down the line [ JING ]

[RILEY KROSS]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style,background-color: #FDFDFD;] ■ IT HAD BEEN AN EXTREMELY LONG DAY, each hour having seemed to take days. it had all started very early in the day, around six o'clock in the morning. she'd been roused from her sleep and all but ordered to get up and ready. she'd done so, of course, though quite reluctantly. after having taken care of everything in a timely fashion and making it to her father's office with time to spare, she immediately knew it would not be a fun day. not one bit. after having been assigned the task of entertaining the fifteen year old daughter of some business associate of some such , the bluenette had, quite literally so, been dragged all around the city. forced to dote on the girl, take here where she wanted, buy here whatever she liked. it was hell. not only did riley just generally not like this girl, she also wasn't fond of the looks they got as they walked along the streets. but maybe that had more to do with not liking this girl, as normally these looks didn't bother her at all. 'knowing' looks, 'you two are so cute together' comments. the digidestined found her patience wearing very, very thin. but she simply smiled, playing the role she'd been given like a proper heir. all the while eyeing every clock she could in the hopes that the day would finally end. alas, that only made it tick away even more slowly. but finally, after so many hours of walking about, she found herself standing at the station. "i had so much fun! oh i do hope we can do this again riley-kun!" riley had responded appropriately, "of course." but, oh, how she wished she could just tell the girl to get lost forever. "i'll come back very soon them! next week! oh, yes, next week will be perfect!" she'd left then, leaving riley standing on the platform. with no one there to please, she glared blankly, face a mask of displeasure and annoyance. next week would be hell, too, she decided. hell on earth. letting out an aggravated sigh, the bluenette moved her messenger more to her side and opened it up, pulling from it something small and black. the tiny digimon had been such a good boy, hanging out there inside of her bag without so much as a sound. riley held him in her arms as she turned towards the exit, wondering if she really wanted to go back to report that eveything had gone as planned. deciding quickly that she did not, she continued to stand there; looking down at her tiny companion. "sorry about all that. it must have been uncomfortable in there..." she said quietly, her native language rolling from her tongue much more smoothly than the forced and controlled japanese from before.

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[Jinguuji Kurisu]

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[cs=3] The inception of today’s journey started like it normal should. Wake up, check message board, maybe leave a message or two to San, then yoga while feeding the gluttonous baby, Kuramon. The little one was rather quiet, a bit too unsociable for Jinguuji’s taste. So the most logical move was to annoy it until it spoke and became comfortable speaking. Unfortunately the single piece of information giving to Jing this day made him sigh and hang his head in defeat. ”You a bum. Get a job and french-fries.”

[/b] Those cold words stung, ever so slightly, who knew such a tiny thingamabob could sting him so swiftly. After the silent air became fridget with cold shoulders, fox face slipped into clothing; purple shirt, black slacks and a backpack strapped to his chest where Kuramon resided. They then set out to scavenge for information and social linkage.

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”So how’s the fries?”[/b] inquired the man, speaking into the receiver of a pink cellphone. His tongue slithered out, gliding smoothly across his lips, cleaning the ketchup staining peachy lips. ”Mhm”[/b] Usually that sound meant a voice over the phone replied. On the contrary to common belief, the necessity of having a voice speak back wasn’t needed, especially since no one was really on the phone in the first place. He nodded his head as he felt a light nudging into his chest. Kuramon, or Peepi as he nicked him, enjoyed the potatoes and desired more.

Chuckling light heartedly, the silver haired man waddled his way towards a surprisingly empty bench, aiming to sit down. The pack would then be removed and sat between his legs on the hard surface. ”Guess, I’ll find a target for today.”[/b] He mumbled, hand digging in his bag for a fry to snack on. ”Ow! That was uncalled for…Heh.”[/b] Pulling his fingers back quickly, he scanned the pained area discovering teeth marks

Deciding to leave the violate digimon alone, Jing eased the dull sensation by sucking on his long finger, while observing the area. Shoulders slumped looking at the same boring crowd of busy ladies and gents. Second thoughts were budding in his head, maybe he should leave and do something more with his time. Like get a damn job. That was until spotting something that intrigued all interest. He couldn’t tell if it was because of the hat, which he adored right of the bat or the side of this persons face that compelled him to pick up his bag and move.

Closing the distance didn’t take much with his long legs, soon he drated straight forward at a brisk past, hand fishing in then out of his pocket for a phone. Seemingly his focus situated on the screen with fruit rising in the air, yet slowing down hadn’t been part of the on the fly plan. Soon he was going to – ”OOF! …crap…”[/b] collide right into the targeted person, phone crashing to the ground, separating into three pieces. ”Are you alright. I’m so so sorry.”[/b]

Yeah right.

(Orange color text = Jing
Crimson text = Peepi)

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[RILEY KROSS]

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[atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style,background-color: #FDFDFD;] ■ IT PROBABLY APPEARED VERY STRANGE, such a well dressed individual standing in the middle of the platform facing towards the exits. making no move to leave, no move to board. aggravated and annoyed, face contorted in a glare and scowl. and carrying what would appear to many as some small plush toy. that is, unless they knew of the digimon. many did, seeing as the arena battles were so popular. taking a deep breath, the bluenette allowed her features to relax back into a neutral face of indifference; wondering what she should do now that she was free of her escorting obligations. there were still a few around who had seen the exchange between herself and the insufferable blonde, they seemed to think that the little prince was upset at her leaving. that couldn't be farther from the truth though, as the little 'prince' thoroughly enjoyed that the girl was no longer dragging her around. what she was unhappy about was the chance that said blonde would be back in a weeks time. another deep breath had those thoughts washed away, as she looked once again at the creature in her arms. it still hadn't spoken a word and she was beginning to think it just couldn't talk in it's current form, though that brought up the question of when it's form would change. not that it mattered much. it was so much easier to carry him around when he was so small; and it was even easier to pretend it was some toy, since it wouldn't have been very hard to have something of this simplicity made. there was no telling what it would turn into, though she found herself pondering the possibilities. riley's thoughts were brought to a sudden halt; she took a few steps back, almost loosing her balance, as someone crashed into her. the hat she wore slipped from her head and the ball of black in her arms nearly toppled to the ground with it. a quite "oh," slipped passed her lips at she managed to keep herself on her feet, eyes landing on her hat upon the ground before taking in the cell phone pieces. she had little time to worry over the broken electronic device before her attention was pulled towards a purple shirt. she blinked twice before looking up completely, eyeing the man before her with a placid look on her face. his words registered in her head and she quickly looked away; face contorting in a mixture of surprise, embarrassment, and perhaps a bit of indignation. "i-i'm fine." she realized after the words had been spoken that she'd been speaking english and hurried to correct herself, "i'm fine." her eyes once again wondered to the ground, falling upon the broken cell phone, before she added somewhat quietly, "your phone's broken..."

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