thread roulette ( hanako and lorelei )

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Hanako Ikezawa is just trying to buy something, and Lorelei Ackermann is the one around to help her. lorelei starts.

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[Lorelei Ackermann]

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Despite a lack of experience with anything remotely similar to a job interview – the only other “job” she'd ever had in her life had been awarded to her only because of her heinous father and an equally heinous woman who had known him earlier in life – she'd breezed through the application and interviewing process of the nearest bookstore based on her speaking abilities alone. People tended to assume that those who spoke with eloquence had the intelligence to match in any given area. It didn't matter that she'd had to have another citizen of the island write the words on her paper for her through intimidation tactics (writing it out herself would have been a nightmare, considering her inability to read and write), nor did it matter that she'd been stiffer than a log of wood when she'd come to talk to them face to face. Her employers were desperate – and, while she would never admit it, so, too, was she – and it had ultimately landed her a place of work in retail. A step down from mass genocide, certainly, but there were steps one had to take to atone for past crimes, and leading a humble life was most certainly one of them... probably.[break][break]

Easy sliding into the job or otherwise, though, that didn't make her performance during the job any larger a feat. In fact, if most were to be quite honest, she was terrible at it. That aforementioned lack of ability to read made pointing people in the direction of the correct areas in the stories a chore and reading back money amounts a nightmare, she had a tenancy to snap at any and all that so much as shot her a wrong look, and her downtime was spent leafing through picture and history books for the images alone. Had it not been for the amount of labor she actually put in and her friendship with her superior, she probably wouldn't have even had a job here at all after the first few days. Whoever had put her out on the floor clearly lacked an understanding of her... inabilities, but who was she to complain? All she'd ever been in her life was a dog taking orders from someone else; if there was anyone to blame in the end, it was the person calling for her shots.[break][break]

The first unlucky customer of the day appeared to be a girl, approximately of schooling age, with hair of similar length and color to her own. Context clues were lost on Lorelei, regrettably. It didn't matter whether or not the stranger looked lost; all that mattered was that she was on the floor, and she, herself, had been ordered to offer aid whenever she could. “You there,” she barked with all of the force of a military commander demanding the attention of his troops, “girl. Cease wandering around aimlessly and tell me what it is you seek.”

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Hanako Ikezawa, how convenient, dei and i planned that lorelei and emilio worked together at a bookstore; perfect for meeting someone who likes to read. also, i'm probably gonna try to aim for shorter post counts/quicker posting habits for this, but we'll see how long that lasts. c':

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[attr="class,"oppost"]Whilst browsing the shelves of a library or bookstore was sometimes rewarding in and of itself, Hanako wasn't simply browsing the shelves, hoping to find some new or unknown author. And also trying not to think too hard about how language worked on this island; best to just leave it as one of those mysteries, and be grateful she could still read, write, and communicate.

Her searching and wondering was interrupted by a harsh voice.
"S-sorry!" It was said by reflex, though Hanako did spare a look around her, to make sure she wasn't simply being caught in the crossfire between the clerk and someone else. Though, really, what kind of clerk spoke like that...? Maybe whatever societies people came from didn't have those basic assumptions about politeness.

Unfortunately for Hanako, it quickly dawned on her that she was being spoken to. Whoever this clerk was, she seemed, simply put, scary. Hanako's fear was plainly written on her withdrawn body language, and her nervous eyeing of the exit. As well as her inability to look directly at the woman addressing her.

Remembering the woman's tone, Hanako gathered her thoughts as quickly as she could, though she still left an uncomfortable pause. "I'm l-looking..." She swallowed, throat suddenly dry. "L-looking f-for... a-a... good l-local hi-history b-book." Her halting and stammering was worse than usual, and her breathing was becoming increasingly rapid. She was fighting against it, but panic was preying on her nerves.

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Notes: Sometimes shorter is better! Let's hope Lorelei doesn't make Hanako run away too quickly.

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It came as little surprise to the woman that the girl before her reacted as though struck, and only by a single command. While she, personally, could not see why so many people seemed intimidated by her standard of conversation – she wasn't after anyone's head anymore, after all, so there should have been no reason to fear – most still treated her in much the same way as they had prior to the fall of her empire. Well, albeit with a great deal less anger. At least here, her prior crimes against humanity weren't laid out so bare so as to let anyone see and judge. (As if they had any right to, coming from a place of little to no understanding; but she wasn't here to justify actions she held regrets for, and she wasn't going to let the thought distract her from her current mission of aiding in this girl's quest to find... well, whatever it was that she was aiming to find.) Still, understanding did not equate to patience. As the younger of the two glanced rapidly between her own intimidating form and the exit of the establishment, notably silent, Lorelei found irritation bubbling deep within her core. Being a touch off put by her booming voice was one thing, but to make her wait after making her aim to please so clear was simply the result of a lack of manners, some that she was considering beating into the bookworm in question if her demands were not complied with in a timely manner. In fact, she was just about to make good on that silent threat when finally, finally, words not her own were tossed into the air between them. “I'm l-looking... L-looking f-for... a-a... good l-local hi-history b-book.”[break][break]

A local history book, she said? While it would be a grave overestimate to claim that she'd asked many customers what it was they sought in terms of genre, she could still say with complete honesty that, of the handful, this was the first she'd heard of someone wishing to read up on the past events of the island they'd all found themselves tragically trapped on. If she were to craft assumptions, they'd largely be that most had no interest in the past of a place they held no love for, still caught up in their infantile ideas of being able to make it back home. Her own knowledge of Tomodachi's background was lacking, to put it humbly, but one thing she knew for certain was this: No citizen had ever left the island once they'd been summoned there. This place, with its too-clear skies and deceptively clean shores would ultimately be their grave. “Do not stutter, child,” she said, however, choosing to muse about their unfortunate situation another day. “You seek to educate yourself on that which most are not, and that alone is admirable. State so with pride or do not state so at all!” Never mind the fact that the repetition of syllables could either become non-existent to the ears or grating on them over time. (For all of her eloquent speech and intelligent-sounding talk, however, she wasn't even aware that a stutter could be caused by something other than a timid disposition.)[break][break]

“Our history section leaves much to be desired, but I am certain you will find what it is you seek there. Allow me to escort you there, most valued customer.” It was – in the back, correct? Yes, yes, it had to be. Without waiting for a response, Lorelei twisted on her heel and made long strides in the opposite direction of where their selection was truly located, motioning without glancing back to the student she was motioning to to follow. Tardiness would not be tolerated.

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Hanako Ikezawa , SHOOT, I. actually forgot i had to reply to this, I'M SO SORRY. also, i should probably. put up a disclaimer real quick. i'm pretty verbose in my writing, but that's especially true for lorelei, usually used for comedic effect (since she can... do some really dumb things while talking like she's got a thesaurus in her hand). if this style of writing's too wordy to be "good", that's done intentionally, but if you thread with any of my other characters, they won't be so bad. ... m-mostly. *sweats*

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[Hanako Ikezawa]

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[attr="class,"oppost"]If only it was as easy as deciding not to stutter. Did she really think she talked like that because she wanted to...? Still, it was difficult to simply be annoyed at that, as the clerk seemed to follow that up with a strangely delivered compliment. The net result was still a mixture of annoyance and self-loathing, however.

Despite her fear, she was now more terrified of running away. At least for now; it seemed that trying to escape was somehow a worse idea than simply enduring whatever she had to say. Besides that, Hanako really was looking for a book today. Not just for personal interest, but also to assist her in writing a few articles.

When the clerk started marching off in the opposite direction of the history section she had been browing, her brow furrowed.
"I-Isn't the..." Her voice trailed off, too intimidated to try and correct her. After all, maybe the local history books were stored somewhere else...? It wasn't impossible, but...

She hurried her pace to catch up to the brisk clerk, sparing a glance back to the exit of the store. Even if it was for the sake of nothing but her nerves, having a clear escape route seemed like a great idea.

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Notes: It's fiiiine. I've played similar characters before, so I know where you're coming from. Don't fret too much about your posting style; I think it's fine and interesting, and not overly verbose.

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Yes, she knew exactly where it was she was supposed to be going. Any shred of doubt, the likes of which had been fueled by the timid girl's unfinished, protesting statement of nothing but “I-Isn't the...” melted away as the book faces around her became more and more familiar. The signs that notated what genre was located beneath them presented themselves as little more than gibberish, illegible letters that would have been understandable to anyone with any knowledge of reading, regardless of the language, but they'd never been how she made her profits here. Familiarity with images guided her, and while she couldn't recall ever having to go back toward the section where such things as local history would be located, she was positive that this was where Emilio had pointed her in the direction of once in the past. The only potential problem was that the girl behind her was no longer where she was meant to be, but a single glance over the shoulder showed that her escort was still in tow. Splendid. Even more splendid was that their short walk had finally reached its conclusion. (The signs stated clearly that everything displayed on the shelves before them was a comic book or something of similar content; anyone with a shred of common sense would have been able to realize that this was not at all where they were supposed to have gone.)[break][break]

“It appears we have expanded our selection quite heftily since I last stood here,” Lorelei mused, partly to the customer, but mostly to herself. Covers of all shapes and colors greeted her, familiar in their aesthetics, but far more numerous than memory had instructed. Perhaps that had been the cause for the shorter female's interest in local history at all, however. Upon hearing of a vastly expanded selection of non-fiction from which to read, she had been beckoned into the store by the thirst of knowledge and the new wellspring that was provided – oh, yes, it all made sense now. “Daunting, you may be thinking. But have no fear. I shall recommend to you some of our finest.”[break][break]

Now, she had never personally read any of the graphic stories lined up alphabetically before them, nor had she ever had any interest to. Her best assumption, however, was that the more interesting and topic-related the cover, the more likely she was to find something that would be of use. No customer, after all, wanted to hear that the person providing them service was clueless as to exactly what they were providing them service on. With that in mind, the destroyer went about fetching only the flashiest of displays off the shelves, stacking them first in her arms, them proceeding to unceremoniously shove them in the direction of her poor victim. “These should suffice. Hold these, and I shall provide more.”

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Hanako Ikezawa , run, hanako, run while you still have the chance.

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[Hanako Ikezawa]

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[attr="class,"oppost"]The evidence that the clerk didn't know what they were doing was mounting. This section wasn't even tangentially related to local history. She had thought that maybe they were heading to a nonfiction section, or something like that. But this?

Hanako's brow furrowed in concern. This clerk was, in a word, intimidating. She had absolute surety in what she was doing, despite the fact that she was wrong, on a fairly basic level. The graphic novels shoved in her direction prompted a choice. Part of her was sorely tempted to dry her hands away from her chest, and mutely accept the books... then covertly return them to the shelves later.

Instead, Hanako summoned her courage, and shook her head, knuckles turning white as her hands were clasped against her chest.
"U-Um... Th-Those a-are..." It took courage - at least for her - to do this, but she didn't have enough courage to speak confidently. Or even look the clerk in the eye, as her eyes were stuck to her feet. "N-Not h-history b-books." Well, she had said it. Now she braced herself for the payback. And made sure of her escape route.

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A job well done, if she did say so herself. Even without a knowledge of how written languages of any sort worked, a memory that tended to fail her and sheer common sense were all that she required to push arm through the mission that had been placed in her hands. The young woman before her, too, would surely be grateful for all of her work, simple as it may have been; perhaps she'd even go so far as to make note of these efforts to her superiors once she'd the chance to gaze upon all of the information packed within what could have only been history books whose focused was trained on that of the island itself. Lorelei, however, was not the sort of person to preen over her own accomplishments. Stoic-faced as ever, she waited for the customer to take the stack of books being offered of her and prepared to fish more off the shelves. She'd been compliant up until this point. It was only logical she remained so up until the very end. In a shocking betrayal of expectations, however, the arms that this girl pressed tight against her chest did not unfurl in order to take the prize into her possession. Clearly she had seen, what with the way her eyes had landed on the stack before. Well, there was the possibility of blindness, she supposed, but considering how well she had followed without (much) vocal prompting, that seemed rather unlikely. So why...?[break][break]

“U-Um... Th-Those a-are... N-Not h-history b-books.”[break][break]

… Ah. So that's how it was. For the briefest of moments, hot, fiery rage split her in half, so suddenly and violently that she could have sworn she saw red. How dare this... this infant challenge her authority? Had they been under the Imum name, that alone would have been cause for a lashing – she could see, now, in her mind's eye the way that Hataro would scoff and Felix would jump to put her throat in his hands – and a lashing she would have surely delivered on. However, she realized no more than a moment later, they weren't in Imum anymore. She was no man's ruler, nor was she slave to any “master's” whim. She owed this nameless child nothing, and this child was by no means under her authority. A different face in her mind, then: a carrot top, shaking his head at her and her filthy anger. (When are you ever going to change?)[break][break]

“... You are sure of that? These are not history books?” A visual stutter, a double take back to the source. In hindsight, a man dressed as a bat, even for Tomodachi Island standards, seemed a bit too farfetched. “I... My intent was not to deceive you. For doing so, you have my apologies.”

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Hanako Ikezawa , mental image!reagan bapping her on the nose with a rolled up newspaper.

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[Hanako Ikezawa]

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[attr="class","oplyrics"]when the sorrow it breaks them i will replace them for you dead flowers for the torn apart laid at the grave to heal a broken heart let it rain until it floods let the sun breathe life once more

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[attr="class,"oppost"]Seeing the anger bloom on the other woman's face caused fear and apprehension to spread on Hanako's own. She had been careful. She had tried to be polite. Was it really so infuriating to say something so obvious? Did she miss some joke? Or some other social cue?

Hanako was, judging by the quaking of her limbs and darting eyes, attempting to disappear into herself, legs unwilling to move. Hanako disliked a lot of things; being scolded was amongst them. Especially being scolded for things that were not her fault.

Instead of a verbal lashing, or a real physical one, Hanako heard what she thought was an apology. She blinked, and looked uncertainly at the clerk, apprehension and fear still plainly written on her face. She swallowed, throat suddenly dry. She wanted to run away and hide. But this was a public place, where people did not understand her. How many eyes would that draw? How many misunderstandings?

"...C-c-com-mic b-books." It was a fragment of a sentence, but it was all that was audible. One hand still pressed against her, she gestured fearfully towards the books the clerk held with a plainly scarred hand. She also backed up a few halting steps. She wanted to say something else. Maybe that she would come back later, or that she would look on her own.

As it was, she was mostly frozen, eyes still looking in the general direction of the books, but becoming increasingly unfocused.

Lorelei Ackermann
Notes: Great, now she's too scared to run away. Excellent customer service, there, Lorelei.

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