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4 [@dodger//video]
[When the feed switches on, he's fixing his phone's position. His face isn't visible, but it is possible to see the outline of the wraps on his wrists, and the tattoos stretching up across his forearms.
Then he moves back to a stool set up in the room, perfectly lit and angled so that he's just barely obscured enough to show his silhouette without much detail in his appearance. He's not wearing his favorite hoodie for once, just a black band t-shirt with his silver necklace pulled out to be visible over the shirt. His gold necklace is still hidden under it.
The figure is in the middle of Eichi Tenshouin's bedroom, in the Tenshouin estate. Behind him, though the room is rather dark aside from a light he set up to light him from behind, the audience will be able to see a room that is mostly barren aside from a few posters of Wataru Hibiki, a bed and a desk covered in neatly-organized music sheets. It's a place that's really only recognizable if someone knew the original owner, and otherwise looks like a set rather than somewhere that someone lived.
For those who have yet to meet him, the figure in the video is Jamie Dodger. He's missing his right eye, there are deep scars across his face, and there are gauze wraps over his wrists that hide half of his forearms. For a man of only 25, he looks like he's walked through hell, but for once he isn't trying to boost up his street cred by threatening the network as a whole.
Instead he simply pulls out a guitar from behind the stool, and begins playing. The song he sings is slow and melancholy, a tribute for the man that he has spent nearly three weeks now mourning and is trying so hard to get over. Eichi had never gotten to hear him play... so he guesses it's sort of wishful thinking that playing publically would make him feel better about that, even if Eichi is no longer here to know it.
Though most people won't know the struggle that brought this song around, at least the music is good. Dodger is a skilled musician, and his voice is deep and gruff without sacrificing much range. More than anything, there's a lot of emotion in his singing. And when the song is over, he is silent for several seconds before getting up and wordlessly shutting off the feed.]
Then he moves back to a stool set up in the room, perfectly lit and angled so that he's just barely obscured enough to show his silhouette without much detail in his appearance. He's not wearing his favorite hoodie for once, just a black band t-shirt with his silver necklace pulled out to be visible over the shirt. His gold necklace is still hidden under it.
The figure is in the middle of Eichi Tenshouin's bedroom, in the Tenshouin estate. Behind him, though the room is rather dark aside from a light he set up to light him from behind, the audience will be able to see a room that is mostly barren aside from a few posters of Wataru Hibiki, a bed and a desk covered in neatly-organized music sheets. It's a place that's really only recognizable if someone knew the original owner, and otherwise looks like a set rather than somewhere that someone lived.
For those who have yet to meet him, the figure in the video is Jamie Dodger. He's missing his right eye, there are deep scars across his face, and there are gauze wraps over his wrists that hide half of his forearms. For a man of only 25, he looks like he's walked through hell, but for once he isn't trying to boost up his street cred by threatening the network as a whole.
Instead he simply pulls out a guitar from behind the stool, and begins playing. The song he sings is slow and melancholy, a tribute for the man that he has spent nearly three weeks now mourning and is trying so hard to get over. Eichi had never gotten to hear him play... so he guesses it's sort of wishful thinking that playing publically would make him feel better about that, even if Eichi is no longer here to know it.
Though most people won't know the struggle that brought this song around, at least the music is good. Dodger is a skilled musician, and his voice is deep and gruff without sacrificing much range. More than anything, there's a lot of emotion in his singing. And when the song is over, he is silent for several seconds before getting up and wordlessly shutting off the feed.]
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If it doesn't matter, then get off of me. I'll give you an hour later.
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It does matter, it's just none of your business.
[He leans closer, giving her a hard, cold look as he mutters with their lips an inch apart:]
If you keep pissing me off, I'm going to have to teach you to give me respect. And neither of us want that, alright? So shut up and try to learn some fucking manners. You self-righteous fucking bitch.
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Respect here should be mutual. [ Which is generous of her, honestly. ] We're allies, aren't we? It's the only thing that's kept me this patient with you. But keep this up, and I might have to change my mind.
[ Despite the fact that she currently can't beat his strength and sit up. She'll figure something out if it comes to it. ]
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[You know, how you talk to your girlfriend?]
Which means giving me the courtesy of at least acting like you give a fuck about me when you invite me over. You think I don't have my own shit to do? I put it aside so I could see you. You can at least do the same for ten fucking minutes.
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Her pause ends in a redouble of her struggle against him, hands twisting in his grasp to at least try and dig her nails into his hands. ]
Then get off of me, or I'll consider this a challenge.
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Fucking try me. See how well you can cast your magic with a hole through your stomach.
[This time, though, he isn't waiting for her to start the fight. His hands heat up briefly, just long enough to brand her wrists with deep burns, and he keeps holding them after the heat passes to keep the pain burning through them.]
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What a shame.
The burn at her wrists hurts, of course, but mostly she just looks disappointed. She stares at him through it, lip curled only slightly for the pain -- and then disappears. It's no invisibility, it seems she just vanishes entirely, leaving no trace of herself. ]
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It takes a few moments for him to cool down, and... when the anger is gone, the hurt sets in. He'd just wanted her attention - hell, if she'd fought him, at least that would have been something. Instead she's just left him feeling hollow, just a bit more hollow than he already was.
When he gets up he aims a punch at the wall, far too easily blowing a hole through it, before he sinks to the floor and puts his face in his hands. It'll take him a while to calm down completely... and he might be crying.]
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Her magic is worked subtly, as ever, and the sparrow outside appears to pay no attention to Onyx's voice suddenly manifesting inside the room, from an untraceable source. ]
Don't you have anywhere to be?
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With a rushed motion he wipes his eyes, and rubs the back of his neck.]
Gee, I don't know - I cleared my schedule to spend some time with my girlfriend, so I don't got a lot of shit to do now.
[His tone is sharp, but... the hurt is obvious on his face. He isn't angry at all anymore, he's just depressed.]
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You're being unpleasant, and you burned me. I don't want to be around you today.
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I didn't mean to, alright? I lost my temper, I just- really need you today.
[And... yeah, he doesn't like admitting that one bit. But it's the truth.]
I don't know too many people that put up with me, I need someone to keep me company before I do something stupid. I'm sorry, alright?
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I don't owe you anything, and you can't make me do anything. Say it, or you'll have one less person that puts up with you.
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Onyx... I don't know what you want me to say. But I'll say it, whatever you want. Just... stick around me a little longer. Please?
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But this is abnormal from Dodger, so she'll put up with it. For now. Provided he isn't awful in any other ways.
Her spell is ending though, and this is something she'd rather hear from him directly. So all her voice says is: ] Wait.
[ And if he's waited this long, surely he won't mind five minutes more. That's how long it takes for Onyx to make her way back to where she'd abandoned her clothing, change back into a human, dress, and return to her room. She goes on foot this time, and pushes the door open without knock or preamble. She stands in the doorway, one hand on the doorknob like she's ready to swing it shut again, already looking short on patience. ]
Just like I said it, I don't owe you anything and you can't make me do anything. I want to hear you admit it.
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You don't owe me anything. I can't make you do anything.
[There's something so very... obedient, about the way he says it. He slips closer to her, leaning against the doorframe and giving her the best puppy eyes he can manage.]
Come on, Onyx, you're killing me here. Just let me stick around you a while, alright? Please?
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I'm going to the jungle. I won't stop you from coming along, if that's what you want.
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He could almost be angry, but more than anything it gives him a keen sense of despair.]
I'll stay behind. [His voice is full of defeat, and he fails to look at her as he speaks.] Sorry my presence bothers you so much.