News at 11
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gumi_reloadedDate: Tuesday February 7, 2060
Time: Mid-morning
Place: Sunshine Cafe, New Meiji lower district
Characters: Tsubame, Sanosuke, Eiji
It's not an uncommon thing for college students to be, at times, out of touch with what's going on in the outside world. There are times when schoolwork and socializing and school culture simply trump watching the news or catching a few headlines on the 'net. Tsubame has jokingly pointed out to friends that she gets most of her national news from sketch-comedy programs. And the local news? Well, that sometimes gets lost by the wayside of a student's life.
So when Tsubame stopped by the Sunshine Cafe for a cup of coffee on the way to class, broken windows and police tape was the last thing she'd expected. It looked like a bomb had gone off in the place. She craned her neck for a better look, but really there wasn't much to look at. Part of her very much wanted to hope that whatever happened, no one was hurt. A more realistic part knew that wasn't the case. But what about the people who worked there? The redhead who'd returned her book to her and walked her to class?
Tsubame stood in front of the diner a few moments more, knowing she needed to get to class, but not quite wanting to leave. She'd liked this place. She could have been there, with her coffee when this happened. It was a sobering thought. As soon as class was over, she decided, it was time to go online and check out the news. It wouldn't help what happened here, but at least she'd know what had happened. It felt...disrespectful to be so out of touch with a place she was beginning to think of as a regular haunt.
Time: Mid-morning
Place: Sunshine Cafe, New Meiji lower district
Characters: Tsubame, Sanosuke, Eiji
It's not an uncommon thing for college students to be, at times, out of touch with what's going on in the outside world. There are times when schoolwork and socializing and school culture simply trump watching the news or catching a few headlines on the 'net. Tsubame has jokingly pointed out to friends that she gets most of her national news from sketch-comedy programs. And the local news? Well, that sometimes gets lost by the wayside of a student's life.
So when Tsubame stopped by the Sunshine Cafe for a cup of coffee on the way to class, broken windows and police tape was the last thing she'd expected. It looked like a bomb had gone off in the place. She craned her neck for a better look, but really there wasn't much to look at. Part of her very much wanted to hope that whatever happened, no one was hurt. A more realistic part knew that wasn't the case. But what about the people who worked there? The redhead who'd returned her book to her and walked her to class?
Tsubame stood in front of the diner a few moments more, knowing she needed to get to class, but not quite wanting to leave. She'd liked this place. She could have been there, with her coffee when this happened. It was a sobering thought. As soon as class was over, she decided, it was time to go online and check out the news. It wouldn't help what happened here, but at least she'd know what had happened. It felt...disrespectful to be so out of touch with a place she was beginning to think of as a regular haunt.
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Date: 2012-04-23 04:54 am (UTC)This was a great way to get to know the different neighborhoods. Sano varied his pace, sometimes taking his time to enjoy the scenery as it passed by, other times hammering away at the pavement with a brisk sprint.
At the moment he was just jogging lazily, not paying too much attention to his surroundings, doing a lot of thinking about his current circumstances.
‘Whoa there’, he cautioned himself before he ran head first into a young girl, who was standing on the sidewalk in front of him, staring at something. Slowing his pace, he stopped moving forward, and jogged in place, greeting her, “Sorry Missy, almost didn’t see you there.”
He followed her gaze to the shell of what was once probably a greasy spoon. Now the place was surrounded by yellow tape, and looked as though it could have been a victim of one of his special ops hits.
Brushing his hair way from his face, he blew out a breath of surprise before commenting, “Is this a war-zone or what…”