4/12/2005

11:41 PM

Logfile from Chase.

 

The Berkley Apartments - 302

Sparse living at its finest, or worse. The wood flooring actually as something of a luster to it through the careful maintenance of leaser's past. Walls are a rather neutral beige with something of a wood border about a third of the way up to add some character, as sparse as it is though. There is a threadbare couch, simple table and chairs, a tiny kitchen and an even tinier bathroom. A pair of doors seem to oppose one another down the small hall to the bathroom, each one leading to a different bedroom. But it is the additions that seem to give this places its character: like the expensive stereo system just over there flanked by a couple of towers of CDs or the dreamcatcher by the window that overlooks the fire escape and the street below.

Takiko is here.

Obvious exits:

Exit

 

He really meant to get to work on that stupid calculus. Honestly. See how the books are scattered about, the scientific calculator, laptop open and everything and even the can of pop and bowl of chips ready to munch on only just over on the coffee table. Really. But, you know, something about stupid, dumb, pointless numbers sends him to sleep. Thus, that's Chase's current state, sprawled over the couch, hat brim low over his eyes as he snoozes away.

 

Kaida had to sneak out, but portions of the fire escape are still a little tricky from the cold weather, so there's only one option. Yes, she's breaking into the neighboring apartment in order to use that door to get out. The window is worked open and she slides in, turning to put everything to right (At least she's a polite criminal) before she works her way toward the front door of the apartment, hoisting a backpack to her shoulder. If it's all quiet, then they're either not at home or they're asleep. She should be home free.

 

Chase might have heard something, or felt something or... well... something. But between one moment and the next his eyes are flickering open just the slightest. He frowns for a moment, still as anything, quietly listening. Yeah, if Kenny was home, he sure wouldn't be trying his hardest to sneak around. Nope, he'd probably try to make as much noise as possible. Ooooooooh, intruder. He keeps still for a moment, still listening. Good luck with the locks on the door.

 

Kaida reaches the door, fiddling with the locks and swearing under her breath in both Japanese and English before, sparing a glance over her shoulder for the person on the couch. Finally, giving up, she huffs. "Damn, even the best laid plans." Turning to retreat, she mutters yet more swear words. "Guess I'll just have to slide down the damn ladder." Yes, she knows there's someone there, she's just hoping that they'll stay asleep while she makes her get away.

 

Chase perks ever more at the noise at the door. Letting in cohorts, eh? Now, we really can't have that... although it would be fun. Seeing as Anana never lets him pick on oni, now he's got a great excuse to mess with some punk who broke in to steal his... calculus? Eh. He waits for the intruder to move away a little before he is crawling up a little, laying a hand to the back of the couch and then with a sudden movement, vaulting over the couch with an "Eieeeeeeeee!" to try to tackle the person.

 

Kaida would have been good if there hadn't been someone trying to tackle her. Startled as she is, she turns, balling her hands into fists and crouching into fighting stance before letting out a yell of her own. At least she's not launching into the guy or anything (Since she's the intruder, it would be hard to claim self defense), but throws a double fisted punch at the air in front of her. Maybe she can fend the guy off long enough to get to the window.

 

Chase nearly laughs as the intruder fights back. Oooooh, Kenny will be so jealous he missed this. Ah well. He tries to take the punch to the shoulder while reaching for her, intent to try to tumble her to the hardwood floor and maybe get a chance to pin her here. "You broke into the wrong place, punk."

 

Kaida makes an angry sound, dropping to the floor with more force than necessary. One hand goes to her pocket to produce a small handgun that's immediately thrust forward as if she means to use it. "And you just tried to manhandle the wrong bitch, ahou. I'm just passin' through, alright? So drop the bad boy act." It's only then that she catches a glimpse of her attacker (If he can honestly be called that, under the circumstances). "Oh hell." Well, she certainly can't shoot the guy now. Why is it that whenever she runs into a Genbu seishi, someone has to end up on their ass?

 

As soon as the gun is produced, the teenager is quickly trying to knock it from her hands. "You hold that like a girl," he drawls. Well, maybe because he is suddenly realizing is has very much just tackled a girl. But considering the females he often associates with, this really shouldn't be that big of a deal. But still... Chase blinks down at her, steely eyes gradually growing wider.

 

"Maybe that's because I AM a girl! Hey!" Not that Kaida is making much of an effort to keep the gun. "If it hits the floor--" Clatter. Too late. Thankfully, it didn't go off. "Oh, damnit, come ON. I'm not thieving, just sneaking out and your place is next to mine." See? It should all make absolute sense now. 

 

Takiko

Long, raven hair falls past her shoulders to land mid-back, bangs cut to just above the arch of her eyebrows. Eyes so brown they appear black suit her somewhat dark complexion well, as do the thick lashes that frame them. Delicate features- high cheek bones, upturned nose, youthfully soft mouth- add to the look of general 'youngness' that her short stature implies.

A much abused but serviceable leather jacket at least a size too big is worn when need requires. Under that is worn a simple t-shirt in basic black that defies being tucked in by its length and hangs to the very tops of her thighs. Her jeans have a comfortable, baggy look with the legs bunching around her much abused black boots made of now pliant leather.

Takiko appears to be 17 years, 6 months, and 12 days old.

She is awake and looks alert.

 

Chase just stares at her for the longest moment, totally silent. And then suddenly, as if realizing just what the hell he is doing, he is quickly scrambling off of her, hand reaching around to rub at the back of his neck. He frowns heavily, flickers an uneasy glance the side, and then babble/whines, "What the hell are you doing walking around in here? Couldn't you have just knocked at the door or... the window and said 'Hey there, mind if I can come in? Puh-lease?" He swallows, and then looks most grumpy, "Dammit, I thought you were some thieving ass." Instead of uhm... yeah... "You aren't hurt, are ya?" A hand reaches down to offer to help her back up.

 

Kaida reaches out to take Tomite's hand, hauling herself to her feet and dusting off her backside. "I was sneaking out, how the hell was I supposed to know you lived next door? I mean, if you're breaking into a stranger's place, you just don't knock on the window and ask if they'll please let you in, do you? Here's an idea, go ask the guy down the street if he minds if we just happen to open his car door, hotwire the thing, and go for a joy ride. Let me know how it works out for you." Her gun is searched out and picked up off the floor. "Aw, damnit." Patting the backpack down, she puffs out a sigh of relief. "I'd never get the beer smell out... No, I'm not hurt. You do that every time someone comes in?"

 

"Yeah, well..." Chase is at a loss for words, scowling most dorkily. Is 'dorkily' even a word? No matter, it fits him right now. "But it's /different/." He isn't sure how, but it is, someway. Yeah. "Only the people that come through the window and sneak around like some kind of -like what you did." He waves his hands at her. Well, then his hand lifts up to rub at his head as he grumbles, "Like I don't have a big enough headache as it is..." Mutter. "Well, guess what? I do! And now you know and..." He winds down, drops his hands to his sides and eyes her warily. And then without further ado, he reaches a hand over, one finger extended to try to poke her in the chest. Well /above/ her chest. Talk about random.

 

"You can stop being a dork," Kaida informs huffily, only barely managing to not stamp her foot in anger. "Because, you know, it's not my fault you don't pay attention to your windows. ...anou..." She's being poked? Well, she'll just poke back. Too bad she's the shorter one, because the return poke is aimed at Chase's stomach. "What?" Her arms cross over her chest and her foot taps, obviously the signs that she's expecting to be told something, but before the silence can draw out, she's finally stamping her foot. "You shook the beer, you jerk!" There. Done.

 

Chase startles a little as he is poked back. "Whaaaaaaaat? I was just checking to make sure you were real." And apparently she is, and grumpy too. "Yeah, well... you make enough noise to wake the dead. And I could sense you a mile away." Or not. Damn constant headache. Go away. "And I... Wait." Pause. "Beer?" Perk. Dark eyebrows lift some as he glances to her pack.

 

Kaida rolls here eyes. "Oh, come on, I live next door, for cryin' out loud, you couldn't sense that? You're slippin', man. You poked me," she informs belatedly. "Yes, beer. It's in my pack and it WAS perfectly fine before you had to jump at me from the ropes and make sure it got slammed on the ground. That's flagrant alcohol abuse. Besides, I didn't make that much noise, I was quiet up until I got into the living room, and then you had to have all of those damn locks. Who has that many locks, anyway? Are you paranoid?"

 

"I've been out of town," Chase whines, hands going wide as if that'll help explain things. Yeah right. "And all of this chi shit and... gimme a break!" Thus, he pouts. But, you know, when beer is involved, things can only get better, right? He simply reaches for the pack to just make himself at home -well, this /is/ his home. "Lemme check it." He bows his head some to try to look for it, only to peer beyond the rim of his ballcap at her, grinning most puckishly, "I knocked you on your ass." Snicker.

 

Kaida reaches out to try to snag her pack back. "Hey, that's mine! What're you gonna do? Check it for... If you open it, it's gonna explode all over that damn smirk of yours, so you better wipe it off." Beware the glaring miko. It's the snicker that gets her to clench her hands into fists. "Only because I didn't want to hurt ya." Oh, the indignity of it all. Tomite is going to pay.

 

Chase's dark eyebrows apparently are trying to merge with his hairline. Oh yeah, that's challenge there as he is... challenged. He stops his progress with the pack to simply stare at her. "I'm sorry, what was that?" That'd be a look of vague interest, to patently false. Never mind that excited glimmer to his eyes. "Gimme the beer and I won't tell anyone." Never mind the yelling at he'll get for tackling her.

 

Kaida gives Tomite a look that borders on incredulous. "I will not. You tackled me, why the hell should I give you anything? And what'ya  mean, you won't tell? Who're you gonna tell?" Smirking, she reaches into the bag and tosses one of the beers toward the seishi. "Be a good boy and I won't kick your butt for trying to tackle me."  And lest it be left out, she sticks makes a brief face that involves wrinkling her nose and nearly sticking out her tongue. All that's left out is the exclamation of 'neener'.

 

"I'll tell Kenny." Yeah, big, bad Kenny. Or something. Grumpy seishi. "I won't tell him that you're some kind of punk, playing at breaking and entering -and bringing beer." Beat. "And a gun." Hrm, must check out that gun. "Who the hell gave you a gun?" Of course, that really isn't the subject right now. "You couldn't kick my ass if I had both hands tied behind my back, blindfolded, and was naked."

 

"Who the hell's Kenny?" Kaida's anger is sidetracked long enough for her to give a confused look and scratch the back of her head. "You been hittin' the crack pipe, Tomite? Stuffs bad for ya, you know. And who the hell has to give me anything? You think just cause I'm a girl I can't handle it on my own? I got the beer on discount," her fingers are waved in the air. "And the gun I bought when I got into the country, because I figured I wasn't safe on my own. ...and I could so kick your ass." There's a pause, but then she blushes. "You know, I can kick your ass with your clothes on, no need to get pervy on me."

 

Chase gives her a confused look for a moment before supplying. "Inami. Kenny is Inami. He lives here too." He scowls next though, "Discount? Five-finger discount?" If so, he'll have to actually look a little impressed there. He does waggle a finger at her before grinning most wolfishly, "I'm /so/ going to take you up on that some day, and I'll do my best to be gentle with you." He exhales slowly, and then without further ado pounces her again. TACKLE! No, really it is more of an attempt at a wide-armed hug. "Oh gods, this is great."

 

"Do I look twenty-one to you?" Kaida says in her best 'well, duh' voice. "Inami? Uruki said he was a hood." Her seishi make her so proud! "Yeah, gentle. Tell you what, you be gentle and I promise not to kick your ass in front of anyone." Smirking gives way to surprise as she's hugged (At least she's not being tackled from the top rope) before she returns the gesture, blushing all the while. "Yeah."  Well? What else is she supposed to do? Be eloquent?

 

Chase takes a step back, nearly beaming with that grin on his face. "Uruki said that?.." He's almost afraid to hear how Uruki termed him. He chuckles though, "Yeah, sure. Whatever you say. Your secret is safe with me." He winks at her, only to try to give her a playful flick on the nose. "Come. Sit down. Lets try out your beer... and I'll be sure to tell you the trick with the locks, the next time you wanna sneak through here."

 

Kaida shrugs. "Well, not exactly, but he did say that we'd all probably get along real well. I think he was being sarcastic, but he hides it so well. Maybe I shouldn't feel bad for knocking him on his ass." She doesn't have time to think over what she's said, being flicked on the nose as she is. Crossing her eyes to get a look at the action, she reaches out to attempt a playful punch to the chest before letting the bag slip from her shoulder again. This time it's placed near the couch and she bends to pull the beer out. "Usually I just sneak down the fire escape, but it got messed up in the snow."

 

Chase blinks, swinging his head around to stare at her, "What'd you do to him? You /have/ to tell." Feet pop up onto the coffee table and kick out to dump the homework to the floor. Ah well. He does grab at his chest, looking rather dramatic with the gasp, and then the toothy grin that follows. "Now why are you sneaking anywhere..." He frowns then, looking back to her. "Parents?"

 

Kaida puts the beer on the coffee table, eying the homework and laughing at Chase's gesture. "I just ran into him in the park. Literally. I knocked him down cause I figured he was some sort of pick pocket or something, and I don't take that kind of shit." She does have the decency to look somewhat guilty about it. "I did apologize to him. Eventually. You know. Kind of. Parents? Nah, my uncle. I got myself sent away for being a brat."

 

Chase peers at her. "A /pick pocket/. Uruki?" Does not compute. He stares at her for a long moment. Uh-huh. He shakes his head to clear up that image before smirking, "Sit. And you live next door? That's so cool. That's like... perfect." He sighs happily and slump back further into the couch. "What'd you do? Or was it just like a whole bunch of 'dos'?"

 

Kaida grumbles. "It's not like I looked at him before I knocked him on his ass, you know." Her tones become near pouting, but she doesn't follow it up with action. Instead, she sits and hands one of the beers over, opening one for herself. "Yeah, just moved in not too long ago." Another guilty look follows the questions, and she slouches down on the couch. "Um. It was a bunch of 'dos'. A whole bunch. Not like I was gonna go to prison or anything, but my parents are all on that honor thing, and I seem to be the anti-honor kid. I think that taking 'tousan's car and driving it into the garden wall was kind of the last straw, though. It had air bags! Besides, that wall's been there for over a hundred years. It needed replacing." Right. "Um.. what about you? No parents around?"

 

Chase's eyebows gradually climb higher and higher up his forehead. "Wow... that's pretty impressive." And for a miko no less. "My family family is in Montana. Well, most of them. So of my mom's family is over in Chinatown. But my /real/ family is all right around here." And that makes this teen so very, very happy. "So are you going to school around here now? That's got to suck."

 

Kaida looks even more sheepish, even if she can't slouch lower. "Um... That's the thing. I'm not. I was home schooled before and you only have to go until you reach fifteen in Japan, so I'm not really.. I... I'm playing hooky. Forever." The mention of real family lightens her expression to something more akin to happiness. "Yeah, I suppose that's what counts. My dad's a real idiot, anyway. Real old school Japanese, you know? So I embarrassed him so much that he had to send me away, and my uncle got them to let me come to New York with him."