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Day 0
Jan 4, 2017 4:36:46 GMT
Post by instantsy on Jan 4, 2017 4:36:46 GMT
Shopping District
The shopping district was the same as always in the summer season. Packed to the brim, like a box full of bubble wrap; it was simply popping with fun... and traffic.
Sunday had picked himself up a pair of sunglasses and was relaxing face up on his couch in a speed that could be considered fast for a guy in a wheel chair, when a voice rang out to him;
"You! Buddy! Pal! My friend! Daddy-o! You look like a hungry enough dude, am I right?"
Is he talking to me? Sunday thought taking of his sunglasses. Eh, better check, I don't like blowing people off. Bad blood for no reason I say.
Sunday rose his head up to look for the source of the voice.. before crashing into a waitress at the Burger Sheriff.
*THUD*
And this kids is why you should always wear a seat belt. The collision wasn't serious, hard to have one when your going a mile and hour, but people did fall, the waitress and Sunday did anyway but rest assured, the couch is fine.
The waitress was naturally pissed; "Ouch! Watch were you're go--" Until she looks down and realizes who hit her. Her anger seemed to dissipate and be replaced with just annoyance; "Oh it's you Sunday." She says before sighing and returning to work.
Sunday on the other hand shakes himself back to action and jumps right on back up. Only to fall back down on his couch. He looks at Hall.
"Uh, were you the one calling me?"
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Day 0
Jan 4, 2017 5:01:09 GMT
Post by DreadLasagnaArchduke on Jan 4, 2017 5:01:09 GMT
Shopping District
Monty watched the collision in mild amazement. While he didn't wish any harm on the Burger Sheriff's employees, trapped in the grasp of his iron fist, he was impressed with the man's utter lack of awareness to his surroundings. He seemed to have gotten his attention, though he would have to repeat himself.
"You've got that right, bro! Man! My guy!" Once again, he spun, firing off several more imaginary shots, his peacock feather cloak managing to stay intact despite all this.
"Check out that burger place over there!" And again, he gestured toward the Marquis. "They've got only the swoodest of burgers, and will let you bring in that couch of yours as long as it doesn't have fleas! What do you say, how 'bout you check it out? It's got my seal of approval, and I'm your buddy, aren't I?" he flashed a grin that, while not quite gleaming, was close.
Town Central
On a bench sat the Conductor, holding a sign reading "TOURS: REAL CHEAP". Not an especially exceptional sign, covered in lights, nor an especially dingy one, nor one of those spun by those annoying people outside the car dealerships, but a piece of white card paper attached to a small plank of wood.
She stood up, and began to pace around the area, holding up her sign. After pacing a bit, she began to moonwalk about, waving the sign a bit. Doing a bit of a dance, she attempted to spin the sign, to little success. She retrieved the sign from the ground, still ignored by all the passersby.
"Tours. We got tours." stated a monotone, somewhat muffled voice. "Real cheap. No more than a few bucks, probably. Wherever ya gotta go, I'll take ya. Rain, snow, sun, whatever." she continued doing her odd sort of dance, people merely moving around her.
"Maybe I chose the wrong spot for this today." She returned to her bench, sitting with her legs folded under her, sign still raised.
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Day 0
Jan 4, 2017 6:09:07 GMT
Post by The Agnolotti Raichu on Jan 4, 2017 6:09:07 GMT
Morioh High School:
Simon pulled up to the High School in his jet black Ferrari. He looked toward the building with disdain. This place again. Every day the same old thing. Why did he even have to go here? If he had a nickel for every quarter he had, he'd still be rolling in cash. He sighed and ran his fingers through his perfect hair. He stepped up the staircase and put a hand to the front door, which was further than he made it most days. Realizing this, he paused.
Man, I've been ditching a lot lately, haven't I? Well, if I show up now, the teacher's really going to lay into me. I can't have that.
Simon turned away from the door and started walking back to his muscle car, waving to a couple of particularly attractive females. In return, they scoffed and rolled their eyes, and rushed inside the building. He sighed again. He had looks, he had money, he had a dang pocketwatch! What more could someone ask for?! He entered and sped toward the Shopping District.
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Day 0
Jan 6, 2017 10:00:50 GMT
Post by melcaroni on Jan 6, 2017 10:00:50 GMT
Let's Go Shopping!!:The Morioh Town Shopping District! Originally a small collection of fruit stands and shops set up to tempt weary samurai, the shopping district has blossomed into a bustling street filled with stores and shops. Whether it be to get a bite to eat at one of the many restaurant chains, to buy wares at some of the local shops, or perhaps, taking a detour down "Backstreet Boy Alley" to get to the mysterious "Black Market", one can find anything they're looking for here. Clothing, dining, hardware, toys, and more can be found in one of the shops-- All one has to do is check the signs.
Thus the only question remains: What are you looking for today?Points of Interest:Today, it seems a new arrival has rolled into the streets of Morioh-cho! A small, curious crowd of commoners has made their way to a food truck parked in side of the street, jutting out between a Volkswagen and a Toyota. The food truck is worn down, ravaged by wind and weather, bearing little more than a menu and a name: "The Hungry Wolf".
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Day 0
Jan 7, 2017 5:03:25 GMT
Post by instantsy on Jan 7, 2017 5:03:25 GMT
Shopping District
Sunday rubbed his head. He was still a little sore from his crash, but it shouldn't be to much a of a problem in an hour or so.
He shook his head and started feeling around his couch for his sunglasses.
"Sorry buddy, I already had breakfast." He says checking under one of the pillows. Though check as he might, his glasses were gone.
"Eh, can't find them," Sunday says with a shrug, "Bummer."
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Day 0
Jan 8, 2017 21:54:19 GMT
Post by The Agnolotti Raichu on Jan 8, 2017 21:54:19 GMT
Shopping District - Simon:
Simon put his Ferrari in park and carefully got out into the large crowds. He started regretting his choice to wear his nice tailcoat today. He started strolling aimlessly, accidentally bumping shoulders with a few of the common folk. He promptly inspected his tailcoat for any signs of dirt or tarnish afterward, and brushed it off anyways when he was pretty sure he was fine.
And then he happened upon that eyesore. A small crowd over a dingy food truck, entitled "The Hungry Wolf." Yeah, it looked about as sanitary as one, too. Did those people just have no standards? Well, it should at least be good for a laugh. He approached with a loud clearing of his throat.
"Feh! And what's this sorry state of affairs?" Simon spoke out with his painfully nasal voice, turning a little bit of the crowd's attention to him.
The Bay - Anabelle:
The beaches were crowded as ever. Beach equipment and setups were packed closely to each other, as if the sands were a sort of tin and the people were sardines. Somewhere among this multicolored hodgepodge was the Michuru family. Anabelle could be seen underneath a large beach parasol, hugging herself.
"Annie, dear, are you cold? You look cold." Anabelle's mother walked up to her with a gentle look on her face. Anabelle looked toward her in confusion, and shook her head no... a little more vigorously than was warranted, sending her braids flailing around her head. Anabelle always thought it was weird that no one else saw the stuffed cat-bear that she usually had with her. What was it called again? Sweetie Moshi? Whatever the case, Anabelle always referred to it as Moshi.
"Okay, honey. I still think some sun would be good for you. Come on. Follow Mommy." Having sunscreen applied beforehand, Anabelle slowly ventured out of the parasol's shade.
"Can... Can Moshi come with me?" Anabelle felt the need to ask, even though nobody would be the wiser if she did bring it along. Her mother sighed, although she figured it was normal for a girl her age to have imaginary friends. She just wished her daughter hadn't so suddenly become so attached to this figment. For the last week or so, it was always Moshi, Moshi, Moshi.
"...I guess. Come on." Anabelle perked up, Sweet Emotion still being hugged in one arm, while she took her mother's hand in the other. Her father kept close behind as they walked down the beach as best they could.
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Day 0
Jan 8, 2017 22:27:41 GMT
Post by melcaroni on Jan 8, 2017 22:27:41 GMT
The Hungry Wolf Food Truck:
The crowd glances back towards Simon, before a large, fat man in a sports cap turns around and responds with a jovial grin.
"This new food truck just rolled into to town and hasn't opened yet." He said, in between crunches from a bag of chips. "We're here to scope the place out!"
The rest of the crowd seemed to quickly lose interest, however, and the crowd quickly dispersed, leaving only the excitable big man waiting in line. They had other much better things to do, it seemed.
"Wait! Don't go stampeding off like a herd of gazelle when the pond appears to have dried up!"
A cry came from inside the truck, and the window's shade slid up, and out popped the head of a short, balding fellow with a spindly mustache.
"Your wait is over, my good friends," He declared with a smirk, wiping some grease from his forehead, "My Hungry Wolf Food Truck is now open for business!"
The other customers slowly coalesced into a line in front of the window, walking casually past Simon to place their orders.
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Day 0
Jan 9, 2017 0:34:30 GMT
Post by gotMCRNI7 on Jan 9, 2017 0:34:30 GMT
Way to Police Station
Mimi pouted. "No, not really, just curious."
She sighed. Either I'm wrong or she's really good at fibbing, she thought. I guess she could just be some strange girl. Maybe she's foreign...do they dress like that in Europe or something? I guess I shouldn't just interrogate random people just because they look sketchy. Still...I can't shake this weird feeling about this.
"W-Well, we're almost at the police station," she said, pointing to the building in the distance. "I uh...guess that's that, then."
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Day 0
Jan 9, 2017 1:03:08 GMT
Post by instantsy on Jan 9, 2017 1:03:08 GMT
Way to Police Station
Nicole sighs at the sight before her. The two had finally reached the station. No more walk, and no more talk, what a shame.
Nicole puts her hands in her pockets. "Yeah, I guess so."
She smiles to her walking partner, "Thanks for taking me here, it was nice talking to you."
"Oh, and don't worry. I'm keeping an eye out for any strange happenings." with a playful salute she adds, "Captain."
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Day 0
Jan 9, 2017 2:24:01 GMT
Post by Try Biển Noodles on Jan 9, 2017 2:24:01 GMT
Residential Area
Walking down the sidewalk, the slender high school student moved with a brief pace. His eyes wandered from house to house, never keeping track of what was in front of him. Every so often he would almost bump into someone equally distracted as he, but the boy always somehow avoided making contact. All of a sudden, something catches his eye, something he becomes curious about. With impeccable speed, the boy seems to vanish and appear on the branch of a nearby tree. Just as he had done in the abandoned area, he whips out his telescope and seems to be pointing it in a window. After drawing his subject into his notebook, he goes back to the sidewalk to continue his stroll. He repeats this a few times but never notices the gleaming lens flare coming off his telescope. It didn't take long for many concerned citizens to spot the shady looking boy peeking in on the residents of Morioh.
"This is the Morioh Police Department, how can I help you." "There's this weird boy staring into my daughter's room!" "I caught this whipper snapper ogglin' my darlin' wifey." "EEEEEEEEEK! SOME PERVERT JUST WATCHED ME GET DRESSED!"
"...I see, we will send an officer immediately."
Town Central - Police Station
"God fricka-dik-a-lika-finally, good riddance to that paperwork." A wave of relaxation rushed through Ryohei as he put the last piece of paperwork in the completed tray. With the daily ritual of tormenting busywork completed, the youthful cop sprung to his feet and stretched his arms out over his head. "With that out of the way, I can know get on to my daily patrol." While most cops at Morioh Station would just sit around till they are needed due to the surprisingly low petty crime rate, Ryohei was the type who despised sitting down for more than ten minutes.
"Not so fast there JoJo." A gruff voice penetrated the quite workspace.
"What's it now commissioner, gonna lecture me again about how I can't be wandering off while on duty. I've told you plenty of times, if there is a crime you need me to respond to, I've got this radio right here to listen in to." JoJo spoke pointing to the stylish radio clipped onto his right shoulder.
The commissioner laughed. "You know me too well, but that's not what I have come to you for this time." The burly elderly officer then laid a file down Ryohei's desk. "We've got reports of a peepin' tom in the residential area. Our sketch artist procured us an estimate of what he may look like using witness testimony. The targeted areas are also noted in there."
"Oh, so we have a pervert on the loose eh? And why are you sending me personally to investigate?"
"Because none of these lazy asses in the department won't lift a finger for something so petty." The commissioner noted in a jovial tone. The other officers in the precinct didn't even bat an eye to the commissioner's remark as if they were admitting to being terrible cops.
With reluctance, JoJo picked up the file and headed to the door. "Whatever floats your boat commissioner, I just better see a raise on my next paycheck."
"Sure why not, I should probably cut the salaries of these wastes of space anyways." The commissioner laughed again. As Ryohei left, the commissioner turned around and whispered to himself, "...as if," then continued to laugh back to his office.
Town Central - Outside the Police Department
As the warm sun hit Ryohei's face, he took in a long deep breath. Now that he was free from the dingy place, he could enjoy himself a little bit. Getting ready to head out, he opened up the file to see where he was going and who to look out for. "Hm... so it seems the perp is a high school student looking at his uniform. And those are peculiar rings on his eyebrows. It shouldn't be too hard to find a weirdo like this."
Ready to take off, he spotted Mimi and Nicole. "Two teenage looking girls 'eh, and one of them is wearing a uniform... perhaps they can help me identify the creep."
"HEY THERE!" JoJo yelled over to the two girls as he began to quickly walk towards them. "I need some help identifying a suspect, do you think you can lend me a hand?"
Town Central
With a majestic luster, a shiny RC plane flies through the sky. It dips, it dives, it does a barrel roll. This RC plane knows no bounds and no limits. It swoops around where The Conductor is offering rides and back into the air. Finally, it makes a quick impressive nosedive before pulling back up and making a precision landing on the ground. A little boy, no more than eight years old, runs over and picks up the plane that landed not too far away from The Conductor. He looked up at the mysteriously garbed person and smiled. "HEY! Did you see how awesome my plane is! It goes whoooosh, and shooooom, and feeeeew~!" The boy's annoying face was emphasized by the unattractive unabrow and large nose and lips. He was also unnaturally scrawny. In fact, it looks as if the boy hadn't eaten in weeks. To make matters worse, he was running around in just a bathing suit, and on his feet were the uncool duo of socks and sandals. This kid clearly was never gonna be the popular kid in school, and his squeaky voice put the final nail in the coffin. Also, did I mention the kid has a mullet?
Bay District
On the beach, a man looking to be in his late 40s walked along the beach barefoot. He wore torn jeans and a black long sleeve shirt. His hair, pure black with purple highlighting on the fringe. Down the right side of his face, the words "Damaged" are tattooed in gothic lettering. Hanging from his neck are 3 long chains reaching down to his waist. Most peculiar of all, in his arms he is carrying an anchor. As he walked, he mumbled to himself unintelligible ramblings, not paying mind to his surroundings. Without warning, he bumps into Annabelle's father and nearly drops the anchor, catching it before it could have hurt someone. Without a care, he continues to walk on after regaining his balance.
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Day 0
Jan 9, 2017 3:04:49 GMT
Post by gotMCRNI7 on Jan 9, 2017 3:04:49 GMT
Outside the Police Station
"R-Right. Well-"
Mimi was about to split with Nicole, but that's when she saw the police officer approaching them. She seemed alert now.
"I need some help identifying a suspect, do you think you can lend me a hand?"
Her eyes shot open. Her heart beat faster.
"Yes, sir!" Mimi shouted out almost too excitedly. "I'm willing to help however I can, sir! What kind of suspect are you looking for?"
This may be my chance...! This may be the first big step to meet my goal!
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Day 0
Jan 9, 2017 3:22:13 GMT
Post by DreadLasagnaArchduke on Jan 9, 2017 3:22:13 GMT
Shopping District
"You'll try and come back around lunch then, won't ya, chum?" he shot him another near-gleaming grin. Once again, he was momentarily distracted. There appeared to be, aside from the new Sheriff in town, yet another new sheriff in town!
"Hold up uno momento, friend-o! I've got a bit of business to take care of, but you'll still be here, won't ya?" he lowered his shades and winked, before strolling over to the food truck.
"Compadre! Kemosabe! Comrade! Would someone care to tell me what the meaning of this is?" he spun dramatically again. "A food truck right around all these restaurants? Sounds like you're looking for a bit of competition! Well, let me tell ya..."
Several more spins, punctuated by finger guns all the while. "...There ain't enough room in this here town for the three of us! Now, the Burger Sheriff over there is his own set of problems, but you've got wheels. Why don't you roll on out of here, maybe somewhere else in town that's not right near the Marquis of Meats himself," finger gun towards the Marquis again, "and I'll buy you a Marquis Meal! What do you say, my man?" He flashed the food truck driver another grin and a wink.
Town Central
The Conductor looked down at the young boy and his plane. "It's, uh, pretty cool, yeah."
He seemed like a pretty strange kid, for sure. If he had money for a tour, however, it wasn't any of her business.
"I like trains." she replied, before picking the sign off the seat next to her and holding it up.
"If you want a tour, it's real cheap. No more than a few bucks, and I'll take you wherever you want in town, or we can just wander around visiting sites and landmarks, I do that stuff too. You up for it?"
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Day 0
Jan 9, 2017 3:54:42 GMT
Post by instantsy on Jan 9, 2017 3:54:42 GMT
Outside the Police Station
"Sure." Nicole says with a smile. "I don't mind taking a look around town, might be a good way to see the sights."
Oddly enough her train of thought had yet to pull into the station, as Nicole turns away from the group. "Besides, I've already got my eye out for someone as it." Before turning back to the group with her causal smile.
Shoopping District
"Huh?"
The man with the cape seems to have more important things going on. Maybe I should have been paying more atten-- Oh, he's yelling.
Sunday's eyes followed Hall to the food truck, and Hall seemed pretty pissed about it being there.
"Uh oh." Sunday said with a look of concern. "Things could get messy."
A Burger Sheriff employee walked up behind Sunday, "Hey! You gonna order something or are you just gonna block the line?"
Sunday turned to face the waiter, and with snap of his fingers said, "Popcorn please."
The employee rolled his eyes, "Oh, it's you." He went back inside and a moment later returned with a bag of Popcorn. "500 yen"
Sunday payed his bill, took his snack and tapped his couch with his heel.
"Pick up the pace man!"
With that, the couch rolled over to find an optimal spot around the food truck to watch.
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Day 0
Jan 9, 2017 4:16:50 GMT
Post by The Agnolotti Raichu on Jan 9, 2017 4:16:50 GMT
The Hungry Wolf - Simon:
Simon watched the crowd line up, and sluggishly joined the back. He would occasionally check his pocketwatch, occasionally meaning every two or three minutes, until he finally got into the front of the line.
"So, Mr. Wolfman. Impress me. What do we have he-"
And then some guy with a peacock cloak strolled up, demanding him to leave. Simon was tempted to ask the guy how much money he would take for the cape, and he was also tempted to chew the guy out for so rudely interrupting him, but he would just watch this go down for now. This could prove to be entertaining.
Bay District - Anabelle:
Anabelle's father was a decently built man. He wasn't especially buff, but he wasn't a wimp, either. So normally, when people bump into him, he has a few words to say to them.
Well... not this guy.
"Excuse me! Try to be more careful, okay?" He wasn't going to question the anchor, but there was obviously something on this guy's mind. And curiosity was only natural. "Hey, guy. Care to speak up a little bit? Maybe if you get that off your chest you can focus more, huh?"
Anabelle herself let go of her mother to hug Moshi tighter. Shrinking back, she decided to add, "Mister, you're kinda scary."
"Anabelle!" Her mother softly chided. "Don't say things like that, honey." Anabelle shrunk back even more and nodded.
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Day 0
Jan 9, 2017 9:21:23 GMT
Post by ramenigma on Jan 9, 2017 9:21:23 GMT
Shopping District
Of all the days for the sandwich store to close down due to a grease fire, today was the worst possible day. There were other bad days but today was the worst of them. Ideally, it'd close down two weeks from now or something along those lines. A day when Yoshiru could enjoy a nice dinner at a fancy restaurant. When his schedule's a little less hectic...
No rest for the wicked, I guess.
Rude.
That said, while the wicked may not be able to rest, Yoshiru's feet are starting to hurt so he may as well rest those. And, hey! He can do a little shmoozing campaigning pandering while he's at it. Just find a nice spot to sit, with a bunch of people around. Park your ass on a seat and say "Howdy! Wanna get screwed by my party instead of the other one?"
Sure. But where are you thinking?
Well, uh... Over there's a pretty good spot. A couch situated right near a hoarde of people dining at a food truck. Why a couch? Well, who knows. Morioh is nuts. Filled with idiots and gerbils and...
Hamsters.
Aren't those the same thing as gerbils?
Whatever.
The owner of the couch, one Mr. Sunday... Unlucky. He has someone looming over him with a creepy disingenuous politician's smile. With the sun hitting Yoshiru's back, his face must even have an ominous shadow over it.
How droll. How cliche. How the sun isn't at that angle you liar.
Fine, no ominous shadow.
But even so, a smiling, seemingly cheerful Yoshiru stands over the couch.
"Howdy! Mind if I take a seat next to you?"
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