caught in the rain

[heartinhand]

caught in the rain

It started out quietly, and then, quite suddenly, you're caught in a storm. Time to find cover. Nothing much to do but to wait it out.

Scenarios listed below for those who want 'em.

i WHERE:
001 PLAYGROUND - Well, you can try to hide under the slide or maybe in the jungle gym... at least you're some place fun?
002 PARK - Always happens, caught outside trying to take advantage of the weather... and it ends up pulling a fast one on you.
003 STORE FRONT - Better hope they have an awning you can take advantage of
004 THE BEACH - Not exactly the best place to be during a rainstorm, however it is possible to get caught in a sudden storm
005 WILD CARD - Anyway you want it


ii HOW:
001 TREE - Not the best cover, but it'll have to do, stay close to the roots and you won't get too wet.
002 UMBRELLA - Most conventional... Kinda boring. But it works.
003 NEWSPAPER - Not permanent, but it'll have to do. Good luck
004 BAG - Well... y'gotta do what you gotta do.
005 NONE - You know what. You're a rebel. You don't need cover. Screw convention
006 WILD CARD - that's the way you need it


iii WHY:
001 REJECTED - Welp. Rejection sucks. And no one will see you crying in the rain.
002 WAITING - For the bus? For someone else? For some revelation? What are you waiting for.
003 MELANCHOLY - Sometimes the best place to feel a bit down is out in the rain.
004 HAPPINESS - Is everything going your way? Are you singing a refrain while walking down the lane? Just singin. Singin' in the rain.
005 ANGER - WELL YOU KNOW WHAT. SCREW YOU TOO RAIN.
006 WILD CARD - Anyway you want it.



>> POST with your character
>> TAG others, use RNG if you need to, or just make up your own scenario if you want!
>> HAVE FUN.

(copied from pancaked)

Comments

Namie Yagiri | Durarara!!

[moreperfectlove]

idek what I'm doing but RNG said beach-tree-waiting

[hitorabu]

[He's late, of course. In part, it genuinely couldn't be helped, but he didn't exactly try to help it, either. The longer he knows Namie, the more of a challenge it is to get a reaction out of her - any reaction. The important digs are always subtle, but the others -...

Well. Izaya is really rather fond of those others.

So he's late - just late enough, he hopes, to make her angry, while still early enough not to make it too obvious what he's doing, hopefully. He has the hood of his jacket pulled up, pouring rain dripping down in front of his face from the fur that lines it. It might be a pitiful sight, if not for the air of supreme self-confidence that radiates from him, even now.]

Evening, Namie-san.

oh, that RNG. always good for a lolwat

[moreperfectlove]

You're late.

[Namie knows it, he knows it, and she knows he knows it. She does her best to force her usual deadpan apathy, but it's a little too forced, a little too balanced with cold irritation, and her reply comes a little too quickly to hide just how annoyed she is -- plus she just seems to radiate agitation, her usually neat hair in a damp mess and her pressed clothes now wrinkled and clinging uncomfortably to her. The tree's more effective than no cover at all, but not a whole lot.

Her obvious mood can't be helped, really; disorganization is one of her biggest peeves, and the blend of tardiness, Izaya, and her own rain-soaked person is as disorganized as she can get. Even if she did fake it, he'd probably see right through it, anyway.]

I knew better than to get my hopes up. I was starting to think a car might have hydroplaned and hit you on your way over.

RNG is like a summary of life in its weirdness. /arpee philosophee

[hitorabu]

Am I?

[Late, him? He pretends not to be aware, just enough that he asks the question, but he doesn't bother checking the time, or even acting like he's feeling guilty. After all, there's no reason why he should care, even if he is late. It can't hurt to remind Namie of that.

At her morbid statement, he offers a light laugh. Most people would say those things and not mean them, but Namie might just be serious. Izaya loves that extreme humanity in her.]

Is that how you spend the time I'm paying you for, thinking of ways that I could die? Really, you should learn a little gratitude.

[It's mocking more than anything; Izaya could care less what she thinks. He also doesn't care about how uncomfortable she clearly is, soaked to the bone, so he seats himself on the little fence that's meant to protect the tree, and makes a show of relaxing. No need to rush this along, after all.]

Nothing yet, I take it?

is that the modernized "life is like a box of chocolates" wisdom, then? |D

[moreperfectlove]

[Her eyes don't quite narrow as he sits -- nothing that obvious -- but the fact that they follow him at all is probably telling. If she were in her default state of annoyed rather than extra annoyed as she certainly is, she wouldn't even bother looking at him.]

No.

[Her arms stay crossed over her ribs, but there may or may not be the lightest traces of a duh sound to her tone.]

Maybe he actually prefers a more sensible drop-off time. If you sold him the forecast while you were at it, he might not show up at all.

Pretty much. /sage nod

[hitorabu]

That would be extremely foolish of him.

[Stating the obvious, and Namie probably knows this, even if Izaya hasn't filled her in on the details. Still, he can indulge in that brief moment of seriousness before he continues.]

But we can afford to wait a little longer.

[Izaya had come over here, planning to take Namie's place, but he's not so sure he wants to, anymore. She's already more annoyed than he usually manages to get her. Why give up on that already? So he looks out over the beach, almost dreamy.]

So nice to have things cool down a little after summer, don't you think?

[moreperfectlove]

[She was -- and still is -- hoping to be relieved, but that's looking less likely. Not that she won't just walk out on him if she feels like it, but there's always some kind of method to his madness; plus, you know, he is her boss at the end of the day, albeit a shitty one. And even if he hasn't told her as much as she'd like to know (next to nothing, really), there's a tentative... not trust, really, but something that makes her willing to believe he hasn't pulled her into something too drastic. Mutual business agreement, rather.]

If you're this intent on enjoying the sunset, you could have brought an umbrella.

[Short, clipped answers. That's all you're getting in her current mood, Izaya. She does follow his gaze, though, if only so she's looking at something other than him.]

[hitorabu]

Hmmm? [An umbrella? What an odd idea!] I can't say I need one. It's a much better view this way.

[But where are his manners? Of course she's all wet, and cold, and all those terrible things! Only a really shitty boss would keep her here like that. And that thought is clearly just now occurring to Izaya.]

Ah - if you'd like to go home, feel free. There's really no need for the both of us to be here.

[The pause before he continues is very much measured, and he studies her from the corner of his eyes for the exact moment when she may get tempted to take him up on that offer.]

Though, considering the special guest we're awaiting... perhaps you'd rather stick around.

[Bluffing isn't something Izaya dabbles in, but whether he's serious or sarcastic is hard to tell as yet. One thing is certain: there's a good reason why he told Namie as little as he did.]

[moreperfectlove]

[She's only just started to shift her weight when he says that -- and in any other situation, she'd opt out without much thought. Considering the trouble she's been put through for this, though... well. An extra second can't hurt, although like hell she'll admit to even a shred of curiosity.]

Special enough to catch pneumonia over? I doubt it.

[...Still, she's hesitating and glancing his way again.]

[hitorabu]

Yes, you're probably right.

[Probably. Well, it's really no skin off his back if she does decide to leave; he can drop some hints the next morning just as easily.

Still... Izaya did come all the way out here, himself. He deserves a little something for that, too, doesn't he?]

I thought you might appreciate a little family reunion, that's all.

[moreperfectlove]

[Namie stiffens, and any anger she might feel at such a loss of face is disregarded entirely as she turns sharply towards him.

There's an instant's hesitation as she eyes him, gauging the odds of his lying to her -- but in the end, she bites.]

What's this deal about?

[So much for apathy.]

[hitorabu]

Oh, it's nothing out of the ordinary. Just some documents that may prove to be of use... You've seen more than your share yourself, I'm sure.

[Nothing quite this important - at least, Izaya's done his best to keep the truly important information away from Namie - but there's no reason to focus on details like that.]

But some people can acquire those more easily than others... especially with a certain name to back them up.

[moreperfectlove]

If that were true, you could've gone through me! [It's snapped with a record-breaking shift in her demeanor, and now she actually moves to stand directly in front of him. If he wants to stand up, he'll have to literally push past her.]

What's the exchange?

[hitorabu]

[That's more like it! He does get nostalgic about their first meeting, you know. The way she lost her temper and -...

Hah, okay, probably not nostalgic as such. But it entertained him all the same. He hired her for a reason! Several, actually, but this is certainly one of them - which is why he allows himself a short laugh.]

Always so helpful! But maybe I didn't want to risk losing my charming secretary just yet. You know how hard it is to find someone who can cook?

[As for the exchange, well... She's so patient; surely she doesn't mind waiting a little longer for the details.]

[moreperfectlove]

[This little shiiiit--

Well, since Izaya never minds invading other people's spaces, maybe he won't mind when she invades his, leaning over to grip the fence in one hand and putting them on eye-level -- well, almost eye-level. The fact that she stays about an inch higher than him may or may not be intentional (spoiler: it is).]

That's your way of saying you didn't trust me with it.

[It's an inquiry even if it's not said as a question -- and the skepticism laced around every word isn't betrayed, or even insulted. It's just that, skeptical, because what the hell would make him opt for Seiji, the bigger unknown variable? What kind of documents would require that risk?]

[hitorabu]

[He doesn't have a problem with her invading his space at all. His smile sharpens a bit, perhaps, keeping an eye on her to make sure that she doesn't actually attack him (well, he's prepared for that, too), but his posture remains relaxed in spite of how alert he is.]

Not at all. But some pawns are more easily sacrificed than others.

[As it happens, that's not even close to an accurate description of the situation - but it's not bad as far as general theories go, and if it serves to anger her more, so much the better.]

Namie-san, you should be glad that I don't want to get rid of you just yet.

[The friendliest boss... with the friendliest subtle threats.]

[moreperfectlove]

[Fortunately (for her, really), Namie's generally too composed to do something as rash as take a swing at someone, and at Izaya least of all, truth be told. She might not hold back verbally, but there's enough acknowledgement on her behalf -- acknowledgement. Not respect. -- to not do anything more than that. Not in this situation, at least, and especially when she doesn't know his game.

There's a pause where she doesn't budge; her expression is equally unmoved, not giving away whether that threat was the cause or not.

Finally, going back to a tone that's a little too hard to be her usual:]

...I asked for the exchange details.

[hitorabu]

Hmm, who can say...

[It's not easy to look past her, with how closely she's leaning in, but it's not impossible, and Izaya turns his head so he can do just that, staring into the rain-drenched distance. One way or another, the game will be over soon enough - but that just makes these moments even better. Revealing the truth will be amusing in its own right, but for now? Not yet.]

Maybe the payment is you.

[moreperfectlove]

[That disregard makes her eyes narrow even further -- but that suggestion just gets a harder stare as she tries to figure just which way he means that, if he means it at all.

She doesn't bite just yet, this time, although her pause might be telling in its own right.]

"Maybe?" Are riddles your thing now, or are you getting so unreliable that you can't give straight answers?

[hitorabu]

There's a difference between being able to and being willing to. You should know better than most that I don't make a habit of giving out answers for free.

[Especially not straight answers, even if he's dropped her a few of those over time, just to see where it would lead them. His tone is playfully chiding, much as one would address a naughty child, though he drops that particular attitude just as quickly as he continues. This game is meant to go a little further, after all.]

Would you mind, if it were true? You can always walk away, if you prefer...

[moreperfectlove]

[She's not even trying to curb her agitation at this point.]

I think you wouldn't have told me the truth if that were the case. Which I'm sure it isn't. [Because really, why... no. And what he says, that would you mind bit -- that's pushing her farther than she generally tolerates, even from him.]

I don't want maybes, I want the details.

[hitorabu]

Yet it seems you don't listen to those details, when they're given to you.

[The tiniest hint of seriousness, sharpness in his tone - just enough to hopefully rein her in a little. He wants to keep playing with her, a little longer. When he speaks again, his attitude is saccharine as always.]

I told you I can't bear to miss out on your cooking just yet.

[With the not-so-subtle digs out of the way, he adopts a more businesslike attitude again, just barely. Act or not, it almost certainly won't be much longer before their special guest arrives.]

It's a shame. He really wanted to have you for keeps. And I don't normally like to keep families apart [as if he cares about that, even a little] but... needs must.

[moreperfectlove]

[Another stiff pause--

--and then she abruptly straightens up again, pushing off the fence with a little more force than necessary. Despite that, though, she's smiling, and nothing about it seems forced.]

You act like you know him better than I do. You don't. [It's not said as an argument -- just as fact, a plain one that she's clearly proud of.] If that's the best you can come up with, I really am wasting my time here.

i hope you don't mind another izaya... i got 1-5-5

[valhallan]

[ childish as he might be at heart, Izaya wasn't quite to the point that he'd go visiting children's playgrounds by himself. be that as it may, there had been a "misunderstanding." or rather, there had been an encounter of the Shizu-chan variety that quickly led to his taking the high road.

...this is where he'd ended up, safe but soaked to the bone. the rain was not letting up and his hood was doing little to dispel the wetness coming down on him. at this point, his original intentions were unsalvageable. calling Namie was the only option, though he's far less pleased with the circumstances than he might appear. as for said appearance, there's a big, goofy smile on his face when she drives up nonetheless. he waves her over. ]

Yo, Namie-san! So sorry for the inconvenience, but as you can see, there was a change in forecast.

never! although Namie does, ngl

[moreperfectlove]

[Namie's no more pleased by the circumstances than he is, although it's her typical annoyance over any genuine anger. Apparently chauffeur is getting added to her resume of odd jobs and experiences she's racking up while working for him.

She brings the car to a stop at the curb -- close enough to hear him as she cracks the window, but still far enough away that he'll have to walk a little more than is really convenient to get to her. Not to mention the passenger's door is on the opposite side he's on. So sorry.]

What kind of information broker can't at least keep up with the weather?