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Ōku Nomoji with Majima Goro.
April 12 ·
[~ Jean Pierre Polnareff ~]
[~ C L O S E D R P ~]
{{ JJBA x Yakuza }}
"Joestar-san, this place stinks!" Polnareff complained, wiping his forehead with a towel that he had snagged from the hotel room. What exactly they were doing here in this part of the country, Pol didn't even want to know. There had been far too many stops, far too many attacks, in such a short amount of time, and it was only growing closer and closer to the time yet another enemy Stand user would be coming into play.
It didn't help that they had came into places that were against proper bathrooms, and it seemed proper hygiene, to go along with it. Toilets that had hoses to wash oneself down with, toilets where pigs from the sties below had a chance to come out and poke their heads through the actual pipelines... It was far too much for a man of such high standards to go through!
Polnareff had to shower once daily, if not twice in these territories, and on top of that, couldn't even keep the stench of the locals out of his nostrils. It was enough to drive a man crazy...
Worry not, Polnareff, they had said. It would be perfectly F I N E, they said. Lies. All of them. If there was one thing that had gone wrong since he had left France, it was everything. The only positive things that had seemed to have occurred was the fact that they had finally killed Centerfold, the bastard that had ended up destroying his precious sister and taking her soul somewhere that Polnareff could not protect her..
Then again, he couldn't really protect her in this world either... could he?
Deep sigh escapes him as he ends up taking a wrong path away from his teammates, away from his friends. Great, something else to be thankful for, right?
Already in ill temper, he didn't even notice the man coming up close to him, and as was such, didn't even consider the thought of apologizing.
"... Watch where you are going, you bastard?" he growled out, his fist clenching.
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Majima Goro
Majima Goro A decent, clear night for a walk down the streets. Where everything seemed to be more lively than ever. Aside from the traffic and the light bustle of people clamoring amongst themselves. His hands in pants pockets and head lowered. The late twenty's yakuza member was heading back home. Mainly to clear his head.
A grunt escaped the eye-patch wearing male as he wandered alone. Maybe getting a drink at some local dive or doing some karaoke at the local bar would be better. It was late after all.
However, he felt someone bump into him. He froze in step and gave a rather sternful, cold gaze at theother male, who seemed rather odd and out of place.
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Ōku Nomoji
Ōku Nomoji "Ora! Didn't you hear a single word I said?" Polnareff stated again, snapping his fingers. Half-heart shaped earrings dangled from lobes, French outfit strange here in this part of Japan. What was going on with people these days? It was almost as though they were trying to annoy him?
Between days of little sleep, constant mishaps, and weeks upon weeks of nothing but misfortune, he clenched his fist, anger fit to be explosive. He was far more hot-blooded than Jotaro and Kakyoin, but at the same time, he tried to be a lot more sensible too.
Or.. well... Truth be told, he let his emotions run wild with everything that had to be done. Reaching outwards, he grabbed the man's shirt, pulling him up towards his toes.
"Oi! Talk to me!"
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