[text + Open Janitorman Office Log] V-Day D-Day

[whitedeviljack]

It's Valentine's Day already, huh? I really...

I miss Rose. I'd give anything to spend the day with her.

Blacky's still... I'd give anything to spend the day with This is stupid.

I just wish I knew what I was doing...

...I guess everyone knows crazy things around here can happen, so just be careful.

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[It's about that time again: Office Log time, aw yeah. As you may or may not know, Raiden's the janitor around these parts. He's probably seen you and you've probably seen him around; poking in and out of the various storage rooms and supply closets on campus, in bathrooms, and empty classrooms cleaning, fixing light bulbs and doing minor repairs, stuff like that. Maybe even driving the campus golf-cart here and there (He actually got around to fixing that dent in the front hood too.) or refilling those tricksy vending machines. Sometimes Raiden likes simply walking around campus hallways with his iPod looking like he's being busy.

You may or may not of noticed his usual chubby blue Pokemon companion (gameraaaa) has been absent, but no longer is that the case. Gamera's back! He's actually been back for a few weeks but Raiden's been rather diligent about keeping up his training and diet, so that might explain backdating why he hasn't been seen too much. Plus, it's kind of cold and snowy out still. But now you can easily find both Raiden and Gamera doing their janitor man thing.

Need a scapegoat something cleaned? Notice something amiss in the school? Maybe looking for some casual information or rumors Raiden might of heard in his hallway cleaning adventures? (The hallways have eyes and ears.) Mistake him for a woman again? Just want to troll bother the poor bastard? It's all good. Dates acceptable [02/12] until the end of the month [02/29]. Back/future date as you please!]

<b>Date and Relative time:</b> <b>Where:</b> (This can seriously be anywhere you like on campus; hallways, empty classrooms, stadium, bathrooms, but if you want ~*~privacy~*~ Raiden does have his own little half-office in the back of AE20. It's kind of small, spartan, has a desk with an answering machine on it and some boxes... not much else.) He can also be found in TD-03. <b>Open or Closed?:</b> (Open means it's fair game for thread-hijacking, closed means just the opposite!)

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[whitedeviljack]

Those sure were tight jeans. Not that Raiden was going to be looking or anything--what he was looking forward to was a free meal. His life had been a bit of a mess lately; Gamera was one victory over life, but this recent spiel with Blacky had him settling back in a dark and dismal mood. He couldn't spend this holiday with Rosemary and he couldn't spend it with Blacky either.

Women. Women were so frustrating. So frustrating he was almost looking forward to this, if only to vent to someone who would undoubtedly agree with him. For that someone to be Raikov, that said a lot. Ten o'clock came, and Raiden was ready.

"Just a second...!" He called behind the door as he fumbled around for a jacket, then opened the door.

"...Hi." He greeted, in a tone that might as well of said 'let's get this over with'.

[majorcrotchgrab]

Consider yourself slapped lightly, Raiden. He didn't look too impressed either. What a little bitch he was.

"Sound more happy when you see me. You're getting free food after all."

[whitedeviljack]

What a little bitch! The slapee rubbed his cheek a little, stunned, not expecting that so soon in their date (mind you, he was expecting it at some point).

"I'm not going to be happy to see you if all you're going to do is slap my ass me all night!"

[majorcrotchgrab]

Raikov rolled his eyes. Why was Raiden so difficult? He just wanted to spend some time with his... clone... brother... twin..?

"I can kiss it and make it better."

[whitedeviljack]

"No." Raiden immediately answered.

"No... let's... just go to dinner."

[majorcrotchgrab]

"Alright then..." He chuckled to himself.

Raikov decided to be nice for once and led his delicious twin to a very nice restaurant. A fancy wine and steak place. Once inside, the greeter led them to a table and handed them their menus, informing them their waiter would be with them shortly.

As the Russian glanced through the menu, he decided to start up conversation because he had a feeling Raiden wouldn't do it himself.

"So, how have you been? You never talk to me."

[whitedeviljack]

"I don't really have a lot to talk about."

But that was a lie, as the RECENTLY DEVELOPED bandage around his wrist implied. That still hurt, and he had no inclination of seeing anyone about it. He just wanted to run away from everything again, and this dinner was going to be as close as he could get without actually doing it.

All that had hurt, though not unlike a secondary stinging he felt. The sensation left as quickly as came, leaving Raiden distracted at best, and Dr. Wily's creation laughing maniacally to itself somewhere in the distance. Raiden tried to hide himself behind the menu but it wasn't working.

"Except. Stuff." Wow, great lead-in. But to his merit, Raiden felt weird now.

[majorcrotchgrab]

Raikov tilted his head, trying to inspect Raiden's face despite the menu being in front of it. At least he could judge by his voice.

"So, you do have things to talk about, you just don't want to... Let me guess: girl problems?"

Jack was far too easy to read. Or maybe he just understood him better being his.. twin.. or whatever.