a little hole by the wall, out of the way of the door traffic and gestured at it to the tiny man.
"I told you." Fuji smiled even more brightly. "Entertainment."
Oota followed the ever-smiling man - why did he do that anyway - and made himself comfortable against the wall. "You're easily amused?"
"I take what I can get." Fuji shrugged lightly, his hands held securely on his camera in case of thieves.
"How come this damned city is always so crowded anyway?" Oota huffed a bit, then stole a glance at the camera the other man was holding. "Nice. Is it digital?"
"I believe that is why they call it a 'city'." Fuji replied good-naturedly. "Oh this one? No, this one is non-digital." He petted the camera affectionately.
The purple haired youth quirked an eyebrow at that. "People still use non-digital ones? In Japan? Today?"
"What's wrong with that?" Fuji laughed. "It takes pictures as good as the digital ones, as long as you know how to use it."
"Never said it was anything wrong with it", Oota grinned back - damn that guy's smile was contagious - and rubbed his sore arm thoughtfully. "Just not used to see anyone with a regular camera nowadays. Not here in Tokyo at least."
"They are becoming rarer." Fuji admitted. "But that's why they are cheaper." He added a bit mischievously. "Here in Tokyo? You sound like you’ve been in the city for a long time."
Oota shrugged. "Well, we moved here when I was fourteen, so... Like nine years now, I think?" And why he was telling a complete stranger this was beyond him, but... Go with the flow?
"Oh? Was it a hard transition into city life?" Fuji continued smile. "I heard city life is hard to get used to, especially a major metropolis like Tokyo."
Oota tucked a few curls of unruly purple locks behind his hair, deciding that he should just talk and think about stuff later. Maybe. "Well, it was kind of weird. I grew up in Stockholm, it's a pretty big city, but it looks like the every other country town compared to this!"
"Saa, you came from Sweden?" Fuji's eyes widened a little, in surprise perhaps. "It is a beautiful country, the scenery was breathtaking and the people are wonderful." He paused a bit before adding. "And the trains certainly aren't this crowded."
Wow, the guy actually knew where Stockholm was? Cool. "Scenery is great and yeah... The trains... You can actually breathe in them. I can't say too much about the people though. All people are morons."
Fuji couldn't help but to chuckle again. "There are different kinds of people everywhere you go." He replied gently. "It really depends on your luck and rush hour traffic."
"Yeah, I guess. Rush traffic here sucks. So, since we're having a nice little get-to-know-each other quality time here, what's your name? You live here? Where do you work? Those sort of things, you know..."
"Won’t it make more sense if you offer the information about yourself first?" Fuji smiled gently. "Or is this how they do it in Sweden?"
"This is how I do it, period. But fine, if you don't want to." Oota grabbed onto a handle as the train screeched for another stop and he looked boredly at the people entering underneath his dark goggles.
"I see." Fuji’s smile did not weaver despite the bad manners. "Since you already know what I do for a living, mind telling me what you specialize in?"
"Research." Oota turned his head and grinned a bit sheepishly up at the other man. "Might not sound like it, but I like to study things. Human behavior, animals, culture and shit like that."
"That sounds interesting." The brown haired man nodded. "So we kind of do similar jobs; you study things, and I record things so other might study them." Fuji glanced quickly at the train maps; his stop will be coming up in a few.
"Does that mean we both want to contribute something to humanity then", Oota flashed a grin, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "Sounds all peachy and nice."
"It does sound that way doesn’t it." Fuji agreed and answered the grin with another one of his smiles. "Although I'm sure your job is way more important than my own."
Well, what to reply to that? Be polite and very Swedish and have false modesty drip from you like venom, or just be blunt? Oota decided to go with the later. "Probably."
Fuji took no offense, in fact, his smile widened. "Well, I’m getting off soon." Fuji said, almost in a regrettable tone. "Thank you for making this ride much more enjoyable than it would have been, Mr....?"
"Oota. Oota Kakeru. Nice to meet you too, whatever your name is." Oota actually felt a bit annoyed that the other man was getting off so soon, he was... interesting. Why was he smiling so much? Yes, the polite thing for a Japanese to do was smile, but to that extent...?
"Oota-san is it? My name is Fuji Syusuke. It was a great pleasure meeting you." Fuji looked up and watched as the train pulled into his stop. Then, as a after thought, he turned back to Oota. "Do you ride this train often? Oota-san?"
Fuji Syusuke. Most definitely a guy then. Oota had had his doubts the entire time, but to ask a person to confirm his or her gender was just plain rude. "I'm going to do it now anyway. Every day. And you?"
"A new job then?" Fuji smiled again. "I occasionally take this train. Today being one of the days."
The train has finally pulled into the stop and the crowd is again gathering at the door. Through some polite pushing and shoving, Fuji managed to get himself positioned right at the door.
"It was nice to talk with you Oota-san." He said as the doors opened. "Hope we can do it again." With that, he disappeared in the flow of the crowd.
"Yeah", the younger man replied, not really sure Fuji had heard him as he vanished into the army of decent and not to decent every day workers that marched through the station. He shrugged, looked around and suddenly found an empty spot on one of the seats, just wide enough for him to squeeze down on. Relieved he took a seat and leaned his head against the back of the seat, closing his eyes as the train began to move again.