Sept 22, 2024 19:42:03 GMT
Post by Vanessa Star on Sept 22, 2024 19:42:03 GMT
Shinjuku, a place for the animal underbelly of Japan. A place of things painted in a dark tone and neon lights. Tokyo was a dense urban jungle not unlike the old stomping grounds of Vanessa, a surprise immigrant. The night was as lively, if not livelier than the day. Shinjuku was full of bad deals and bitchin' crimes. The heroes hadn't tamed the underworld of villainy and that's what made the explosive rock-star able to disappear after being dumped off of one of those slow-swimming freights.
For the past few weeks, she's been calmer than she's ever been. Sure, she could make some things pop with pretty lights and let her worries wash away in the fireworks. In fact, she was itching to do that more than ever. There was nobody to run with, nobody to work for; she was an outsider. A foreigner who only knew some languages because of her childhood. That was a trap, but it would come in handy now that she was off the silver spoon.
Walking the streets, hands tucked in her coat and hood covering her face, she saw a frustrating attempt from some mechanics leaning against the edge of their bay door. They were cat-calling, disgusting. A few ladies just smiled and walked, but eventually someone who looked like a university student with a bit of weight on her received more gross attention than the others. They preyed on her assumed loneliness and Vanessa rolled her eyes.
She couldn't watch anymore, so she decided to step in. "Oi, fuckin' asshat. Step off, back in your little oily garage and stick it in some motor oil." Cursing back at her, he'd lift up a wrench that was nearby as the university girl used the opportunity to escape. Messily swinging, Vanessa dipped and socked the man to the ground. "Stay down, ugly creep. I'll be back if I catch you again."
Spitting on him, she would make good with her promise. The next day, she watch from across the street. One of these days, they'd get the attention of the wrong person. Fortunately for Vanessa, it wasn't just her that day they'd piss off.
Mira Kyō
For the past few weeks, she's been calmer than she's ever been. Sure, she could make some things pop with pretty lights and let her worries wash away in the fireworks. In fact, she was itching to do that more than ever. There was nobody to run with, nobody to work for; she was an outsider. A foreigner who only knew some languages because of her childhood. That was a trap, but it would come in handy now that she was off the silver spoon.
Walking the streets, hands tucked in her coat and hood covering her face, she saw a frustrating attempt from some mechanics leaning against the edge of their bay door. They were cat-calling, disgusting. A few ladies just smiled and walked, but eventually someone who looked like a university student with a bit of weight on her received more gross attention than the others. They preyed on her assumed loneliness and Vanessa rolled her eyes.
She couldn't watch anymore, so she decided to step in. "Oi, fuckin' asshat. Step off, back in your little oily garage and stick it in some motor oil." Cursing back at her, he'd lift up a wrench that was nearby as the university girl used the opportunity to escape. Messily swinging, Vanessa dipped and socked the man to the ground. "Stay down, ugly creep. I'll be back if I catch you again."
Spitting on him, she would make good with her promise. The next day, she watch from across the street. One of these days, they'd get the attention of the wrong person. Fortunately for Vanessa, it wasn't just her that day they'd piss off.
Mira Kyō
