Hazel Lockwood (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
deadtective) wrote2015-01-08 01:21 am
deadtective) wrote2015-01-08 01:21 am
Entry tags:
text; backdated to the 16th if the date doesnt work we can pick a different one!!
ahanalyzing
2015-01-20 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
Hazel.
Our agreed upon meeting is now scheduled for the 18th of January, 5:00pm, at Heropa #13. In the event you are unable to attend, please let me know and we can agree upon another time more accommodating of your own schedule.
- Courtney.
(log is here!)
Our agreed upon meeting is now scheduled for the 18th of January, 5:00pm, at Heropa #13. In the event you are unable to attend, please let me know and we can agree upon another time more accommodating of your own schedule.
- Courtney.
(log is here!)
Watching a documentary on the oil industry in Alaska. Why?
[there's a sort of lack of the usual good-natured teasing that catches Hazel's attention. what, no inquiries as to whether she's looking to purchase a rig up there or something? she frowns, although obviously no one can see.]
Sure, if you want me to. I've got literally the entire night to kill. You want me to bring anything?
Sure, if you want me to. I've got literally the entire night to kill. You want me to bring anything?
A bunch, yeah. Any genre you want in particular?
[because, uh. most of them are adaptions of Gothic classics or Disney movies. she's a little leery of sharing how extensive her collection is.]
[because, uh. most of them are adaptions of Gothic classics or Disney movies. she's a little leery of sharing how extensive her collection is.]
Sure. See you in a bit.
[thankfully most of her movies have been downloaded to her communicator (which she'd been thrilled to discover sync up to tvs) so she only needs to shove a couple of physical DVDs into her coat pockets. hopefully he likes martial arts films and old-ass classic thrillers.
she doesn't bother to get out of the pajamas she's taken to wearing after sundown since her fashion safari, although she does pause to search for shoes. because obviously those will make her look normal as she hauls ass over to Josuke's.
it's not long before she's rapping on his door, which I assume is happening here because I don't know much about the etiquette of contact posts feel free to correct me lmao.]
[thankfully most of her movies have been downloaded to her communicator (which she'd been thrilled to discover sync up to tvs) so she only needs to shove a couple of physical DVDs into her coat pockets. hopefully he likes martial arts films and old-ass classic thrillers.
she doesn't bother to get out of the pajamas she's taken to wearing after sundown since her fashion safari, although she does pause to search for shoes. because obviously those will make her look normal as she hauls ass over to Josuke's.
it's not long before she's rapping on his door, which I assume is happening here because I don't know much about the etiquette of contact posts feel free to correct me lmao.]
[I'm answering. Josuke's answering the door, too. We're so good we're golden!
And he's...definitely dressed down compared to the norm: bare feet, a flat white tee, and some loose pajama pants. What remains the same, at least, is the presence of the golden studs in his ears and his styled hair. Although the latter may not be as flawless looking as normal, but that's to be expected. Josuke's kind of bristly at the moment.
But he manages a smile when he opens the door for Hazel, anyway.]
Nice coat. When'd you get that?
[And he steps aside to let her in.]
And he's...definitely dressed down compared to the norm: bare feet, a flat white tee, and some loose pajama pants. What remains the same, at least, is the presence of the golden studs in his ears and his styled hair. Although the latter may not be as flawless looking as normal, but that's to be expected. Josuke's kind of bristly at the moment.
But he manages a smile when he opens the door for Hazel, anyway.]
Nice coat. When'd you get that?
[And he steps aside to let her in.]
[well, at least she's not the odd one out in sleepwear. she flashes a wry little smile back at him as she steps in, heading instinctively towards the living room because it's really the only place in here she knows how to get to with any certainty.]
The day after we went shopping, I think? I needed some other stuff after all that, and it was right in the thrift shop window...
[she couldn't help herself, ok. she thinks it's adorable and it was like thirty dollars.]
The day after we went shopping, I think? I needed some other stuff after all that, and it was right in the thrift shop window...
[she couldn't help herself, ok. she thinks it's adorable and it was like thirty dollars.]
Yeah? Talk about a great find.
[Josuke definitely wasn't making fun of the coat. It suits her! And in a good way. Plus, it beats straight black, right? She's a...living dead person. She should have some color in her wardrobe.
Anyway, after shutting the door, Josuke follows Hazel toward the living room. It's set up simply enough, the television on, blankets thrown haphazardly across the cushions, pillows piled up at either end, and there's popcorn and soda on the table. Not that Hazel can have either, but it gave him something to do, alright? So he prepped food and drink.]
You got the movies? You okay putting them on or do you wanna grab a seat and let me do it?
[Josuke definitely wasn't making fun of the coat. It suits her! And in a good way. Plus, it beats straight black, right? She's a...living dead person. She should have some color in her wardrobe.
Anyway, after shutting the door, Josuke follows Hazel toward the living room. It's set up simply enough, the television on, blankets thrown haphazardly across the cushions, pillows piled up at either end, and there's popcorn and soda on the table. Not that Hazel can have either, but it gave him something to do, alright? So he prepped food and drink.]
You got the movies? You okay putting them on or do you wanna grab a seat and let me do it?
Nah, I can do it. That way you get a nice surprise in a few minutes.
[she sheds the coat, slinging it over the back of the couch after fishing out the DVDs that had been taking a ride in it. she crouches down in front of the television and pops one in, steadfastly ignoring the tantalizing movie snacks nearby. god dammit.
she pops in whatever the expy version of Dragons Forever is, because what is better when you're feeling kind of frazzled than watching Jackie Chan kick Benny the Jet through an electrified display case? nothing. nothing, that's what.nothing she's willing to watch with anyone else, at least
once Hazel's got it going she flops onto a free space in the couch, glancing over at Josuke with faint uncertainty. should she ask if this was some kind of serious ennui attack or something more serious? maybe she should wait until the film gets rolling. casual. smooth.]
[she sheds the coat, slinging it over the back of the couch after fishing out the DVDs that had been taking a ride in it. she crouches down in front of the television and pops one in, steadfastly ignoring the tantalizing movie snacks nearby. god dammit.
she pops in whatever the expy version of Dragons Forever is, because what is better when you're feeling kind of frazzled than watching Jackie Chan kick Benny the Jet through an electrified display case? nothing. nothing, that's what.
once Hazel's got it going she flops onto a free space in the couch, glancing over at Josuke with faint uncertainty. should she ask if this was some kind of serious ennui attack or something more serious? maybe she should wait until the film gets rolling. casual. smooth.]
[While Hazel sets up the movie, Josuke crashes into his corner of the sofa and attempts to get comfortable. After several minutes of tugging one blanket over him and then shoving it back off again, adjusting the pillows behind him, and switching positions multiple times, he finally stops fidgeting as Hazel takes her seat and the movie begins playing.
Is the silence that follows as awkward for her as it is for him? He's not sure, but it feels kind of like it might be. Is that why he thinks can feel her glancing his way periodically? Or maybe...maybe she just needs something? Who knows.
He waits until he can tell she's looking before turning to look at her.]
...comfy?
Is the silence that follows as awkward for her as it is for him? He's not sure, but it feels kind of like it might be. Is that why he thinks can feel her glancing his way periodically? Or maybe...maybe she just needs something? Who knows.
He waits until he can tell she's looking before turning to look at her.]
...comfy?
[so casual and subtle that her eyeballing gets her caught. good work as usual, Lockwood. Hazel flaps her hand a little too hard, trying her best not to look like she was just being weird.]
I couldn't tell if I wasn't anyway.
[a lie, but her current comfort isn't exactly at the forefront of her mind. maybe in like half an hour when she ends up laying upside-down on the couch or something.
for now she nudges her discarded shoes with a foot, letting the silence settle back down onto them for a beat or two. she finally gathers herself up for another comment, actually managing a casual conversational tone this time.]
I was just thinking about how bored you must be, really.
[yeah, that's good and not awkward. making up point for that last fumble here.]
I couldn't tell if I wasn't anyway.
[a lie, but her current comfort isn't exactly at the forefront of her mind. maybe in like half an hour when she ends up laying upside-down on the couch or something.
for now she nudges her discarded shoes with a foot, letting the silence settle back down onto them for a beat or two. she finally gathers herself up for another comment, actually managing a casual conversational tone this time.]
I was just thinking about how bored you must be, really.
[yeah, that's good and not awkward. making up point for that last fumble here.]
Oh. Makes sense, I guess.
[Actually, he's not really sure if it makes sense at all. Sure, he knows she can't feel much of anything, but...well, she has to have a preferred position for sitting in, right? And what about having enough room? Maybe he should kick his legs off the sofa...?
Josuke looks away. And awkwardly eyes Hazel's shoes on the floor where his gaze lands. Why didn't he ask her to leave those at the door? Must have just...slipped his mind. Like a lot of things are seeming to do tonight.]
Anyway, I'm not bored. [Does he seem bored, he wonders?] We haven't really hung out since we went to the mall, so...it seemed like a good thing to do.
[This late at night. Sure, why not. It's not like she sleeps or anything.]
[Actually, he's not really sure if it makes sense at all. Sure, he knows she can't feel much of anything, but...well, she has to have a preferred position for sitting in, right? And what about having enough room? Maybe he should kick his legs off the sofa...?
Josuke looks away. And awkwardly eyes Hazel's shoes on the floor where his gaze lands. Why didn't he ask her to leave those at the door? Must have just...slipped his mind. Like a lot of things are seeming to do tonight.]
Anyway, I'm not bored. [Does he seem bored, he wonders?] We haven't really hung out since we went to the mall, so...it seemed like a good thing to do.
[This late at night. Sure, why not. It's not like she sleeps or anything.]
An hour before midnight? Didn't tell me one of your superpowers was not needing sleep anymore.
[she leans back, sort of half-disappearing into the mound of blankets thrown onto the couch behind her. Hazel's tone makes it clear that this is the last time she's going to prod at this issue if he doesn't want to bother with it, but also that she's aware his excuses are as poor as hers usually are.]
[she leans back, sort of half-disappearing into the mound of blankets thrown onto the couch behind her. Hazel's tone makes it clear that this is the last time she's going to prod at this issue if he doesn't want to bother with it, but also that she's aware his excuses are as poor as hers usually are.]
[...Here's the thing. He could tell her that he wanted company to help blow off steam because his old man said something stupid and it kind of hurt, tell her that he knew the city might be shut down with it being after business hours now and that most sensible people were trying to catch some shuteye, tell her that he knew at least she'd be awake, but no matter how he tries to phrase all of that in his head? It sounds selfish and insensitive and while it's all true, he doesn't feel like making her feel as bad as he does.
Maybe a partial truth, then?]
I can't sleep right now, okay? Too much on my mind.
[And obviously he doesn't want to think about it too much. Because if he thinks about it, he'll feel like banging his head against a wall. Why? Because no matter how hard he tries to wrap his head around what Joseph said, it still sounded like a shot taken at him and...what the hell did he do to deserve that? He'd thought things were going great! He was actually flying high for a couple of minutes, really glad his old man was lightening up for a change and seeming like he was going to trust him to be able to handle himself in a dangerous situation!
...he pauses, frowning at the blankets knotting between his hands. Then glances sidelong at Hazel. Squished into...her blankets like she's being swallowed alive by a giant flannel monster. He relaxes a little and smiles.]
Anyway, what's the big deal? It's not like you live far, and we're friends, right? I should be able to invite you over in the middle of the night to stay up with me and watch movies until the break of dawn!
Maybe a partial truth, then?]
I can't sleep right now, okay? Too much on my mind.
[And obviously he doesn't want to think about it too much. Because if he thinks about it, he'll feel like banging his head against a wall. Why? Because no matter how hard he tries to wrap his head around what Joseph said, it still sounded like a shot taken at him and...what the hell did he do to deserve that? He'd thought things were going great! He was actually flying high for a couple of minutes, really glad his old man was lightening up for a change and seeming like he was going to trust him to be able to handle himself in a dangerous situation!
...he pauses, frowning at the blankets knotting between his hands. Then glances sidelong at Hazel. Squished into...her blankets like she's being swallowed alive by a giant flannel monster. He relaxes a little and smiles.]
Anyway, what's the big deal? It's not like you live far, and we're friends, right? I should be able to invite you over in the middle of the night to stay up with me and watch movies until the break of dawn!
Hey, you won't hear me complaining. You're a hell of a lot more fun than War and Peace - which is what they've been playing on the movie channel for the past week, by the way.
[distraction? Hazel can definitely be a distraction from heavy thoughts. she's been nothing but that to herself since being resurrected, doggedly throwing herself into everything from phone apps to classic literature to keep her mind from wandering during the long nights.
if that's what Josuke needs right now, she can absolutely give that to him. it's what friends do, right? worst comes to worst, she breaks out the swamp werewolf story.]
Just don't expect me to try and braid your hair after we blow through all the movies.
[distraction? Hazel can definitely be a distraction from heavy thoughts. she's been nothing but that to herself since being resurrected, doggedly throwing herself into everything from phone apps to classic literature to keep her mind from wandering during the long nights.
if that's what Josuke needs right now, she can absolutely give that to him. it's what friends do, right? worst comes to worst, she breaks out the swamp werewolf story.]
Just don't expect me to try and braid your hair after we blow through all the movies.
You shoulda come over sooner, in that case. I'm loads more fun than War and Peace.
[He shakes his head before turning his attention to the television...and frowning at the slapfest between the supposed hero and some woman.
The 80's, man. The 80's. How was that kind of thing ever okay?]
Oh, and if you touch my hair, we're gonna have a problem. I got a whole arsenal of pillows right here, in case you haven't noticed. And I won't hesitate to lay you flat.
[He shakes his head before turning his attention to the television...and frowning at the slapfest between the supposed hero and some woman.
The 80's, man. The 80's. How was that kind of thing ever okay?]
Oh, and if you touch my hair, we're gonna have a problem. I got a whole arsenal of pillows right here, in case you haven't noticed. And I won't hesitate to lay you flat.
[it was alright to shove women around in the 80s because their shoulderpads and big hair protected them from real harm. it was like business armor.]
You can't lay me flat, that would require my being able to feel any of that. [she leans forward a little and wiggles her fingers at him] Besides, it's that or I paint your nails.
You can't lay me flat, that would require my being able to feel any of that. [she leans forward a little and wiggles her fingers at him] Besides, it's that or I paint your nails.
[Tell that to the chick's bloody face.
Anyway, Josuke laughs at Hazel's statement.]
You don't need to feel a thing for me to floor you! What even gave you that idea?
[And in response to her waggling fingers, he whaps her hand with a pillow.]
No polish! ...besides, where would you even get any? [A beat, and then a vaguely horrified look.] You didn't bring some, did you?
[Because he's sure as shit not sleeping if she did.]
Anyway, Josuke laughs at Hazel's statement.]
You don't need to feel a thing for me to floor you! What even gave you that idea?
[And in response to her waggling fingers, he whaps her hand with a pillow.]
No polish! ...besides, where would you even get any? [A beat, and then a vaguely horrified look.] You didn't bring some, did you?
[Because he's sure as shit not sleeping if she did.]
Who walks around with pockets full of nail polish? Come on.
[she meets his horrified look with a flat one of her own. the bottles would get broken so super fast, be reasonable here dude. once her hands gets whapped, she sits up a little more so she can get a handle on the pillows he's leaning against and yank.]
And what I mean is that no matter how many times you knock me over, I'm just going to get back up! I can do it until you pass out!
[she meets his horrified look with a flat one of her own. the bottles would get broken so super fast, be reasonable here dude. once her hands gets whapped, she sits up a little more so she can get a handle on the pillows he's leaning against and yank.]
And what I mean is that no matter how many times you knock me over, I'm just going to get back up! I can do it until you pass out!
Someone sneaky and up to no good.
[Nail polish bottles aren't that breakable!
Anyway...sdfsajggkajdfhg flailing after the pillow she grabbed because come on did you not see how long it took him to get comfortable, give that back!]
So what you're saying is that you're one of those clown bopper things!
[Tugging on the pillow.]
[Nail polish bottles aren't that breakable!
Anyway...sdfsajggkajdfhg flailing after the pillow she grabbed because come on did you not see how long it took him to get comfortable, give that back!]
So what you're saying is that you're one of those clown bopper things!
[Tugging on the pillow.]
yeah, i've only ever seen it in bits and pieces because netflix never has it on instant. >:(
deadtective
2015-02-07 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[nope nope, you're going to have to fight her for it! Hazel falls backwards onto the couch to escape his lunge, pulling the contraband close against her chest. she is completely prepared to roll into some fetal position and roll right off the couch to protect it if she has to, don't think she won't.]
No, I'm like some kind of underweight boxer. And I'm going all the way to the championship.
No, I'm like some kind of underweight boxer. And I'm going all the way to the championship.
Page 1 of 95