[ the evening downpour comes so suddenly, hardly anyone has any time to run for cover. fortunately most are not new to the day's odd weather patterns and have come prepared, but the fair few who were none the wiser (or, like ruiji's case, had no means to prepare) get drenched in seconds. he hides under the leather jacket that had been a hand-me-down from his dad, using it as a semi-shield over his head as he jogs towards the nearest store awning—
only to be shooed away from it by a disgruntled and wary shop owner two minutes later.
soaked and grumpy now, ruiji wanders down the streets of the town, trying to stick as close to the buildings as possible, before finally finding himself some shelter... which just so happens to be the same tree you're hiding under.
he scowls (though he's got somewhat of a perpetual scowl) and folds his arms across his chest, trying to stave off the cold. ]
What're you looking at?
ii. wall flower
[ amidst all the flowers and pastels of spring, ruiji sticks out like a rotten, sore thumb. it's half why he's sticking along the outskirts of park, hanging back while the spring festivities take place. (the other half of the reason being there's no reason a member of the [IDK, WHATEVER THE GANG'S NAME IS] gang would ever set foot in a city-wide activity like this... unless it were to cause trouble.
but ruiji isn't here for trouble. surprisingly.
in fact, he seems to be doing his best to appear as inexplicable as possible... even in those scuffed-up jeans of his, and that distinct black leather jacket. but despite his height, he appears to be trying to make himself as small as possible, slinking into the shadows of a nearby stall while his beady eyes scan over the festivities... quietly admiring the arrangements of flowers.
—waitaminute he's not planning on stealing them, is he?!
nearby, the owner of that stall keeps sending ruiji half-annoyed, half-uneasy looks. he really wants ruiji to bug off so that people will actually want to approach his stall and buy something, but he clearly doesn't think talking to ruiji would be a good idea. maybe you can help him? or maybe you can just call ruiji out for being a creep, period. ]
iv. public service
[ the incessant chirping hasn't stopped for hours. it's nearly twelve at this point, and ruiji thinks he's just about ready to lose his mind. he was finally able to coerce (read: beat) the necessary solution out of somebody, and if he were in a better state of mind he would have probably taken the time to realize that such a "solution" hardly seemed realistic at all... but at this point he's willing to try anything.
now all he has to do is find someone with a phone.
and then make them give it to him.
even in his aggravated craze, he tries to single someone out who looks like they could probably buy a new phone two seconds later without any problem, but it's not entirely unlikely his judgment falls by the wayside and he picks someone that doesn't fit that description instead.
whoever it is, he corners them easily, slamming a hand right by their head against the wall to practically pin them against it. he leans in low, making good use of his towering height, his low voice, those demon-like eyes. ]
Your phone, [ he says, voice strained against the chirping he can't stop hearing. ] Give it to me.
bonus: wildcard!
[ feel free to see ruiji anywhere around town, causing trouble or not! if you'd like to plot something out, you can PM this journal or respond to the workshop comment. c: ]
chigira ruiji | kimi ni koishitei desu ka?
i. rainy day man
only to be shooed away from it by a disgruntled and wary shop owner two minutes later.
soaked and grumpy now, ruiji wanders down the streets of the town, trying to stick as close to the buildings as possible, before finally finding himself some shelter... which just so happens to be the same tree you're hiding under.
he scowls (though he's got somewhat of a perpetual scowl) and folds his arms across his chest, trying to stave off the cold. ]
What're you looking at?
ii. wall flower
but ruiji isn't here for trouble. surprisingly.
in fact, he seems to be doing his best to appear as inexplicable as possible... even in those scuffed-up jeans of his, and that distinct black leather jacket. but despite his height, he appears to be trying to make himself as small as possible, slinking into the shadows of a nearby stall while his beady eyes scan over the festivities... quietly admiring the arrangements of flowers.
—waitaminute he's not planning on stealing them, is he?!
nearby, the owner of that stall keeps sending ruiji half-annoyed, half-uneasy looks. he really wants ruiji to bug off so that people will actually want to approach his stall and buy something, but he clearly doesn't think talking to ruiji would be a good idea. maybe you can help him? or maybe you can just call ruiji out for being a creep, period. ]
iv. public service
now all he has to do is find someone with a phone.
and then make them give it to him.
even in his aggravated craze, he tries to single someone out who looks like they could probably buy a new phone two seconds later without any problem, but it's not entirely unlikely his judgment falls by the wayside and he picks someone that doesn't fit that description instead.
whoever it is, he corners them easily, slamming a hand right by their head against the wall to practically pin them against it. he leans in low, making good use of his towering height, his low voice, those demon-like eyes. ]
Your phone, [ he says, voice strained against the chirping he can't stop hearing. ] Give it to me.
bonus: wildcard!