[OPEN] Moving Day

[venusgiapponese]

WHO: Rangiku (venusgiapponese), Hitsugaya (murderlotus), Shuuhei (sixty-plus-nine), and open to anyone who lives in the same building as Mari.
WHAT: It's moving day! Undercovers Rangiku and Hitsugaya move into Vescovo territory to the apartment across from Mari.
WHERE: Mari's apartment building, Vescovo territory.
WHEN: The morning of May 4.

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[murderlotus]

Hitsugaya Toushirou Yawaza Dan, black-haired, brown-eyed, glasses-wearing young Japanese man whose dream was to someday become an editor to a well-known publishing company, sat between the truck driver and the young woman who was his roommate in the front cab of the moving truck. He explained, in badly pronounced but otherwise understandable Italian, his current situation--that he and his roommate had been university classmates in Japan, that the university itself had gone under, and having sent out his resume to several places--even places far and abroad--he had finally been picked up only to discover that the publishing company was actually nothing more than a vanity publishing company rooted in Italy and that one of his former classmates, a half-Italian, half-Japanese mix lived close to the company he would soon be employed with--to the undercover AMC man who was driving the truck. Actually, Yawaza Dan would have driven--if only his provisional, student license had been for trucks instead of for motorrads

[sixty_plus_nine]

Akira Sekimori shared a few things in common with his 'doppleganger'. For one thing, he looked like the perfect guy to help you move heavy furniture. He wasn't bulky with muscles, but the arms on constant display from his lack of sleeves were undeniably well defined. And the second thing was that he looked like the type who could be talked into a lot of things by the right woman.

At some point in the past, the 'right woman' must have for some strange reason taught him about the right way to put on make-up. Don't ask. Today he had it applied almost expertly to hide a couple of things on his face that were otherwise very memorable. A 69 tatttoo? Who wouldn't notice or remember that. It wouldn't do

[murderlotus]

"You can't be serious--who do you think loaded all these boxes in the first place?" Dan retorted with a quiet laugh, veiling Hitsugaya's irritation with Dan's bright mask. "If anything, compared to you, I've got the advantage of youth."

Not that Hisagi Akira was much older than him--he was returning jabs, no matter how trite and innocuous the first's comment had been. At the approach of a car, Hitsugaya trained his reaction carefully--instead of snapping his head in the direction of the disturbance, Dan lifted Anna's box of clothing and toiletries and emerged from the truck to get a better view.

[salvationdenied]

The small red sportscar pulled up and into a an empty spot in front of the complex just as the boy and his roommate (will you look at that set of--) roused themselves and into work.

Like most European drivers, Brian did an amazing park job, fitting into the tiny space with just a bare three inches to spare; one and a half behind the back bumper, the other one and a half in front of the headlights. Rising from the seat and locking the door behind him, he slid his sunglasses off of his face and moved towards them.

"Hi there." He glanced at the boxes, and then at the boy, a perfect here's-your-cheerful-neighbor-smile sliding and fastening onto his face. "Moving in?"

[venusgiapponese]

She waved off Dan's comment with the usual, "Mou~" before simply standing aside to watch him. With perfect timing, Shuuhei arrived--looks like he got her a present! Anna offered an innocent and cheerful wave in greeting before he presented the box to her as a gift.

"Ara~ Thanks, ne~" She happily took the box from him and inwardly scolded herself for slipping Japanese expressions into her speech. But it came by so naturally; at least she had some excuse made up for it since she'd also come up with a false history that was really short because of her laziness.

Having taken the present, figured that she'd open it later (it was Japanese custom of politeness coming out again) and smiled at Shuuhei Akira before he rushed off to help Dan out. At the sound of a car coming to a quick halt, sliding with ease into parallel park, she turned to look--she was always impressed with that and sort of wished she knew how to drive. Inwardly, it reminded her of Gin for a split second...Of course, the owner reminded her nothing of Gin, but he did pop by

[salvationdenied]

The man nodded, his brown eyes raking over her figure in a an expression that was just within the boundaries of 'socially acceptable' (but beginning to teeter over into 'completely indecent'). The smile grew and his eyes lifted up, to stare into hers, the good neighbor act adding weight to his usually hollow expression.

He nods. "Yeah, I'm at the very top. Penthouse suite." He winked at her, the smile turning into a bit of a grin at his own humour. The building was not exactly, how do you say, luxurious. And the penthouse suite' that the man was priding himself was actually a pretty small one bedroom apartment. The door screamed upon opening, the floorboards creaked and the faucet dripped, but it had a view of the city that he loved and held dear. And that was all that mattered.

He looked past the woman, to the men, and back, smiling rather flirtatiously now. "My name's Brian, by the way." He squinted a bit, again looking past her. "Do you think those guys need help?"

[murderlotus]

Here's your neighbor? Here's my fist, was his initial reaction. His blood ran cold--a reaction that, in Hitsugaya's case, was the equivalent of rage rather than fear. It took all his patience, all his self-control, to keep Dan's cheerfulness on his face. The way this neighbor looked at her--God, don't look at her--made Hitsugaya want to tear eyeballs out of sockets.

Having moved most of the boxes containing the usual moving materials to the front of the van, thus making them easier to unload, Hitsugaya set aside the three boxes of equipment for himself to carry. There was no way he was letting a helpful neighbor, or even a helpful associate, carry those.

"We could always use a hand!" he called to the new face.

...he hated being 'Dan'.

[salvationdenied]

Brian looked at the woman once more, that winner's smile still on his face before moving over to the boy. He was still smiling when he opened his mouth, but a different one for Dan.

"Hi, sorry about that. I was just introducing myself to..." He spoke as he moved to make himself useful by picking up one of the heavier boxes and then stopped, blinking, a perfected look of innocence climbing onto his features. "...Actually, you know, I don't think I caught her name."

[venusgiapponese]

... 'Anna' wasn't too surprised with 'Dan's reaction considering how Hitsugaya was extremely protective of her.

"Ah, my name is Anna--Anna Yamakawa." First name first, right? Wasn't that how it was supposed to be here? It still felt a little awkward, but she had the feeling that it'd be even more strange for her to say her 'real' name in that format. "Umm, I guess you want to help us out, ne?"

She motioned to the other two. "We'd greatly appreciate it~" Somehow, she'd managed to cut herself from adding 'hai' to the end of that.

Hopefully if he helped them bring the stuff up, then she'd be lucky enough to not carry anything up herself!

[murderlotus]

"Don't sweat it--I'm just grateful for the extra help," Dan said, a soft and friendly smile twisting his lips. "She can be a handful," he added with a small chuckle. "I'm Dan. Nice to meet you."

He owed his acting skills to the meditation and self-dissolution training he'd received back in the monastery. Only because of his oneness with himself was he able to keep smiling when he wanted nothing more in the world than to spear the man in the head with an ice pick.

[ooc: God, replying order in these things always confuses me, haha. I just hope this is understandable. 8D]

[sixty_plus_nine]

"You should've called me! I could've helped you with the loading too!" The offer wasn't made to Dan...it was called back to Anna before 'Akira' reached a smaller box and hoisted it up onto his shoulder.

Sorry, Sir.

He couldn't apologize to Hitsugaya aloud right now, but he would remember to do so in the future. Shuuhei was polite and obedient. Akira was only here for one two reasons.

So it was completely normal for him to eye the new arrival a little bit, awareness hidden behind a mask of jealousy. With a quiet 'hmph' he reached to pick up another box.

[venusgiapponese]

She smiled at their neighbor. "Seem pretty enthusiastic, don't they?" Adding a wink, she continued, "Since you do live here, I'd be more than happy if you could help out, ne~"

She was more than eager to take a seat by the entrance to the apartment building. Her jeans were so tight that they squeezed at her body and rode low on her hips. Even though her shirt was more toward the large, it was short in length, and her skin showed a decent way down. Either she wasn't wearing underwear or said undergarment was the tiniest one in the world.

Either way, she decided to kneel down, lean her breasts on her knees, and relax a little bit from working waking up.