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| Taking Root; Geanna and Spike goes house hunting; Narrated by Virevolte | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 27 2018, 02:58 AM (411 Views) | |
| margrae | Jan 27 2018, 02:58 AM Post #1 |
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January, a new year, perfect for new beginnings. And that is exactly what Geanna hopes to have. She was hoping to purchase a new place she could call home. She never wanted to touch the money her parents’ gave her but if it was to be used, it should be for something this important. Heaven bless her generous father. She hopes to purchase a home in her most favorite city in the world, York Shin. The fashion, the arts, the cuisine; it was everything Geanna loved in life and to be proximity to that would be the best. But as familiar as she was to the shopping districts, she knew nothing about York Shin living other than if it was in a hotel. She needed some help, a guide to walk her through finding the better parts of the city with a more friendly price. Just because she’s got money doesn’t mean she has to blow it all in one go. She clicks on her laptop and looks at the many digits on her trust fund account. This will be the first time she will be using it since she got it when she turned eighteen. After purchasing this home, she promised herself she will put the money to good use just as her father would want her. But for now, its on to diving the urban jungle in search of home. She anxiously bites her thumb as her cellphone rings. She grabs it and quickly turns off the phone. She stares at the business card a certain hunter gave her years ago. It was that of Spike Basquiat and if she remembers correctly, he was a native of York Shin and as long as the price was right, he might help her. But to call someone you have not talked to in a long time can be a bit weird. She felt self-conscious calling him. She needed to calm down and mentally prepare herself for the calling again. She took a deep breath but before she could exhale, her phone rang with the number she just called. She grabbed her phone and answered it. “Hello, Spike? Hey! How are you doing? It’s Geanna. You still remember me? I’m in York Shin now and was wondering if you were in town. Actually, I need some help if some house hunting if you’re up to it.” |
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| Bug in a Bag | Jan 30 2018, 04:13 PM Post #2 |
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Less than a month into the year and Spike was happy to say he'd more than recouped the sizable fortune he'd spent during Christmas several times over; however, the near constant assignments or favors to friends that brought this about had taken their toll on him. He felt tired, just plain exhausted. Physically, the hunter felt decent enough, but hadn't given himself enough time to decompress mentally or emotionally. That last roller coaster of a journey with Motto in particular had left him in a morose, decompressed funk. Spike had been back home for several days, yet still hadn't really relaxed much. He'd caught up on some sleep, enjoyed some takeout and caught up on some TV he'd programmed it record in his absence, but remained tense through all of it, expecting a call from someone else at any moment for something or another. It took a long phone call with Detsu to finally boost his mood and set his mind at ease. Feeling mostly revitalized, the hunter got started on a few projects around the house he'd meant to do, when his phone's ring broke his tranquility. Given it was a number he didn't recognize, Spike was sorely tempted to just let it ring. Weighed against his long weekend of sorts, accepting another job from someone clearly not someone from the underworld or a friend didn't even come close to measuring up. Still, his professionalism won out in the end, at the very least his potential client deserved to be heard out before having their offer declined. Ironically, milliseconds before pressing the talk button, the caller hung up. Now that Spike felt committed to this task he wasn't gonna let it slide so easily, so he immediately redialed. A thousand possibilities swam through his mind about what clientele would be on the other line as he awaited an answer. It only took a few moments to the hunter to put a name to the feminine voice that picked up, finding it amusing that the mission they crossed paths on was the only one in recent memory to not have him be hurt in one way or another in the process. Good times. "Yeah, I'll help you out, just text me an address and I'll pick you up, if you don't have a vehicle of your own. Otherwise, where should I meet you? Given this shouldn't be too complicated, I'll knock 10% off my normal fee. It's great to hear from you, see you soon." Spike rambled off, after they got pleasantries out-of-the-way. After hanging up he continued to lean against a marble counter, pondering who he knew off the top of his head to contact for a real estate favor. Thankfully, house hunting was a lot less of a chore than he was used to, so this basically boiled down to being a tour guide for an associate. Sounded easy enough. |
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| Virevolte | Jan 31 2018, 12:32 AM Post #3 |
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~ Narration ~ Even for the unfortunate Hunter Spike Basquiat, sometimes, things were going smoothly. A quick research was enough for him to find an appropriate lead, and a big name amongst real estate agents showed up as soon as it was known that he had a professional license. Lunde Sorrensen was a wealthy landlord and a friend of the Hunter’s Association, he even had a great reputation, although he was known for being a bit of an eccentric. The guy believed firmly in an esoteric practice named Sunsuei, which was akin to Feng Shui. Basically, he thought that a house should be a perfect fit for its owner, like a scabbard is for a sword. That doesn’t sound too bad, heh? Spike probably thought so too, until he read that this weird practice implied to drink lots of carbonated water and to wear shoes of different colors every day. But still, the offer Lunde sent him by e-mail was just too good to not even think about it. The landlord proposed the Hunter to come to a monthly touring operation that was taking place – luckily – in about four hours. Just enough time to meet with Geanna, catch up a bit, drink a cup of coffee, and then go to the appointed location. A private park of Japponese design, notorious for its gracious sand rivers and rocky gardens. There, they would board a bus along with several others Seekers (with a majuscule, as it was the proper Sunsuei-way to call a guy who needed a place to stay), and visit a list of seven houses, accompanied by the great Sunsuei master Inchin. These buildings were located in a variety of very different places, some quite common, some quite exotic, and at the very least, it seemed like a good way to spend the afternoon. After all, the bus had a free minibar, with twelve different kinds of cider, and Lunde promised to give a hand with Geanna’s searches if none of the houses featured for the day was a fit for her. That almost sounded too good, but heh… a free minibar? How could you even make twelve different kinds of cider? That topic deserved a proper investigation. Since setting up visits to others places would take, at least, a few days, especially in the highly-populated Yorkshin City, there wasn’t a really good reason to turn down Lunde’s offer. On the other hand, explaining to Geanna what she was signing for could prove a bit dicey. “Hey, mind wearing shoes of different colors and spend the afternoon drinking carbonated water?” Just in case, Spike probably double-checked: yup, the bus was equipped with a well-maintained restroom. Edited by Virevolte, Jan 31 2018, 01:45 AM.
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| Bug in a Bag | Feb 2 2018, 05:47 PM Post #4 |
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The Hunter's association had never been Spike's first choice in trying to get things handled. Connections he'd made through clients and mutual associates had served him well over the years; although, his choice to distance himself from the less savory people in his life cut that list down considerably. Sadly, realtors were no longer among those he'd be willing to work with. If he ever needed to purchase a safe house or a secured warehouse, something shady along those lines, he'd give them a call; otherwise, it wasn't worth the hassle. This Mr. Sorrensen was easily one of the more odd people he'd ever considered hiring, but the hunter's minor unease wasn't enough to dissuade him in this instance. This was all for Geanna's sake after all. Since he wasn't the one footing the bill, hopefully he wouldn't have to guzzle all that carbonated water or try on hideous shoes, he really couldn't stand sparkling style water in particular. Spike set up he and Geanna's appointment on the way down to his apartment's parking garage, silently cursing that they'd be boarding a bus for the viewing, as opposed to taking their own vehicle. Ultimately, this meant they were at the whims of the tour group in terms of time spent looking over the properties. They could still hail a cab or call in a car service to pick them up if need be, but that was still money off of his already discounted take home for the day. That outcome would be unfortunate, but a reasonable fee for escaping, if things got unbearable somewhere along this tour. The hunter met up with Geanna a bit later than he intended, traffic being a little heavier than he initially figured for this time of day. He was normally really good about this kinda thing, so there must've been some major event or show in the area adding to the traffic density. Either way, He didn't get a chance to sit down and catch up with his former work associate like he wanted, and even then only made idle chit-chat as he drove them to the park. Spike had been to this place several times during his cabbie career to occasionally drop fares off, but had never actually bothered to visit on his own time. After making that long, unwanted trip to Jappon last year, seeing this park made him rather nostalgic for the real thing. The hunter pushed that feeling aside as the bus started to fill up, quickly jumping in line to secure a couple of good seats while he could. "Ugh, finally." He grumbled, falling back heavily into his chair, turning to look at his employer for the evening. "What all are you looking for in a home? If we find one you like before the end, you up for bailing?" |
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| margrae | Apr 9 2018, 04:56 AM Post #5 |
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Clothed in a black and white dress with matching black and white bow headband and her favorite black and white wedge flipflops, Geanna stepped out of her hotel room and unto the awaiting elevator. “Good morning, James.” She greeted the elevator operator, slinging a white shoulder bag unto her shoulder. Geanna's clothes “Good morning, Ms. Geanna. Looking lovely as usual.” The cheerful old man greeted back. “Off on another shopping spree today?” he asked, pressing the button that closed the elevator doors. “Something like that. I’m going house hunting today. I’ve come to love York New so much that I’ve decided to live here.” She answered with a smile. “That is wonderful!” he exclaimed as the elevator dinged at every floor they passed. “But it’s a shame I won’t be seeing you as often from now on then.” “I’ll still come by the hotel once in a while.” She said in consolation as the elevator door whooshed open to reveal the very busy lobby. Geanna stepped out of the elevator and waved at her friend as a group of guests took her place. She deposited her key at the desk and took a seat on one of the several couches that were neatly arranged on one side of the lobby. Spike arrived behind schedule thanks to the festivities outside the hotel but not enough to damped Geanna’s excitement at the prospects of the day. The young hunter drove them to the park where the guests on this touristy-type real estate showing were to be picked up. Not much was said on the way thanks to Geanna being distracted by the scenery of this part of town which she has never visited before. Every now and then, she asked about what building was that or which shop sold what. She took mental note of all the cute shops she could visit sometime in the future and there were quite a few of them. Somehow, they made it just in time to the showing. Spike parked his car and they boarded the bus. “To be honest, I haven’t got a clue yet.” Geanna sheepishly replied as she sat down on the seat beside Spike. “I DO want a lot of closet space though.” She added, one hand rubbing her chin and one eyebrow lifting in thought. “Maybe an apartment would do. I would rather prefer being able to clean the place by myself and big houses mean more things to clean. Also, having security over the place would also be a good idea since I’m mostly away on work.” Then facing him with an almost worried look, “is that enough for starters?” then she chuckled when she realized she actually gave a long list of demands. Edited by margrae, Apr 24 2018, 04:00 AM.
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| Virevolte | Apr 15 2018, 02:21 AM Post #6 |
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~ Narration ~ ![]() The bus’ interior felt… pretty homey. Since Lunde Sorrensen made his fortune by selling properties you’d feel at ease in, it actually wasn’t much of a surprise. Four And unfortunately for the Hunter (but this guy is never happy anyway), most of the seats were already taken, which means him and his lovely client had to share a couch with A very tall lady sat left of Geanna. Her skin was tanned, she had long dreadlocks and, surprisingly, Asian facial features. She actually looked rather cool with her black leather jacket and the aviator goggles hanging on her neck. Was she a pilot? She looked like one. With a shy nod to greet the dollish woman next to her, the pilot started rummaging through a plastic bag she brought with her, containing… a pair of sneakers of different colors. Her eyes met Geanna’s, and she blushed furiously. “I can’t believe I’m putting these on…” Whispered the pilot, as if she needed to justify her behavior. A very pale youngster sat right of Spike. He looked sickly, and probably was to some degrees. But more importantly, his sense of fashion was out of this world. The Hunter knew of these types. “Nouveaux riches”, this guy most likely lived in a drain for most of his live, and one day, by some sort of miracle, suddenly won a fortune. He basically crawled out of his sewer and started buying like crazy, gold trinkets, fashionable silk clothing, dozens of golden scarves, and for who-knows-why: red cowboy boots with shining spurs. But, hidden by a long sleeve, Spike could see that his right arm was wrapped in a bloody cast. Was he injured? Anyway, that guy spelled troubles. Noticing the gaze of the Hunter on him, the youngster had a cocky smile. Heh…? Just now… yup, that brat was definitely looking down on Spike. Once the Seven Seekers boarded the bus, and started to investigate the free minibar, Lunde Sorrensen made his appearance, followed by the great Sunsuei Master Inchin. The wealthy man had a round face, and a not less round belly. His hair were blond, and so was his beard, both styled in a crew-cut, giving him a somewhat military air. He looked… well, exuberant. “Welcome Seekers! I had totally forgotten about the 77th Street Festival… I’m glad you all made it here without much delay. We may get a little behind schedule, but I know of a few shortcuts, so don’t worry too much about it!” The wealthy landlord went to the driver’s seat, and to everyone’s surprise, took the wheel. “Let’s go find the home of your dreams!” He turned back and winked at the group. Master Inchin moved to the center of the little “room”, two big suitcases in his hands. He looked quite focused as he crouched down. There was a certain… intensity on his face. His movements were swift, elegant, and made his black robe flutter. Then, without a word, he opened the two suitcases, containing… - Rows of carbonated water’s bottles - Mismatched shoes of all dimensions and colors. Both exorbitantly price-tagged. The bus’ automatic doors closed, then locked themselves. And the “happy” group of Seekers began its quest. *** Narrative Directions (Optional) - Spike, in the next post, I’d like you to witness/notice that something is wrong. What you’ll come up with will be used to brew some troubles later. - Geanna, in the next post, I’d like you to describe the first house the Seekers are visiting. All the details you’ll chose to place will be used for whatever Event happening there. Take notice that this thread will not contain real saddening or harsh Events. Edited by Virevolte, Apr 15 2018, 02:32 AM.
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| Bug in a Bag | May 8 2018, 11:06 PM Post #7 |
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"It's a good start, should be able to streamline this process considerably." Spike replied to his friend, honestly finding it rather comforting that Geanna basically knew what all she wanted, right from the onset. Using those parameters alone they'd be able to dismiss a high number of potential homes with a quick glance or just a few questions. At the risk of sounding overly familiar with this woman he barely knew, the hunter nearly suggested she just move into the ritzy apartment building he called home. It certainly fit all the requirements she'd listed off, and would let them bail on this tour before things even got started. Spike was sizing up the minibar from a distance when he felt the unmistakable gaze of eyes upon him, and turned to acknowledge the guy next to him with a sideways glance. At first, the hunter only felt pity at the poor bastard's lack of fashion sense and his obvious health issues, only for all of this sympathy to evaporate in an instant. He'd seen this kind of condescending smirk on the faces of hundreds of people across the span of his career, killing quite a few of them over that time as well, but it never failed to irk the hell out of him. Spike's face didn't betray any of his utter disdain for this punk, yet he still longed to make the kid's left arm match the right. It was a relief to finally see Lunde Sorrensen himself make an appearance, with "Master" Inchin in tow as well, ready to get things started off. The hunter only grunted softly as the Realtor laid on the pleasantries and apologies rather thick, then decided to take the wheel himself to drive them around for the afternoon. Spike didn't have much time to dwell on this oddity, before Inchin revealed the obligatory shoes and water supposedly integral for this whole house hunting process. The idea of changing his wardrobe and guzzling an awful beverage for purely ritual reasons was already a repellent concept from the get go, but the outrageous asking prices for the items they were expected to buy was nothing short of dastardly as well. Spike almost couldn't believe the downright exploitative turn this tour had taken, as he looked over the options presented to the "Seekers". Just at first glance it was easy to see that the prices ran from expensive to ridiculous based on the comfort level of the footwear. Simply put, the comfy track shoes would definitely run one higher than some ratty loafers with no support. From a commercial standpoint he understood very well that quality should dictate price; however, without any proof that the shoes did anything other than show one's potential new neighbors that you were an idiot, this whole setup seemed like a very scummy scam. The obvious signs of wear and previous owners didn't help to alleviate this feeling either, in fact lending credence to Spike's growing suspicion that he and the others were shelling out loads of money for ultimately thrift store goods. "Ugh, I'll take that green sneaker and that blue one as well..." he muttered in a low tone, peeling off several large bills from a roll of cash he withdrew from his pocket, then placing them in Inchin's waiting palm. There was nothing that could be done about looking like a fool under the circumstances, yet having two shoes of the same brand and style would at least make walking around an easy enough task. "Excuse me, where did you two gets these shoes from?" Spike inquired, the second he received the shoes, after catching the unmistakable whiff of sweat and musk wafting out of them. Another glance as the punk kid suddenly brought to mind something else he should have really thought about earlier: were all the other seekers, minus Geanna, hunters as well? While he waited for an explanation about the shoes, Spike used Gyo to glance at the others for faint shroud of Ten or telltale signs of Zetsu. |
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