[ majima's sauntering out to the blooming tree, a bottle of vodka in one hand and a lighter in another. the bottle is full and he's not drinking any of it, but when he gets near enough to the white barrier ]
Eh? What?
[ he knows better than to try to poke it or anything so he just takes a step back, looks at the ground of grass and proceeds to open the bottle and pour the contents out, covering a nice little patch of grass. he kicks the empty bottle away, pulls a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and lights one for himself. ]
Fuck this.
[ his pendant is showing, and he flicks it with two fingers like hes trying to get their attention and then drops the lit cigarette into the vodka to light the grass on fire. ]
Enjoy the show.
afternoon; armory
[ after the fire thing doesn't work out majima goes upstairs to the armory (a place he is now, for better or worse, intimately familiar with) he's stiff and anxious on his first step into the the room, but he pushes himself past it. he seems to be collecting swords - doesn't matter which ones, just a nice handful. he's really intent on what he's doing so he might not notice if anyone comes in here. then again someone just died in here so like who is gonna be in here anyway? ]
post-armory; fire-chan
[ after collecting the swords majima's down at fire-chan trying to chat it up. ]
Come on, Fire-chan, ya're always real beautiful, jus' eat the damn swords.
[ but fire-chan is pretty set on not listening to him so he's just arguing with it while holding these damn things. ]
evening; kitchen
[ he doesn't actually appear to be making food, he's just chilling here because it's a place to go. they've got lots of time before curfew still but: ]
Hey, ya think they'd still really kill us for the terrible offense of sleepin' in here? Even though they need nine or whatever?
no subject
[ majima's sauntering out to the blooming tree, a bottle of vodka in one hand and a lighter in another. the bottle is full and he's not drinking any of it, but when he gets near enough to the white barrier ]
Eh? What?
[ he knows better than to try to poke it or anything so he just takes a step back, looks at the ground of grass and proceeds to open the bottle and pour the contents out, covering a nice little patch of grass. he kicks the empty bottle away, pulls a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and lights one for himself. ]
Fuck this.
[ his pendant is showing, and he flicks it with two fingers like hes trying to get their attention and then drops the lit cigarette into the vodka to light the grass on fire. ]
Enjoy the show.
afternoon; armory
[ after the fire thing doesn't work out majima goes upstairs to the armory (a place he is now, for better or worse, intimately familiar with) he's stiff and anxious on his first step into the the room, but he pushes himself past it. he seems to be collecting swords - doesn't matter which ones, just a nice handful. he's really intent on what he's doing so he might not notice if anyone comes in here. then again someone just died in here so like who is gonna be in here anyway? ]
post-armory; fire-chan
[ after collecting the swords majima's down at fire-chan trying to chat it up. ]
Come on, Fire-chan, ya're always real beautiful, jus' eat the damn swords.
[ but fire-chan is pretty set on not listening to him so he's just arguing with it while holding these damn things. ]
evening; kitchen
[ he doesn't actually appear to be making food, he's just chilling here because it's a place to go. they've got lots of time before curfew still but: ]
Hey, ya think they'd still really kill us for the terrible offense of sleepin' in here? Even though they need nine or whatever?