AtlannianSpy
Alarmed and Strangerous
Naoya Fuyuzumi
A nose breaking makes a very particular sort of sound, a kind of wet crunching a bit like stomping on a juice carton that still has some juice left in it. Naoya was pretty familiar with the sound but the guy he hit wasn't judging by the way he gasped and landed on his ass, clutching at his face as blood leaked out between his fingers.
"YOU- YOU FROKE BY BOSE YOU FHUNOVABITCH!" The other teen gasped, with a look of indignation. Naoya frowned.
"Look asshole you were the one who wanted to fight," said Nayo bemusedly. From the looks of him this guy was used to picking fights with people who didn't fight back: he was big and had some muscle but his punches were wild haymakers that Naoya had been able to slip under easily and bop him lightly on the nose. Well, sorta lightly.
"FUG YOU!" Shouted the guy on the ground, trying to scramble ungracefully to his feet. "ME AN MAH BUDDIES ARE GONNA FUG YOU UP! GUYS OVER HERE!"
"Yeah, yeah, get in line," Nayoa said dismissively, before glancing in the direction the guy was gesturing to see a pack of three more thuggish looking teenagers sauntering towards.
Shit Naoya thought as he broke into a sprint, eliciting angry yells and the sound of running feet from the punks behind him. Ordinarily Naoya would have tried his luck: three guys was probably pushing his luck a bit but if they all fought like the last guy Naoya liked his odds of at least doing enough damage to scare them off. Tonight was a little different though, Naoya had an interview to get to and he was already running late, turning up all messed up from fighting was probably a bad move. Discretion would have to be the better form of valour tonight.
Naoya was running at a pretty good pace, so he was surprised to find that the voices behind him seemed to getting closer not further away so he chanced a glance over his shoulder and cursed at what he saw. Two of the punks had procured bikes from somewhere, probably the rack they had just passed. Now they were gaining on him with loud jeers. Naoya picked up his pace and put a little more distance between them over the course of the next two blocks, but he could feel his legs starting to ache and his breathing become irregular, he probably couldn't keep this up long enough to lose his pursuers.
"Hey kid! Over here!" Called a voice from somewhere up ahead and Naoya's eyes widened as a door in one of the buildings up ahead suddenly swung open invitingly. Not seeing any better options Naoya shrugged mentally and halted abruptly, skidding on his heels to turn and nearly dive through the open door before slamming it shut and pressing his back against it.
"Tha-Thanks-" Nayo muttered breathlessly as he bent over with his hands on his knees to catch his breath.
"You gotta work on that cardio kid," said the voice from before. It was certainly masculine, with a slighly gravelly quality, definitely an older man and maybe a smoker. "Nicer right though,"
"Yeah I'm not really used to running," said Naoya, his breathing slowly returning to normal. "Normally I'd just take 'em on but I have a thing tonight,"
"Oho, this 'thing wouldn't happen to be at the Rest for the Wicked cafe would it? If it is then we're going the same direction? Wanna travel together?"
"Uhhh sure," Naoya said, figuring he'd be better off with another witness if those punks showed up again. The teenager straightened up and looked around the empty room confused. THe voice had sounded pretty close by but he couldn't see anyone...
"Down here kid," said the voice, from Naoya's left. Naoya turned and looked down and his jaw dropped "WHAT THE F-"
"-ar from here, just round the corner."
"Huh?" Naoya blinked and adjusted the load under his arm. He was seriously starting to regret his decision to tag along with this guy. Not only was Naoya stuck carrying the load his travelling companion didn't know how to shut up. As a consequence Naoya had been tuning out the voice as it nattered on but it sounded like he had missed something.
"I said we're almost there! Jeez kid you gotta learn how to listen if you wanna do well in this gig!" said the voice indiginantly.
"About that---" Naoya said hesitantly. "Could you run the whole thing by me again? I'm not sure I really-"
"I don't have time fore that!" The voice said impatiently. "Let's just head in and I'll explain it to everyone all at once,"
Nayoa sighed. "Whatever," he said as the cafe came into view. It was an older, brick building but Naoya had to admit it looked better than it normally did with its lights on and people moving about inside and taking up the normally empty booths. There was some kind of music leaking out from the cafe but it was mostly drowned out by the sound of chattering voices from inside. "Sounds kinda rowdy in there, are those all applicants?" Naoya asked as he made his way up to the door and fumbled with the handle to open it without dropping his burden.
"Yeah they seem like a pretty good bunch," said the voice cheerily, then as Naoya entered the cafe the voice cleared its throat and then spoke loudly to address everyone. "Okaaaaay! All you folks here for the interview? Why don't we all say our names and something about ourselves uhhh your perfect Sunday or somethin like that. After that we can do questions and all that yada yada stuff. Oh I'm Tarozaki by the way and my perfect Sunday involves a hammock; a beach; something fruity served in a coconut and lots pretty ladies in bikinis, nice to meetcha's"
To the people already in the cafe the scene would look something like this: A moody looking teenager with what appeared to be a shiba inu in a Hawaiian shirt and sunglasses t tucked under his arm would push his way into the cafe and then the whole room would be addressed. There was one odd detail to the whole arrangement though: The teenager's mouth was clasped shut and the dog appeared to be talking. In response to whatever looks he received from the audience the teenager shrugged. He was just as confused as they were.
A nose breaking makes a very particular sort of sound, a kind of wet crunching a bit like stomping on a juice carton that still has some juice left in it. Naoya was pretty familiar with the sound but the guy he hit wasn't judging by the way he gasped and landed on his ass, clutching at his face as blood leaked out between his fingers.
"YOU- YOU FROKE BY BOSE YOU FHUNOVABITCH!" The other teen gasped, with a look of indignation. Naoya frowned.
"Look asshole you were the one who wanted to fight," said Nayo bemusedly. From the looks of him this guy was used to picking fights with people who didn't fight back: he was big and had some muscle but his punches were wild haymakers that Naoya had been able to slip under easily and bop him lightly on the nose. Well, sorta lightly.
"FUG YOU!" Shouted the guy on the ground, trying to scramble ungracefully to his feet. "ME AN MAH BUDDIES ARE GONNA FUG YOU UP! GUYS OVER HERE!"
"Yeah, yeah, get in line," Nayoa said dismissively, before glancing in the direction the guy was gesturing to see a pack of three more thuggish looking teenagers sauntering towards.
Shit Naoya thought as he broke into a sprint, eliciting angry yells and the sound of running feet from the punks behind him. Ordinarily Naoya would have tried his luck: three guys was probably pushing his luck a bit but if they all fought like the last guy Naoya liked his odds of at least doing enough damage to scare them off. Tonight was a little different though, Naoya had an interview to get to and he was already running late, turning up all messed up from fighting was probably a bad move. Discretion would have to be the better form of valour tonight.
Naoya was running at a pretty good pace, so he was surprised to find that the voices behind him seemed to getting closer not further away so he chanced a glance over his shoulder and cursed at what he saw. Two of the punks had procured bikes from somewhere, probably the rack they had just passed. Now they were gaining on him with loud jeers. Naoya picked up his pace and put a little more distance between them over the course of the next two blocks, but he could feel his legs starting to ache and his breathing become irregular, he probably couldn't keep this up long enough to lose his pursuers.
"Hey kid! Over here!" Called a voice from somewhere up ahead and Naoya's eyes widened as a door in one of the buildings up ahead suddenly swung open invitingly. Not seeing any better options Naoya shrugged mentally and halted abruptly, skidding on his heels to turn and nearly dive through the open door before slamming it shut and pressing his back against it.
"Tha-Thanks-" Nayo muttered breathlessly as he bent over with his hands on his knees to catch his breath.
"You gotta work on that cardio kid," said the voice from before. It was certainly masculine, with a slighly gravelly quality, definitely an older man and maybe a smoker. "Nicer right though,"
"Yeah I'm not really used to running," said Naoya, his breathing slowly returning to normal. "Normally I'd just take 'em on but I have a thing tonight,"
"Oho, this 'thing wouldn't happen to be at the Rest for the Wicked cafe would it? If it is then we're going the same direction? Wanna travel together?"
"Uhhh sure," Naoya said, figuring he'd be better off with another witness if those punks showed up again. The teenager straightened up and looked around the empty room confused. THe voice had sounded pretty close by but he couldn't see anyone...
"Down here kid," said the voice, from Naoya's left. Naoya turned and looked down and his jaw dropped "WHAT THE F-"
"-ar from here, just round the corner."
"Huh?" Naoya blinked and adjusted the load under his arm. He was seriously starting to regret his decision to tag along with this guy. Not only was Naoya stuck carrying the load his travelling companion didn't know how to shut up. As a consequence Naoya had been tuning out the voice as it nattered on but it sounded like he had missed something.
"I said we're almost there! Jeez kid you gotta learn how to listen if you wanna do well in this gig!" said the voice indiginantly.
"About that---" Naoya said hesitantly. "Could you run the whole thing by me again? I'm not sure I really-"
"I don't have time fore that!" The voice said impatiently. "Let's just head in and I'll explain it to everyone all at once,"
Nayoa sighed. "Whatever," he said as the cafe came into view. It was an older, brick building but Naoya had to admit it looked better than it normally did with its lights on and people moving about inside and taking up the normally empty booths. There was some kind of music leaking out from the cafe but it was mostly drowned out by the sound of chattering voices from inside. "Sounds kinda rowdy in there, are those all applicants?" Naoya asked as he made his way up to the door and fumbled with the handle to open it without dropping his burden.
"Yeah they seem like a pretty good bunch," said the voice cheerily, then as Naoya entered the cafe the voice cleared its throat and then spoke loudly to address everyone. "Okaaaaay! All you folks here for the interview? Why don't we all say our names and something about ourselves uhhh your perfect Sunday or somethin like that. After that we can do questions and all that yada yada stuff. Oh I'm Tarozaki by the way and my perfect Sunday involves a hammock; a beach; something fruity served in a coconut and lots pretty ladies in bikinis, nice to meetcha's"
To the people already in the cafe the scene would look something like this: A moody looking teenager with what appeared to be a shiba inu in a Hawaiian shirt and sunglasses t tucked under his arm would push his way into the cafe and then the whole room would be addressed. There was one odd detail to the whole arrangement though: The teenager's mouth was clasped shut and the dog appeared to be talking. In response to whatever looks he received from the audience the teenager shrugged. He was just as confused as they were.