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[Backdated Action, Closed]
Who: 47 and Orihime
What: Tiny 47 encounters an old friend he doesn't know yet
Where: Genessia
When: Monday, April 2
Warnings: Mentions of violence, possible mentions of abuse
In the cold pouring rain, a bald pre-teen boy is nearly doubled over the edge of a trash can outside Cake Town, rummaging through it. Though perhaps the trash is the last place he should be right now, judging by the bruises and open scrapes littering his torso and arms, given to him by a group of criminals that thought they'd found an easy kidnapping target. The fact that he's alone and free right now and not tied up somewhere, though, shows who won that fight.
When he gives up on whatever he's searching for and tries to pull back from the trash can, he loses his balance and ends up pulling the whole thing on top of him with a tremendous metallic CLANG, its contents spilling all over and around him. The boy roughly shoves the can off of him, then glances back at the door with worry visible on his thin face; did someone hear that?
What: Tiny 47 encounters an old friend he doesn't know yet
Where: Genessia
When: Monday, April 2
Warnings: Mentions of violence, possible mentions of abuse
In the cold pouring rain, a bald pre-teen boy is nearly doubled over the edge of a trash can outside Cake Town, rummaging through it. Though perhaps the trash is the last place he should be right now, judging by the bruises and open scrapes littering his torso and arms, given to him by a group of criminals that thought they'd found an easy kidnapping target. The fact that he's alone and free right now and not tied up somewhere, though, shows who won that fight.
When he gives up on whatever he's searching for and tries to pull back from the trash can, he loses his balance and ends up pulling the whole thing on top of him with a tremendous metallic CLANG, its contents spilling all over and around him. The boy roughly shoves the can off of him, then glances back at the door with worry visible on his thin face; did someone hear that?
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The good news is that both of the bakery owners were extremely sympathetic to those who were on the down and out. Shinjiro had been homeless himself for a long time. And Orihime? She wasn't the sort who could just let someone bleed and starve, that was for sure.
She was generally considered the less threatening of the two, given her smaller stature and overall dorkiness compared to the more stoic and serious Shinjiro. And it was she who popped her head out the door to see what was attacking their garbage cans. She was looking at the cans first before she realized someone was underneath them, scrambling to not be there.
It was quite a sight. She took in the injuries, the lack of hair, the hungry and frightened look on his face.
'How did he get hurt?' was the first question that came to mind.
'How did he get to be so bald at such a young age?' was the second.
She was silent for a moment, gauging the situation. She could see that he was spooked, and likely to run if she didn't choose her words very carefully. If he ran, she couldn't heal him, and she couldn't protect him.
So, after a few seconds of bewildered and fretful silence, Orihime held the door open a little wider. "Anou...if you're looking for free samples, we keep them on the counter. And there's a complimentary glass of milk to wash it down!"
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"You... won't tell them I was here?"
Whoever "they" are, he speaks of them like one would a personal bully or stalker -- in hushed, fearful tones, proverbially always looking over their shoulder. His voice hasn't changed yet.
After picking a few more pieces of trash off of himself, he starts to climb to his feet (whether to take Orihime up on her offer or flee isn't clear, perhaps he hasn't even decided yet) and it's more clear than ever that there's something off about him. From his physical state -- wiry and lean with hints of a budding six pack and hollow cheeks, instead of the puppy fat a child should have -- to the haunted look in his eyes that shows that he's seen and been through more than a boy his age should ever have to.
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But there was also a faint twinge of recognition. At first it was something about the eyes. Then it was the faint pull of a sense beyond the typical. Was this David Ford? Based off of what she'd seen on the networks, she thought it might be, but she wasn't 100% sure.
Still, no matter who he was, her response was the same: "Not even if they break all my fingers and make me sleep with the fishes!" she promised, holding up a fist. She didn't know who 'they' were, but that could be saved until later. He looked less like he wanted to talk and more like he wanted something hot to eat. If this was the younger version of David Ford, then he didn't like sweets, so a meal of fresh-baked bread and fruit would do until she had a chance to cook something or order take-out.
Her head tipped back to look at the side of the building, which she then pointed at. "I have an extra flat upstairs if you want to borrow it for a few days. It's supposed to be a break room, but no one really uses it, so it's great for hiding! It has a shower, and one of those beds that hides in a closet, and a kitchen too! I'm a little proud of it," she smiled with a twinkle in her dark eyes.
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"...Thank you." He approaches the doorway Orihime is in, then stops suddenly, his expression returning to worry once more. "I don't have any...." Right, what was that thing that people in the outside world used to trade for things? They never used it in the laboratory, so 47 was only ever familiar with it in theory. "I don't have any money."
His eyes lock on to the ground in an unknowingly submissive gesture. Is that going to be a problem?
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But she also knew how awkward it could feel to take charity from someone without being able to give anything but gratitude.
She leaned against the doorjam with her hands behind her back, humming in thought. "Mmmm... Well, I don't really pay for it myself, so I wouldn't know what to charge anyway. But if you want to help out with the cleaning during closing time, I'd definitely welcome it! Then you won't have to worry about getting spotted if you're worried whoever's after you might stop by as a customer."
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"I definitely will! Thank you!" Like his adult self, he doesn't really "smile", but the life is starting to return to his eyes.
He draws a bit closer to Orihime, ready to be let inside; while he hasn't let down his guard just yet, he's more cautious than scared now. Indeed, he seems to have forgotten the miserable state he's physically in.