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Post by Danny Kazuki on Jun 8, 2014 15:49:54 GMT -5
With the nasty summer heat kicking down doors with a sweltering, sizzling hiss, Danny wanted nothing to do with the outside world. Down here in the Under, however, he didn't have to deal with the overbearing sun. The chill of the earth completely surrounded the town, granting freedom to those that refused to be chained to air conditioning. While Danny was all for enjoying the glory of Summer, the season of showing skin, he was simply not in the mood to deal with the high temperatures up above. That left him bored in the Under, where the community was particularly picky about the outsiders that came down here. Making eye contact with a couple of girls that walked by, he scoffed as they stuck up their noses, walking faster down the street. "This isn't just a single player game, ladies. I'll be waiting if you change your mind!" He laughed, tossing a smooth stone in his hands as they disappeared around the bend.
Careful not to throw his precious stone too far, he flicked his wrist, propelling the rock across a vast stage for his cute little game. Bold, chalk-coated lines covered the cement to create an intricate layout for hopscotch. TV shows might've dictated that the game was for girls only, but Danny rejected that logic with a laugh. He could care less if the game emasculated him, seeing how the point was to get some exercise and meet new people. It was unfortunate that the Under's usual crowd put on a hostile, distant front, but he figured that someone would come around eventually. "That one went kind of far." He mused, assuming the hopping position as he launched himself into the air. He hopped from one square to the next with ease, and when he finally landed on the space with the stone, he bent over to scoop it right up. For a brief moment, he considered extending the stage with the plethora of colors he picked up from the local drugstore, but he shrugged the thought off. He could only graffitti the place so much until people got annoyed, and he wasn't here to make enemies.
Travelling for a long time through the desert and just relieved to find civilization of any sorts, Jerry made the mental agreement with himself to never skip out on enduring the full boat ride to Gateon Port again. Copping out half way in the middle of the trip at a no name dock in the middle of Nowhere’s Orre, left Jeremiah with a very long and tiring walk ahead of him. Even if it meant puking his guts out for another couple of days, that’d be far more tolerable than the melting heat that currently burnt his genetically tan-proof skin. However, he uttered not a complaint to anyone, not that he had much choice anyways. He was on his own for the time being, barely even managing to keep in contact with his friend and reason for venturing out this far from home in the first place, Lucas Courtwater.
Entering the Under in search of a place to settle down for the night, Jerry was immediately welcomed with prying eyes and cold stares from the locals. Nothing he wasn’t used to, but his intuitive awareness of eyes around him didn’t mean he was able to ignore that fact. It itched at his mind, calling to his attention that he was not really invited here, but they wouldn’t keep him from coming in. He wondered if it was because he was dressed head to toe in thick clothing in attempts to keep the damaging sun rays off of him, he looked like some wandering hermit, or because he was just simply foreign to this place. As he pulled back the hood of his thick cloak and sand rained down, looking around revealed no answer to the possible reasons he was unwelcomed here but he didn’t bother to pry. He was only going to be here until the sand storm that blocked his path up ahead had passed over.
Dusting himself off from the sand the best he could in the less grainy environment, Jerry travelled onwards until he came across a rather… Peculiar sight. Well, others would describe it as odd; he however would find it rather amusing. A boy probably around his own age was in the process of playing hopscotch all by himself. He clearly seemed to be trying to goat others into joining him, but no one was taking the bait. Jerry simply couldn’t fathom why though, it was a fun game. Digging through layers upon layers of clothing to retrieve his phone from a buried pocket, Jerry noted the lack of messages. He’d call and check up on the blond later but for now as the sand storm raged on, he might as well get another funny story stocked up to share with his friend once he met back up with him. Moving off to the side of the street and removing a few of the now excess layers of clothing, Jerry settled for simply an old dark but faded over sized t-shirt and baggy jeans as he packed everything back up.
Turning on his heel and moving over towards the hopscotching man, Jerry stood to the side to watch the other for a long moment before teasingly calling out “Isn’t this game a bit easy? You should try to do it on your hands instead.” He set his bag down, clearly ready to give it a shot that way should Danny challenge him to do it as Jerry suggested. “Or at least toss a couple more stones, make it longer…” he tacked on to offer a cop out as well.
Post by Danny Kazuki on Nov 16, 2014 18:01:48 GMT -5
For a hostile town with an unfriendly crowd, Danny didn’t feel that out of place as he carved out a space for himself in a less crowded alley. Surely the kids that lived around here did stuff like this all of the time, right? Then again, The Under was brightly illuminated with various neon lights that illuminated the skyscraper-like elevators that shot straight through the gaping holes in the city’s earthy ceiling. While it wasn’t the most technologically advanced area out there, he imagined that maybe the local kids were forced to play games, possibly video games, in the safety of their rooms. At least that explained why he didn’t see too many of them running around while he got his game of hopscotch set up. If The Under was a risky place for foreigners to hang about, Danny took Denial Road straight to cloud nine as he thought of charming the locals with his signature Danny smile, which his mom’s pretty friends found absolutely endearing when he was 8 years old, and he was convinced that he still had it.
That being said, he couldn’t understand why everyone here had to be so shy about letting their inner child run rampant in a harmless kid’s game. ”This game’s not as fun in single player. Do I look like a loser for doing this? I don’t think I look like a loser.” Scratching his chin in thought as he picked up the smooth stone off the dusty pathway, he tossed it up and caught it in a repetitive motion as his eyes hungrily scouted around for a willing participant in a hopscotch game to the death. He didn’t even know how that would work, but everything sounded so much cooler when you tagged ‘to the death’ at the end of it. That sandwich he had packed in his bag? He was going to eat it to the death. When it came to visiting his beloved little sister at an eccentric party bar in The Under? He was going to visit her to the death. He was even considering asking the creepy hermit guy for a round of intense rock throwing and parkour hopping to the death, but if he had to judge someone based off their looks, Danny couldn’t be sure that he’d get out of that game alive.
Trying to look nonchalant as he tossed his game piece across several pastel lines marking the ground, he had to lock his curiosity up in order to stop himself from scouting out a certain observer that was fiddling with their phone. And he only caught that particular detail because his curious glances weren’t nearly as subtle as he thought they were, and for a split second, he could’ve sworn his picture was being taken. Because why not? He was hilarious, and who didn’t want his dazzling self caught on camera? He tried not to think about it too much as he began to skip across each line, occasionally striking pose on the off chance that the stranger needed a chance to catch his good side while he hopped to action.
Stuck in the middle of an airplane pose as Jerry called out to him, Danny quickly hopped back onto his feet and glanced around to make sure he was the one being addressed. Obviously there was no one else playing any kind of game nearby, but there were few things as awkward as thinking that someone was waving or talking to you, only to find out that they were referring to the person directly behind you. ”Ha! Doing it on my hands is way too easy. I just figured I’d be modest and not scare off the competition.” He was about as athletic as an armadillo that could only run on a downhill slope, but sure, he could balance himself on his hands for about half a second before turning that handstand into a somersault. ”Because The Under is known for their ferocious hopscotch competitions, you know? Seriously. Did you known that ‘hopscotch’ is TheUnderian for ‘death match’? True story. I can’t just show off all of that packed and ready to burst skill without getting swarmed by wannabes.” Heaving an exasperated sigh, he left his arms relax against his hips until he could figure out what he wanted to say next. ”But I mean, you can go for it. By all means. I can make the game board go up the walls if you want.” He sure had enough chalk to pull off this impossible game, but like hell he expected anyone to be able to do it.
There was an amusing moment of the man he’d called out looking around to just make absolute sure it was him who was being called out. Jerry couldn’t keep from smirking, it’s not there was anyone else trying to play hop scotch down here in the land of locals only it seemed. He crossed his arms and ventured over, quirked a brow slightly at Danny’s declaration of not wanting to show off. Right, that was it. Clearly this was a man with the strength of twenty and he couldn’t simply demonstrate his advanced skills! Yes, yes, that would undoubtedly scare away the crowds and bring unpleasant company of all kinds.
As the man would rattle off about hopscotch and death matches, Jerry had to fight with all of his might to not bust out laughing right then and there. This guy was a riot, a spectacular find in the land of BFE as he’d begun to refer to Orre. Nearly cracking as Danny mentioned that he couldn’t bust out his skill without being swarmed by wannabes, Jerry just slowly shook his head in disbelief, grinning in amusement. “Sounds like you’ve had it pretty rough down here, man” he sighed, stepping over to pat Danny on the shoulder. “It’s okay, back where I’m from, I got a fan club myself” he informed with a sly grin. No Lucas around to give away his obvious lies, Jerry was gonna abuse the hell out of this moment. “I totally get cha; those wannabes and fans can be such a pain to deal with” he sighed before eyeing the hopscotch with silent consideration.
Well, YOLO, right?
Jerry stepped back from Danny to eye the chalky path and rubbed his hands together in thought. “Hopscotch to the death huh?” he mused and looked over at Danny. “Well, I’ve always wanted to go down in a memorable fashion, so I suppose I should tell you my name in case this goes south” he said and gave a thumbs up to Danny. “Jeremiah Burton, but save yourself the mouthful. Jerry will do… But I will accept any variation of ‘your awesomeness’ as well after I nail this” he informed before looking back down to the path of which he intended to blaze. Leaning forward to gently set his hands on the first square, Jerry would pause to brace himself before carefully kicking off of the ground and bringing his feet up into the air. He’d take a moment to make sure he had his balance before slowly turning in order to be able to see where he was going. The number two square.
Oh… Y’know, this was a lot easier in his head. He could feel the eyes of the passer-bys studying the oddity of a man doing hopscotch on his hands, and part of him wanted to opt out… But this was to the death and today was kind of a shitty day to just die. He shuffled carefully along the pavement, reaching the edge of the one square before quickly giving his best attempt of a hop and successfully landing on the two square. Well, after actually doing it, it was a bit easier than expected. He began to make more confident movements onto the next square, and then the next, but the blood rushing to his head was making it a bit harder to keep this going. He wasn’t really that fast and the sight of the rock he had to pick up only made it more difficult. Making his way to it, he’d pause briefly on the square before slowly his legs would begin to split in the air. He’d start to lean his body onto his right arm, and reach with his left hand for the rock – managing to actually pick it up, when it dawned on him he didn’t exactly have the skill to move after this point. “… Prepare the twenty-one salute thing, I don’t think I’m gonna make it” he strained.
Post by Danny Kazuki on Dec 8, 2014 21:39:31 GMT -5
Quirking an eyebrow up at the mention of a fan club, Danny could nearly see someone with those rough, playful looks having one or two around. But they’d never beat the size of Danny’s future fan club. Nope. Not happening. Not even in a single alternate time line, and Danny knew his shit about time lines based on cheesy daytime TV. ”Of course, it’s only fair I tell you mine too, ‘your awesomeness’.” Hey, maybe if he called him names like that, it’d eventually be reciprocated. But it was far more likely that Danny would look like a suck-up yes-man, and that made for an awful first impression. ”I’m your family friendly protagonist here to entertain you for the day. I’m Danny Kazuki, but never Daniel Kazuki. No stick up the butt formal names in a hopscotch death match, ok? Ok.” Cracking his knuckles like he was feeling sort of relaxed about the whole thing, Danny stepped back to let Jerry show off his hand-stand skills.
Which Danny thought he was bluffing the entire time, but no. Once Jerry was up, he was up. He even hopped. Danny found himself questioning whether it was right or wrong to wonder just how ripped this guy was after watching him make it to the second square, and the answer to that was yes, it was definitely wrong, because it distracted him from thinking about how in the world he was going to one-up this kind of performance. Once Jerry seized the innocent looking rock surrounded by a barrier of pink lines, Danny failed to resist the urge to make aggressive blowing noises from behind with the hopes that it would somehow knock his rival down. It was the only way he’d ever hope to survive this match.
Actually, no. There was already zero chance of surviving this. Not when athletic handstands were involved, and typing faster than a blue Cyndaquil online wasn’t exactly the best exercise for his hands and fingers.
If Jerry didn’t pick up on the odd blowing sounds from behind, then Danny’s attempts at cheering probably would’ve been a lot more successful. ”Don’t give up now, soldier! Think of your kids! All 25 of them! Their little eyes could be watching you right now, on The Under’s funniest home videos, and if you fail them now, Jerry, you’ll have like, 25 potential protagonists trying to avenge you in extreme hopscotch. Do you want that? I know I don’t want that.” Maybe it would’ve made a good story; The Tale of Jerry’s 25 Offspring and The Death of Danny Kazuki, but it had to be another Danny Kazuki that wasn’t nearly as cool as he was. The thought of him dying was absolutely absurd, but come on. To have an even cooler Danny Kazuki running around the place? Nope. Impossible. Not even in fanfiction.
No, but seriously. How was he going to top this? Could he even cheat at this when he possessed arms that were nothing but bone and gelatin? Probably not. No. The only thing that could've saved him was a reaaaaally bad excuse, or an Action Replay for life. The second was the far superior answer, but unfortunately it just didn't exist. First option it was, then.
Travelling for a long time through the desert and just relieved to find civilization of any sorts, Jerry made the mental agreement with himself to never skip out on enduring the full boat ride to Gateon Port again. Copping out half way in the middle of the trip at a no name dock in the middle of Nowhere’s Orre, left Jeremiah with a very long and tiring walk ahead of him. Even if it meant puking his guts out for another couple of days, that’d be far more tolerable than the melting heat that currently burnt his genetically tan-proof skin. However, he uttered not a complaint to anyone, not that he had much choice anyways. He was on his own for the time being, barely even managing to keep in contact with his friend and reason for venturing out this far from home in the first place, Lucas Courtwater.
