01 ♞ Action ♞ Park

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[ 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. ]

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[kingshizuchan]

[Going to the park seemed to end up part of the routine when walking around this city as well. Maybe with the play sets and fountain it was just enough of the familiar... or something. It was also something to see both Celty and Izaya walking by off in the distance. Really, it was almost unbelievable that they joined the game. Why the hell would Izaya want to join it?]

[It was most by autonomous reaction that Shizuo picked up the biggest rock he could, though it was no newspaper vending machine or trash bin, and threw it right for Izaya's head.]

Izaya!

[He's stomping right for you both. Without actually being angry, it's enough time for him to also notice and get a better look at Celty's bike. Which is probably why the stomping turns to normal strides when he's close enough to point at it.]

What happened?

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[mellowyellow]

[It is from across the park that Masaomi first notices the familiar oddity. It's far too perfect to be a fake. The Headless Rider is here... without much of a ride, apparently. He's not about to follow Ikebukuro's legend, but he doesn't leave either, slowing his pace until he's hardly moving at all.

What was she doing here? Of all people? Does she count as people?

The perplexed teenager doesn't get much of a chance to mull this over. He stops dead in his tracks when he sees another familiar figure approaching, perhaps the only person Masaomi can think of who belongs here even less. Outside of hearing range, he can't know what the man is saying, but it wouldn't have made any difference either way. All higher brain function ceases for much longer than Masaomi would ever admit as he processes what he's seeing.

He stands still as a statue for too long, far too long, before he snaps out of it and forces one foot in front of the other, picking up speed for a hasty exit.

Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope.

He hasn't seen anything.]

[ action ] +1 ikebukurian.. ha ha..

[ousawagi]

[ To catch sight of the elusive Black Rider should be considered a privilege - if anything - and even more so in a place like Joywick. Mikado considers it to be nothing less. But what business would she ever have here? Did she do something in Ikebukuro that he's not entirely aware of? Is she here because her-- well, uh.. special motorcycle thing-y is broken? The point here is that he hasn't a clue as to why she'd come here, of all places.

As if she's managed to listen to his thoughts and somehow find them offensive (can she even do that sort of thing? As far as Mikado's concerned, it doesn't seem entirely out of the question considering the nature of her existence) her shoulders jump.

Huh?

He's apparently oblivious to the fact that the informant is there with her-- and, in turn, is also the reason behind Celty's sudden change in posture. What's going on? ]

Celty.. -san..? [ Much too shaky and unsure to be a proper "call", so to speak, but she's being addressed nonetheless. ]