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01 ♞ Action ♞ Park
[ all things considered, it's a pretty pitiful sight. a figure in a dark black riding suit complemented by a bright yellow helmet slowly wheels its ride down some path or other. the motorcycle creaks, groans, barely plods along... on obvious last legs, a walking, decrepit piece of junk if there ever was one in Joywick.
so why is this person pushing it around at all, two hands gripped firmly over the handlebars? maybe even they forget the reason at this point, stopping to lean the giant beat up frame against a park bench. the rider stares down at the sad sight for a moment, drops their shoulders, and -- eventually -- shakes their head, hands gripping into fists before they cross over their chest. it appears the poor object won't be put out of its misery just yet.
how long would it take before the lone figure realized they were being tailed? though the bike had always been silent but for the roll of wheels on asphalt, as the rider's follower remembers, where it's lacking now indicates it will soon be silent for good. equally silent, this other person's attire of all black is brightened by the fur lining his coat. he breaks it with a sudden pang, kicking up a rock with the toe of his shoe and sending it careening into the worn motorcycle. ]
An urban legend reduced to such a sad state. What's the black rider without her black bike?
[ now that he's gotten the rider's attention, the young man speaks with familiarity. ]
Say, Courier. Don't tell me you've thrown everything away for one sorry dream. How do you know if what you're looking for is even here?
[ "her" back having shot up into an utterly scandalized pose almost instantly, said "urban legend" turns to face her unknown assailant, and... well, there's not really too much this "black rider" can do once she sees who it is, is there? looks like the poor object's owner won't be put out of its misery anytime soon either. ]
so why is this person pushing it around at all, two hands gripped firmly over the handlebars? maybe even they forget the reason at this point, stopping to lean the giant beat up frame against a park bench. the rider stares down at the sad sight for a moment, drops their shoulders, and -- eventually -- shakes their head, hands gripping into fists before they cross over their chest. it appears the poor object won't be put out of its misery just yet.
how long would it take before the lone figure realized they were being tailed? though the bike had always been silent but for the roll of wheels on asphalt, as the rider's follower remembers, where it's lacking now indicates it will soon be silent for good. equally silent, this other person's attire of all black is brightened by the fur lining his coat. he breaks it with a sudden pang, kicking up a rock with the toe of his shoe and sending it careening into the worn motorcycle. ]
An urban legend reduced to such a sad state. What's the black rider without her black bike?
[ now that he's gotten the rider's attention, the young man speaks with familiarity. ]
Say, Courier. Don't tell me you've thrown everything away for one sorry dream. How do you know if what you're looking for is even here?
[ "her" back having shot up into an utterly scandalized pose almost instantly, said "urban legend" turns to face her unknown assailant, and... well, there's not really too much this "black rider" can do once she sees who it is, is there? looks like the poor object's owner won't be put out of its misery anytime soon either. ]
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They should, right? Or at lea-
[It was the crash from the kick that cut him off. Just looking over with that cool glare at the informant. Not out of anger or annoyance, but because Izaya did something that was wrong. He doesn't even trigger into a rage at the knife being out and raised.
The routine is broken. The glitch has escaped.]Hey. How many times have I said to stop calling me that?
[Taking a final drag of the cigarette, he- wait for it. Waaait.]
You can't complain about what happens, right? Even if I kill you.
[He... doesn't actually wreck and stomp on the stick though. It gets put into the extinguishing chamber to be saved for later.]
I'm not really in the mood for violence, though.
[Then again, he never is. Violence usually just happens.]
sorry for the wait! also izaya gets 50 points for mental trauma!!!
BAM!
--the harsh sound of her beloved ride smashing into the rough ground is the sole concern of her thoughts. especially once said fall sends a piece of it flying, too.
it might be somewhat comical to anyone watching, the way the Black Rider holds her helmet, arches back in horror as if screaming, and flails her arms in panic. she drops beside her motorcycle in an instant-- shaking, checking things over, definitely not paying attention to these two bozos shizuo kill him please!!!!! ]
score
he'd been waiting for Shizuo to strike, to hunt him down, and he doesn't so much as step closer. what's he going to have to do here? don't get him wrong—this would normally be the part where he ditched this popsicle stand. but here he is in a city where sending this monster raging would benefit him and he can't even get him to growl. ]
What a bore.
[ the annoyance on his face short-lived (but definitely there, so take it in), Izaya's knife hand lowers. casually, he rolls a shoulder, blinks slowly and with no further delay, turns his back to Shizuo to watch the Black Rider grappling desperately at her fallen motorbike. ]
Ah. Sorry. I must have missed. But what's the point in getting so worked up over a broken bike?
And another 10, because Shizu's annoyed by seeing Celty upset
Why should he do something he doesn't like, right?But it was messing with someone he knew, and now that someone was upset.Really upset. Which really made him really irritated at what the flea had done.]
Really... Who said you had the right to do that?
[Who cared if Izaya had his back to him? Kicking someone's stuff made it all right to get kicked back, right? Which is why he's just gonna casually walk over to give a kick towards Izaya's back. Though he doesn't stay just in that spot; it was like a drive-by kick in that he's going over to help Celty with getting the bike standing again.]
bros b4... izaya...
You bastard! You meant to do that and you know it!
[ ... which would be all fine and dandy and probably readable and stuff if Shizuo hadn't just... tried to attack Sir Bastard at the moment. ah, m-maybe it's best to stay put down here, at second thought... ]