Suply and Demand Must Go On

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Characters: OU!Charles Offdensen [metalcfo] | OPEN
When: Sunday, July 25th
Where: The Apartments
Rating: PG-13 at the most
Summary: In which Charles finds his alcohol and a few other things to bring home.



Getting across the river had been hard enough, it was getting back across that proved to be difficult. What was odd was the fact that being in that other city had been the easy part. He made sure his suit was perfect, but hair a bit mussed along with keeping the scar concealer in his jacket pocket rather than on his face. Overall, the look had allowed him to wander about in the local areas without causing much of a second glance. The fun for him had come when he got to use his language skills on vendors and those around him, speaking casually with the citizens as if he were one of their own. Thank god the boys had such a global reach, if not his years of European languages would have gone to waste.

In Credinta, had managed to play the role of sliver-tongued prince with vendors, slowly gathering up supplies he would take back "home" with him. Food, clean water, articles of clothing for the necessities, and alcohol, cleaning products, flashlights, batteries of varying sizes as well as other creature comforts like junk foods, candy and cigarettes. All in all, it had been a very successful outing across the river. When it came time to going back across the river from whence he came, Charles found getting his hard earned items across dry and in once piece a challenge. But, after finding something to float them along on, it was manageable.

Now it was the fun part. The manager had no need for everything he brought back, of course not. He was a business man after all. Sending out an open message to residents of what he now "stocked," Charles made himself comfortable in his apartment. People might not have had money to give, but services and lesser items were always welcomed. Bartering had been the first form of payment after all.

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Ritsuka had hesitated some time in his room before exiting and wandering down the hall to Mr. Offdensen's room. He combed his fingers through his hair and took a slow breath before knocking. He'd brought his bad with him, not sure what exactly he had that was worth anything, but it was worth a shot.

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Hearing the knock, Charles set his newly acquired book down on the couch and got to his feet, moving to the shoddy table with an equally sturdy looking chair, folding his hands together on the surface.

"Come in." At the man's side was a note pad and pen, items gathered from Credinta stashed away from prying eyes or those who would try to steal them. Years of hiding things from the boys had taught him a thing or too about strategic stashing and note taking.

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He hovered by the door, gripping the doorframe and glancing back into the hall uncertainly. He didn't kow this man....but Soubi was close, and this wasn't like with the Joker...he'd be fine. He let go and followed him into the room, switching to English after hearing him speak.

"You said you had...things to sell?" he asked uncertainly.

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As the door opened, hazel eyes widened just a bit, surprised at such a young face appearing in the doorway. An image of a young Toki standing in his office, asking if he could try-out for Dethklok. He had to shake the image out ever so slightly.

"Yes, I have, ah, many things to offer today. What interests you?" Pulling the notepad close, Charles held his pen, wanting to write down what was wanted and the boy's name. "What's your name by the way?"

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"Mm...Ritsuka," he mumbled shyly, thinking a moment, "Um...well, I need some pants," he started. His old ones had been tailored for his tail, and without it he had managed a clumsy job sewing it back up, "And um...cigarettes? For Soubi...I don't smoke," he explained.

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"Noted." The name and items were written down quickly before Charles turned his gaze back up to the boy. Those pants did look a complete mess... "What do you have to offer? I don't want to take too much from you, the pants will be free since they're an absolute necessity."

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Ritsuka flushed lightly, rubbing at the back of his neck, bowing his head gratefully, "That's...thank you," he said with a small smile, pulling his bag close and looking through, "I've um...I've got a few textbooks, and some yen, and a few notebooks and...pencils and stuff." He gave a flustered look, "It's all junk here I guess."

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Charles motioned for the boy to come closer, eying the bag as he did so. "What sort of textbooks do you have? With your mention of yen, I can read Japanese so they would not be a problem." He would be far more advanced than anything those books could offer but they could keep his mind sharp during the lulls that came over the area.

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He drew closer, hesitating before abruptly handing over his bag for him to look through himself. "Philosophy, Japanese History, and English, and a book of math problems," he said, thinking carefully, the rest of his books would have been in his locker, "And there should be a book about Nietzsche."

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Taking the offered bag, the manager rummaged through it before pulling out the philosophy and math book. Setting them on the table, Charles wrote down what he had picked before getting up and walking off to a separate area with the bag. Things were moved and gone through and a pair of pants, carton of cigarettes, pack of matches and a small bottle of clothing detergent were placed in the bag.

Charles headed back to his table, setting the bag down on the table to write down what was being given along side what had been taken. "You're all set, ah, Ritsuka. Everything you need is in your bag. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

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He beamed at the older man, shaking head and scooping up the bag, "No, that is wonderful, thank you um..." he trailed off, blushing when he realized he didn't know the man's name, "Um...Sensei," he finished uncertainly, not sure what to call him.

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"It's ah, Charles." Writing a few more things down, the older flipped to the next page before going through the two books he had picked out, inspecting his new acquisitions. These would be fine... For now.

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Youji had slipped into the apartment building, fingers tracing along the walls. He didn't bother with knocking, poking his head inside the advertised door curiously. "Heeey, you the one with the stuff?" he asked, ears perking. He'd been wandering all round the city, but he was still a bit nervous about being in the apartments. The murderers back at the Joker's seemed to like him better than they did here. That didn't wipe the grin from his face though.

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The man barely had enough time to put things away once Ritsuka left before the door was opened and a... Boy with cat ears? Maybe it was time to fix that glasses prescription. If that was even possible here.

"Yes, I am. Is there something which you're looking for?" Charles pulled his notepad close, hands resting on the smooth surface.