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Post by avisis on Oct 22, 2011 0:39:33 GMT -5
He didn't plan to stay out.
This was supposed to be a grocery run. And it has been, sort of; he's got a bag over his arm, at least. Mind, the bag doesn't have groceries in it, but it's the results of shopping, so that sort of counts, right? He needs to stop in another store, but he's really not feeling browsing under the broad fluorescent bulbs, pushing past the tired lonely people. It's not been a bad day to be in Sternbild, but it's been a bad day to be Ivan Karelin.
He's got his head down, so the bump into a taller, older man is hardly surprising. He's already throwing out apologies as he bows, not wanting, really, to even expend the energy of lifting his head to see who he's bumped into. When he does, he's more than a little embarrassed to see the "older man" was actually a taller grandmother. More apologies spilling out profusely, he regains his balance and hurries off, still mumbling apologies. He's not sure who he's apologizing to. Maybe himself.
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Post by gryfeathr on Oct 22, 2011 1:26:18 GMT -5
Unlike some people who would remain unnamed, but lived alone and often forgot about essentials like eating and sleeping, Kotetsu regularly walked the town for various essentials. Usually rice, onions, oil, and other essentials for making the fried rice he preferred. Other essentials would make it into his bags too; house cleaning supplies, bathroom essentials, and the general detritus of living alone in a relatively large apartment. A white plastic bag dangled over his shoulder from his fingers as he walked along, watching the crowd pass. He liked to take his time sometimes and just soak up the atmosphere of the city he'd been protecting for going on ten years now, a secret tucked in among the moving bodies.
No one knew who he was, and sometimes he got a kick out of that secret.
He's walking the other way on the street when a commotion catches his eye. The sound of an old woman perks up his ear and his easy stride slows. Huh, did some idiot kid knock into her? He swings between the foot traffic to head across the street, scanning the crowd for the little punk who--
--woah, woah, woah! He knew those hunched shoulders! Curiousity stretches out his legs, cutting through the flow of pedestrians with some sincere apologies as he jostled three people and nearly caused a disasterous present spill. He had to pause to hurriedly right the packages, before he started after him again.
Ivan looked depressing enough that even he felt sort of blue looking at him.
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Post by avisis on Oct 24, 2011 16:21:08 GMT -5
The sounds of commotion behind him make Ivan wince, shoulders jerking up, as if he can hide turtle-like in his oversized jacket; years of demanding directors and pressing screen editors have instilled him with an impressive automatic response of guilt to whatever just went wrong, regardless of how close he was to the epicenter of the screw-up.
His brain re-corrects---just someone being clumsy---and he pulls his head up, walking a little faster. Maybe he'll stop in a cafe, get something to drink. Maybe that will make today feel better.
His head droops, subconsciously, a little lower. No, it won't.
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Post by gryfeathr on Oct 26, 2011 10:57:02 GMT -5
Oh, just look at that kid. Ivan looked like someone had stepped all over him right into the pavement, hunching down against the jostling traffic. Kotetsu slid around a large man distracted by his cell phone, jogged a few steps, and side-stepped up and to the side of the kid.
His hands rocked into his pockets, and he sported a grin. "Hey! Ivan!"
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Post by avisis on Nov 3, 2011 18:50:56 GMT -5
"Eep!" He snaps upright, posture straightening, hands yanking out of his pockets. "Tiger-san! H-hello!" He jerks out a quick bow. "Hi!"
Oh hell, oh hell oh hell. Why is he here? What's wrong?!
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Post by gryfeathr on Nov 3, 2011 19:53:07 GMT -5
"Woah, woah, woah! Sshhh!" Kotetsu's hands startled out of his pockets like birds, and he leaned in with a finger to his lips. "I'm not in costume right now, it's just Kotetsu! Right, Ivan-kun?"
He winked at him, grinning.
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Post by avisis on Nov 3, 2011 22:14:42 GMT -5
A flush blankets the younger hero's face. How could he make such a stupid, such an amateur mistake? He furrows his hands into his pockets and nods quickly. "Y-yes, Kotetsu." Oh, hell, how could he screw up so badly? Today is just not his day.
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Post by gryfeathr on Nov 3, 2011 22:56:44 GMT -5
"There we go!" Kotetsu clapped a hand on the younger man's shoulder, grin turned back up to the usual blinding wattage. "Hey, where were you going?" He glances down at the bags in Ivan's hands, leaning down to pluck at the side of one to read the name of the store. "Oh! Doing errands?"
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Post by avisis on Nov 4, 2011 21:51:02 GMT -5
It's a cheap brand name: a five-and-dime store, close to home and not completely shitty (usually.) Inside is a desk lamp and a little tin lunchbox. Ivan pulls the bag closer to himself, defensively. "Y-yeah," he mumbles. "Just errands. I need groceries?..."
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Post by gryfeathr on Jan 9, 2012 13:31:19 GMT -5
"Ohh, I see, I see." Kotetsu nods knowingly, hand to chin. "I guess you are old enough to be living on your own, aren't you. I was out to do some errands myself, mind if I join you?"
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