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a; anywhere and everywhere

There is a man with a camera around his neck sitting somewhere discreet and snapping photos. Whether those photos are of you or of someone else is entirely up to you! But he sure is snapping them. Every third photo or so he shifts and looks at the display screen to check the photos, deleting them if they didn't turn out like he liked or going right back to it. Apart from his camera, there is only him and a short can of black coffee, which he periodically raises to his lips and tips backward in a short gesture to take a swig.

Please, someone come tell him to stop being a creep.

b; a van, down some side street in the city

And down this particular side street, there is a van, the words "Pleasure Way" emblazoned across the front of it just above the passenger's side tire, and a man that keeps exiting and re-entering the van from its open side doors. From the sound of it, he is having some kind of conversation, though there doesn't appear to be anyone with him.

"Why don't you just look it up yourself?" There was a woman's voice from inside the van, quiet and consoling in tone. The man stepping out of the vehicle did not match the sound at all. As he stepped to the ground, his posture changed drastically and he tossed his head, snarling a touch.

"Isn't that what you do? Find things, learn? You're always tacking away at your computer." This voice was much deeper, harsher. He sounded angry, this time. His posture shifted again, then, his shoulders slumping and his right hand pushing his left from where it had been waving wildly.

"Have neither of you considered that I don't want to?"

Oh. It appeared this guy was having a conversation with himself. Do with that as you will, Venture City.

Threaded | Flat

Amazon has taken notice of the strange man in the park with the strange little box around his neck. Amazon has never seen a camera before, and it's kind of freaking him out. He's attempting to watch from the bushes in order to figure out just what's going on here, but in his curiosity, he may not be as hidden as he thinks he is.

"Don't want to what?" Chimes in a voice directly behind him.

Tomoki had conveniently walked up just before Rei and his entourage had exited Pleasure-Way. He was leaning against the van with his arms crossed and his head tilted. He probably could have introduced himself sooner, but Tomoki was a little curious about the conversation he'd stumbled upon.

Was eavesdropping polite? Not really. Did Tomoki care? Not usually. He was a reporter, he had a long list of bad habits. At least he meant well.

Edited 2014-07-19 05:27 (UTC)

As a whole, Ankh was not enjoying this city. It was entirely too full of troublesome people, and didn't contain nearly enough answers. He was worn out, and miserable, and really ought to crawl back to Hina's apartment or Joji's workshop and call it a day. But as he hovered low to ground, passing by the van that the argument was coming from, he slowed. That snarling voice...

He turned, and darted closer to have a better look... and then darted back and splayed his fingers in shock. Was that the detective? Shingo? Wasn't he supposed to be... not here? But it looked right, as far as his fractured memories could tell.

"Hey!" He darted on in and rose to eye level, plainly wanting to get this guy's attention. He has yet to fully realize that he's having an argument with himself, given that he's a bit wrapped up in his own wants and needs right now.

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