The fallen are the virtuous among us
Who: frankengambler, by_your_leave, violins_rainand 12second_orz, (but open if you want to bug Kaiji anyway)
When: 10/10, late afternoon
Where: Sector 4
Summary: Kaiji is doing his community service litter-picking and sulking about it.
Warnings: None spring to mind.
[You know what the worst part is? It’s not the long hours and the fact he has work afterwards. It’s not the knowing looks he gets from wary passers-by and the occasional snigger. It’s not even the stupid hi-vis vest he has to wear that announces “I’m a dumbass who got caught” to the whole world.
It’s the smell- the sour milk, old chewing-gum, leftover takeaway tang that he can smell in his hair even after he’s left and been home hours and clings to his shoes. He’s only picking up litter- barely even touching it at that- but it’s ridiculous how strong it is anyway.
Kaiji scowls, jabbing a discarded carton with his tongs and then jerking back in disgust as something that was probably soy sauce at one point dribbles out the hole.]
Damn it-!
[It’s mindless enough work though- and that’s probably the point. As his body starts to go into auto-pilot, his mind is free to wander and he keeps finding himself going back to the same two or three topics over and over. One of them happens to be his crime. He’s had time to cool off and, honestly, he’s feeling pretty shitty about the whole thing.
Maybe there’s something to this punishment after all.]
When: 10/10, late afternoon
Where: Sector 4
Summary: Kaiji is doing his community service litter-picking and sulking about it.
Warnings: None spring to mind.
[You know what the worst part is? It’s not the long hours and the fact he has work afterwards. It’s not the knowing looks he gets from wary passers-by and the occasional snigger. It’s not even the stupid hi-vis vest he has to wear that announces “I’m a dumbass who got caught” to the whole world.
It’s the smell- the sour milk, old chewing-gum, leftover takeaway tang that he can smell in his hair even after he’s left and been home hours and clings to his shoes. He’s only picking up litter- barely even touching it at that- but it’s ridiculous how strong it is anyway.
Kaiji scowls, jabbing a discarded carton with his tongs and then jerking back in disgust as something that was probably soy sauce at one point dribbles out the hole.]
Damn it-!
[It’s mindless enough work though- and that’s probably the point. As his body starts to go into auto-pilot, his mind is free to wander and he keeps finding himself going back to the same two or three topics over and over. One of them happens to be his crime. He’s had time to cool off and, honestly, he’s feeling pretty shitty about the whole thing.
Maybe there’s something to this punishment after all.]