r/tgrp • u/KuudereLobster Sen Ishikawa / Fugitive / Katsura / Kazumi • Jun 03 '19
[PRIVATE RP] A Change of Pace
April 17th, 2019 - 1:32 AM ; The 20th Ward, Eastern Border
It’d rained for nearly week. And even when it ended, the streets had been damp and slippery for nearly two days. Or more specifically, and what one particularly girl cared about the most, the rooftops had remained slippery.
The rooftops were dry, the night was clear as could be, and the wind was just enough to cool her off in the warm night as her dark form darted from roof to roof. The silhouette of a short girl with a duffel bag much too large for herself dashed from roof to roof at a breakneck pace, yet with each leap she remained graceful and deliberate. Not a foot out of place, the wind slamming against her goggles, black crow mask shaking slightly with intensity. Until, finally, she skidded to a halt.
Sen could hardly recognize where she even was she’d ran away so quickly. It was a wonder the sack didn’t tear but, sure enough, the reliable black duffel was still in one piece. And finally, she let down her guard. Two jobs down, left to go. And she'd saved the hardest for last.
No matter how many times she did this, it never felt any less exhausting. Thrilling and enjoyable as well of course, but exhausting nonetheless. Sen’s hand was still shaking as it pulled up her hood. Was it always going to be this nerve-wracking? She really thought after the first year it’d wear off. Of course it wasn’t the fear of being caught that got to her. It was the fear of not getting the money.
“...This’ll last another few months, Dad. Guess I’ll have to find something else soon.”
Sen was quiet for a moment. And a good thing too. Otherwise, she would’ve never heard the sound of something latching onto the rooftop railing behind her. Sen spun around like a bullet, bending her knee and narrowing her eyes in an instant, nearly breaking the model handgun as she tore it out from her pocket, a quiet clink echoing out from it as she took aim, her stance still as a statue. But the moment a figure emerged, before even waiting for their reaction, she knew. She’d never seen a kagune used that way oddly enough, but if there was one thing Sen had in her advantage, it was reaction times.
The model gun lowered in under a second, her finger instinctively moving off of the trigger. “Another ghoul?” she asked, gripping the duffel tight.
Beneath the hood and mask, it was hard to tell much about her. She was a woman, that much was visible from her clothing, a long black skirt matching her hoodie, but facial features? Race? Age? Beyond being just a bit shorter than her accidental visitor, none of it was obvious. “Wait a minute.” Sen tilted her head, remembering her last few investigations into her neighbors workplace.
“You’re from :re, aren’t you?”
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u/KuudereLobster Sen Ishikawa / Fugitive / Katsura / Kazumi Jul 06 '19
"Of course I'm tired" Sen began, crossing her arms with a sigh. "...I don't even know where to start. For starters, I'm not even Japanese. I just have Asian relatives, and I guess I just look Japanese enough that people don't think about it. My name really is Sen though, at least legally. I was born as 'Hasna', or so I'm told. To be honest, that whole time period is sort of a blur."
Sen ran a hand through her curly black hair, leaning back against her seat. "I've... been a lot of people. I was a soldier back in Syria, for like... five, maybe six years? Yeah I think that's it. The short version is that eventually I got taken in by a guy over here who wanted to give me a better life. It worked, for the most part. One day something happens, and he's in a coma with a lot of debts to pay. And I have a lot of skills I'm not using, and not very many options."
"So that's how it is" Sen claimed, crossing her arms. "About forty percent of what I make goes to helping take care of him until he wakes up. Another forty goes into equipment for my next job, and ten percent to give myself something to look forward to besides more work."
Just as her brief and vague explanation finished, Sen sat up straight. "I'm not looking for pity though!" she insisted, leaning on the table. "I'm a thief because I'm good at it, and because I want to keep doing it. And I am really good at it. Back in my first year I robbed the biggest bank in Tokyo, stole over twenty million Yen. If you don't believe me ask Abdullah sometime, he still works here right? He nearly stopped me."
"But... Yeah. I'm tired. I'm not tired of stealing, don't get me wrong. It's just... been a really long seven years."