[Jackie Maradona]

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[attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ Though ambition led her life, the vigilante could not live by drive and drive alone; no, regardless of the will or the strength thereof, humans need enrichment beyond that found by endlessly pursuing the same goal. The great high and falls of such aspiration, whilst worthwhile in the greater picture, fulfilled not the plight of a person. To satiate life beyond that brought the vigilante — no, the civilian — Jackie to a place she'd never expected of herself. Well, perhaps not "never." An unfortunate fault of her residency came in the restaurant-shaped hole in her heart, as she was left without the locals she'd grown fond of. Attached? Maybe attached. She wouldn't prefer to use the term, though. Point being, the evident lack of familiarity that surrounded her brought out an ever-still-present phase of exploration and experimentation. Even despite her thus lived term of five years. No, she doubted she could ever truly feel at home in Japan, regardless of its marvels. Even still, she sought acquaintance in the foreign land. Smoothies, in this case — not wholly new to her, so a start. One might call it desperation — she'd prefer the term "open to new options" — but, for all she knew, she may stumble upon a business worth wasting money on... By buying its likely over-priced products. The further she stayed in Japan, the further she grimaced at its pricing. The place she'd taken to was a street-side establishment nudged along the wall of a fairly populated alleyway — another oddity of the Japanese, though one Jackie preferred to note as "brilliant." The midday sun bore down on the middle of the alley while the protruding roofs shaded shoppers and some pedestrians; Jackie placed herself in the former, a patient customer awaiting their opportunity to order. She'd made space to her right for whoever was to line up next, though her courtesy now found itself distracted from. "Ya could go to a burger place." The little, immutable voice in Jackie's head always found itself making small talk — could it be called "talking" if it took place in her mind? — when she'd just grown comfortable with silence. "I don't want a burger. For now." Though useful in its sentience, more often than not, her quirk made its presence an unbearable annoyance, one that chimed in at just the most aggravating times possible. It was like its talent. "Well ya want SOMETHIN' new, so how's 'bout new kinda burger? Shibuya's sure to have somethin'." She directed her gaze upward, trying to distract herself with the protrusion shading her. What an attention-grabbing, distracting piece, yes. "Burgers aren't new." "And smoothies are?" A quiet scoff came from her before she verbalized in a whisper, "Newer than burgers." ...Perhaps an odd thing to say, waiting in line with others anticipating smoothies. ✉ tag -- chihiro ✎ 465 words ※ An odd thing to say.

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[chihiro]

[attr="class","bmsk"] of palm trees and power lines Things as they were weren't going to last if Chichi didn't do something about it in the future. She wasn't exactly bleeding funds, but she wasn't making anything, either. Her sister had a better handle on how things worked on the outside, but she was still learning. Of her allowance, she had already burned through most of it and she still didn't have all the tools she'd need to do all the crafts she wanted to do, let alone materials. She'd have to figure out a way to get the funds to support her need to craft. Whiiiich was easier said than done. She always had everything at her fingertips, and now...well, it was a wakeup call. She couldn't help going to the smoothie place. She couldn't help getting in line. She had developed this bad habit because Tokyo stressed her out and her anxiety was hard to handle, and the best way she knew to handle that was to get a smoothie. Maybe her sister could help? Maybe she knew a place that she could work and expand her craft and- She blinked. Turning to the tanned goddess standing in line, she tilted her head. What in the world was she talking about? 'Newer than burgers'? "U-uh...burgers aren't new," she says, her voice coming in low and barely audible. She wasn't trying to engage, but it was so odd to not remark on it. Jackie Maradona

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[Jackie Maradona]

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[attr="class","jikan"] [attr="class","hiraeth"]私は世界を変えたい

[attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ Even if for a moment of time, a brief gap no more than a few seconds long, both Jackie's inattentive remark and her observer's murmured bemusement left the former stunned into silence. Was it embarrassment? Perhaps; what had been intended as a thought now became a vexing mark left in her immediate vicinity, most namely to the one who questioned her. Could it also be exasperation? Certainly, especially with Pundit's incessant irritation all hours of the day. Could it have been due to a lack of social interactions beyond vigilantism? ...She'd choose to shelve the thought, if because she didn't yet wish to delve into it. Eventually, though, as the moment passed in stunted silence, Jackie rubbed her eyes with forefinger and thumb. The hand closest to Chihiro — the one absent of Jackie's frustration — raised a finger, asking the stranger to hold their judgment for at least a breath. "That wa' meant to 'tay in my 'ead," the Argentine admitted, turning her face away from the one whose presence she'd caged herself with. Though the lock would be released once her order was made, the excruciating silence left till then couldn't be bared. "I am so sorry, I don't know why I said that." Her gaze didn't fully match Chihiro's, averting it as the most notable sign of her discomfort; the rest of her face seemed to maintain a general placidity, as though only Jackie's vision yet realized her antics. "You know exactly why ya said that." "And shou want me to say the quiet part out loud, pelotu'o?" More so than the social cell she'd locked herself in, Jackie couldn't bear to have a stranger left with such a memory of her; in a moment of impulse, one she couldn't explain, she continued, "If shou would promise to forget that I said that, I will... I will pay for shour smoothie?" It was a response, she supposed. Not a terrible one either. Though, if she had wanted to crawl out of her embarrassment, bribery was perhaps a poor choice. "Real fuckin' smooth move, ya idiot." "SHOU don't get to 'peak." "Ju't," she inhaled, "I, eh... I'm Jackie, by the way. Jackie Maradona." She'd direct attention away from her stumbling one way or another. If she could just get past her ineptitude, she could remember this experience as something mostly positive. "It's nice to meet shou, miss...?" ✉ tag -- chihiro ✎ 397 words ※ Move on, move on!

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[chihiro]

[attr="class","bmsk"] of palm trees and power lines What a strange person! And what she was saying wasn't making much sense either. If she meant to say it in her head, then why didn't she not know why she said that? What sort of weird train of thought was she on? To make matters worse, Chichi actually understood the random tangents and rails that one could go off of when submersed in thought. What Jackie offered her next caused whatever anxiety she had to go away, lighting up as she took in a deep breath. "Really?! I will love you forever!" As she was tight on cash any offer for free food or drink was going to be readily accepted. It was a little scummy and went against what she was taught, but she also wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. All she had to do was ignore the weird comment. Which was going to be tricky. But she could try, right? "Chihiro!" She says, offering Jackie a bow. "Chihiro Mitsuba! I'm new to Tokyo." She'd extend back up, tilting her head. "Are you also new? You don't sound like everyone else I've run into." Jackie Maradona

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[Jackie Maradona]

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[attr="class","jikan"] [attr="class","hiraeth"]私は世界を変えたい

[attr="class","achee"] [attr="class","castleonthehill"] ❝ As a new ray of sunshine was born right before her eyes, Jackie could do nothing but recoil (even if it only registered as a momentary flinch). To watch a switch flip in real-time, with a catalyst as menial as an offer of payola, was surely one thus unknown to her, even if she herself presented in two distinct manners when times arose. At the very least, no one ever saw both of hers. Regardless of oddity — something the two both shared, as odd as it was to the Argentine — Jackie pressed on with her decision, preferring to commit than back out now. "Well, 'love' might be a strong choi'e of words," she'd caution, raising her hands parallel to her chest. Jackie was one full of love to give — she always has, as far as she could recall — but neither a stranger nor coincidence made it so easily dispensed. Was she overcomplicating the thought? Maybe. Japanese was an odd language, after all, with numerous words with numerous connotations for similar ideas. "Stop thinkin' too much; yer bein' noisy fer me." "Oh, I'M being noi'y? "Least I'm concise." "Incessant's mo'e like it." Directing focus back to Chihiro (and away from her nuisance), Jackie shook her head. Though she'd lived in Japan for a number of years by this point, neither Japan nor this corner of the globe felt like home. The weather, the people, the culture — all of it still foreign, even when she understood the language and lived amongst them. Neither principles nor normalcy were like her own, and she grew weary walking these streets in isolation. "I moved to Japan a few year' a'o. It's, eh... Well, it's a change." Would she call it a good one?... She didn't know. Whether or not it was, she missed home. "I'm from Argentina. Bueno' Aire', Argentina, if shou we'e cu'ious. A'e shou from outside Japan, or ju't not been in Tokyo?" ✉ tag -- chihiro ✎ 320 words ※ Where ya from stranger?

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[chihiro]

[attr="class","bmsk"] of palm trees and power lines The love comment went unresolved, but it was because Chichi had other things to latch onto. Namely... "Argentina?" Chihiro took the time to pronounce it out. It was unfamiliar in her mouth, but she knew of the country. "That's in the Americas, right? Uh, southern part? Wow, you're a long way from home...why are you out here?" She wasn't trying to be rude, and her expression mirrored this. She was just insanely curious. "And, uh...I'm actually from the other side of Honshu. I recently moved here to Tokyo, and this place is...well, big. Lot bigger than my small community, haha..." You would think she would have some sort of accent, but it was incredibly proper Japanese. Jackie Maradona

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