[OPEN] Earthquake Event - Clinic

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Characters: OPEN
Location: Death City - Clinic
Rating: Varied
Time: January 22 onward
Description: Any disaster naturally will have its set of injured. OOC post here.



The barn that was the clinic had thankfully been spared any major damage, and apart from its furniture and supplies in disarray, it seemed to function without much difficulty. There was the pervading stench of chemical in the air due to broken bottles of medicine, but the open windows would soon deal with that. More importantly, the clinic was ready for its slew of patients, and bustled with its business more than ever.


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[topgun_textiles]

Let the paper towels soak, gather them up, put them aside, lay fresh ones down. Kanji's eyes were focused on the task before him, working as quick as he could to keep a stain out of the carpet despite the eventual futility.

His attention was caught at the mention of sneaking out in disguise, and he thought of faerie tales he'd been read as a kid, of princes and princesses that tired of their life of luxury albeit at a short leash for something simpler yet grander. The way Ling described the sights painted pictures in Kanji's mind: He could imagine the smell wafting from the noodle carts, saw a child with the mango on a stick, saw the smiles...

And when Ling addressed him, Kanji was back, pressing paper towels into the carpet to absorb as much of the liquid they could hold.

"I'm from a pretty small town. Ask somebody in a big city like Tokyo about Inaba and they'll probably ask you what the hell you're talkin' about. Y'know, that small." He shrugged, but did not look up.

"'s quiet... ain't loud at all... bores the tourists, what few we get, but I like it. ...Though I guess if you want noisy, fish-flopping clanging, there's Okina or Tokyo. Haven't been to the latter, though."

[forhispeople]

"Iinaba," Ling tries to pronounce, likewise mopping up tea with both sleeves. "A small town, and quiet.... that sounds wonderful. Especially since you like it, it meant it suited you well."

Ling smiled, imagining Kanji in this quiet, small little town, but he found he could not quite place what the town should look like, in his mind. "What sort of things did you do there, what could you see? What sort of countryside was it in-- was it a farming village, perhaps? Or a mining town in the mountains?"

[topgun_textiles]

"It started out as a mining town," he replied, checking over the floor. Well, that's the best they could do with it. Just needed to air dry. He stood and went to dispose of the paper towels.

"Ask a tourist n' they'd tell you there ain't shit to do there. Ask a local, some say 'same thing'." He stepped to the painting of the river, gesturing to it.

"You got the Samegawa River runnin' right through the center. Some people like to fish or take a walk... I sometimes liked lyin' in the grass with nothin' to do until it got dark. Had to run home before... nevermind." He rubbed the back of his neck and shrugged.

"There's the school, the shopping district... or what's left of it... the thing to do around there was hang out at the park next to the river, chill in the shopping district, school club shit, or hit up Junes." He spoke the name as if Ling should know about it.

"...Sounds boring, maybe, but I was born there. I always found somethin' to do." What things he did, however, he didn't seem to wish to talk about. Perhaps he wasn't quite comfortable just yet, but on the other hand, how do you tell a guy you jumped into TVs and battled monsters after school?