Oct 01, 2011 00:33
[ Usually he's rather good at only switching on his PDA (now his NV) when he means to; back at home it's generally used for work and emergency calls. That kind of stops him from wanting to mess around with it. But this time, he's had more than a little to drink in his frustration, and in sloppily pulling the band off his wrist he presses the NV pad that activates the video function, before tossing it onto the tiny table in his bedsit. It shows the corner of his room (framed by the side of an empty beercan) with his bed, onto which he collapses on his back, exhaling raggedly. ]
Jeez, this city... this city really... What kinda police department is that?
[ As if the thought just gave out there he grunts and lifts his legs to shuffle off his socks using only his toes, arms tucked behind his head. His tone is unimpressed mixed with annoyance, his expression deeply unhappy, staring up at the ceiling. What can be seen of his face shows that he isn't wearing the eyemask he wore before as 'Wild Tiger'. It's just plain old Kotetsu, spiderlines and weary eyes and all. ]
What kinda police exam-- with all that written element... Do they even care about the people? [ Huffs irritably; anybody who's visited the police station today probably saw this guy pulling a similar face and causing a bit of a scene in the building before leaving. Ugh, it's been years since he failed an exam. Least of all twice in the same day, with the addition of pitying officers actually giving him the advantage. But no cigar. ]
With those people going crazy, and those-- that guy... [ He crosses his legs with another annoyed huff. No personal grudge against anybody he knows, probably hasn't even caught his name yet, but just knowing a murderer is out there and on the loose makes his blood boil. ] If someone like that's out there, why not just-- I could-- they need the manpower, don't they? Surely they can't afford to turn me down-- it's an emergency, so... [ His thoughts are too jumbled for them to even make sense in his mind, let alone spoken aloud. Without much effort he rolls onto his side, practically into the wall so that the next words come out somewhat muffled. ]
People are dying, so...
[ There's a groan, then a long silence as he lays still. His next words are spoken miserably; much, much more than before. ]
I'm not good enough, Tomoe...
[ The beads on his bracelet clink together as he lifts his wrist to look at the time-- but he notices the missing NV, then arches his neck to look upside-down at the table. OOPS ] Aagh--! [ The NV times out by itself and goes into sleep-mode just as he lurches off the bed to seize it, flickering on and off a couple more times as he attempts to switch it off completely, way too close to his face than anybody needs to see. He needs to take better care of his stuff!! ]
c: godot,
c: celes chere,
c: caster,
c: meryl silverburgh,
!: kotetsu t. kaburagi,
c: nara shikamaru,
c: jake marshall