aterat | Intro Log .//. catch all

Who; Shinjiro Aragaki and YOU
What; Arrival and encounters around town
Where; The fountain square and ANYWHERE
When; End of April-May
Warnings; Possible mentions of drug use, Shinji's attitude

i. Arrival

The blossoming pain in his chest faded and he took in breaths, his hand clutched there, where it should have been filling with blood, his blood. His eyes opened slowly, almost distrusting in their perception of light. This was wrong. It was the Dark Hour, not...what, noon? He nearly jumped out of his skin when the little man approached him, too confused about his surroundings to do much more than dumbly take the sack offered to him and nod, blinking after the little man as he wandered off. He took a moment to consider his clothes, jaw clenching for a moment when he noted the blood-crusted hole in his coat over his heart.

"So that happened." Whether he was commenting on his current predicament, where he'd come from previously, or something else entirely was anyone's guess. Even he didn't know for sure. Still frowning, annoyed more than confused, he finally takes a look around, finding a bench nearby to rifle through his bag. "What is this shit?"

ii. Making my way downtown

Shinjiro found the markets equal parts annoying and useful. It seemed to him that everyone in town came through the market district, either on the way to work or to get supplies for whatever it was they were working on. It was a good place to overhear gossip, and get a feel for this weird city he'd ended up in. The message board caught his attention this particular day, though, what with the strange degree hung there, warning against some sort of monster prowling around after dark.

Monsters after dark. That sounded familiar. It also sounded like something Mitsuru would most likely want to try dealing with, which meant, "I need a weapon." It was spoken to himself, but not quiet enough not to be overheard.

iii. network :: text

[As useful as the message board was for some things, as the days turn into weeks, it becomes obvious to Shinjiro it's not the way to find a part-time job.

Seeing as there was also no internet to speak of, he supposed this was the thing to do. A way to earn coin while they figured this place out probably hadn't even occurred to Mitsuru, but living on the streets for a while, you get your priorities straight.]

Anybody hiring part-time workers? I'm not picky.

[He's wonderful at introductions, right? Such a people person.]

(OOC: If you want a different scene with Shinjiro, he can be encountered just about anywhere as he's doing his best to get oriented in the city. If you would like a prompt from me, just ping me on discord (vikael#0221) or PM this journal!)

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

It wasn't much to say he'd shed the coat he draped across the back of the bar stool when he came close enough to nod to Ignis. Under it, he worn a knit turtleneck, dark in color, dark pants, and he'd never taken off his beanie, though by the look of unruly hair poking out from under it, the cap seemed to keep his mane in check. It was questionable whether or not Shinjiro had recently met a comb he found a to be a friend.

His eyebrows raised at the snack, though the water was welcome, and if the walk had taken a lot out of the young man, his expression didn't show it. In fact, he seemed almost too energetic for a man who'd just hoofed it all the way from the city. Still, he nodded, "uh, sure. And thanks." He took a long drink from the glass of water. "You wanted to talk?"

Ignis' eyes took in the other's appearance. And quite frankly the lad could pass for dressed as his thoughts lingered on a certain black clad King whose hair looked rather frightful some mornings.

Nodding at the other's gratitude, he had to smile.

"And I believe you're here because you wanted a job, correct?"

Some people he could and would stand on ceremony with. But youths weren't really into that sort of thing and so there were times he did get straight to the point.

Shinji was keen on that sort of thing even less. He spent a lot of time int he rougher areas of town, places where if you weren't tough you didn't make it out alive. He'd lived among the sophisticated as well, but he wasn't one to mince words or to stand on ceremony.

He nodded. "Yep."

Ignis nodded. "And you wished to work in the kitchen as a dishwasher if I recall correctly."

He turned to reach behind him and grabbed a cup of coffee. Maybe he should've switched to tea at this point but coffee it was.

"I take it you have experience?"

"Doin' what? Washin' dishes? Ain't that an entry level position?" At least it was where he was from.

He smiled. "It rather is."

"But if you think you can handle it, tell me when you can start."

"Ain't like I got anything else goin' on." And he had a best friend here who'd never had to worry about money a day in her life, and he wasn't about to leave her hanging, so he'd do and learn whatever he needed to.

"So whenever."

Ignis nodded, trying to figure this one out. But he thought it might be a little while in order to do so. No one revealed themselves at first after all.

"Alright, then you can start in two days. I will expect you here around three in the afternoon. However, is Full time or part time what you're searching for?"

It wasn't until that very moment Shinjiro even considered the possibility of working full-time. He hadn't finished high school, but that didn't mean he wasn't capable.

"Uh...well, I ain't got anything else goin' on, so...full-time, I guess. Never worked in a restaurant before, but...I know stuff about 'em." From watching cooking shows...

Ignis nodded. "We can start you at part time if you prefer. That way it'll give you a good idea as to what to expect for a longer shift. And you can tell me when you wish to change things up, however I won't put you to full time until I hear from you directly."

He really didn't want the boy to get overwhelmed or anything.

He would learn quickly Shinjiro has an almost supernatural endurance and stamina (and he does), but he young man nods.

"Sure, that works."

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