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[astrobleme]

[network.]

[Shinji isn't mincing words today:]

This is totally outrageous.

I got a ticket from the local police for going 'too fast,' even though it was only - only!!! - by an infinitesimal amount. Literally a couple zeroes after the decimal point right here. I'm not a great pilot, I'll just say that, but there's no way I should be getting ticketed for this freaking crap. [Freaking crap. That's how you know he's really annoyed.]

So the other pilots should be aware that these so-called police are more interested in filling quotas for speeding tickets instead of actually protecting people. Whatever.


[action, aboard various ships in the Fleet.]

[Shinji and his bad mood can be found on the Red Fish, standing outside Asuka's room; on the Vanquish, in search of Kaworu; and on the Heron, his home ship, where he's trying to nurse a bruised ego with the coffee maker in the kitchen.]

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[theboogieman]

[unfortunately, one can only spend so much time on the Red Fish before crossing paths with the ship's resident Halloween decoration.

he passes through the hallway like he always does, dressed in all black, boots thudding like heavy weights. his face is definitely painted like a skull. his eyes are absolutely glowing a dim and vaguely unsettling jack-o-lantern orange. surmising an expression is tough past all the makeup, but it's easy to imagine that he's never smiled once in his entire life.

he... slows to a stop a few feet from Shinji, obviously looking the kid over and then glancing over at the door he's standing in front of. unhelpfully, he says nothing.

because everyone on this ship is so good at communicating.]

[astrobleme]

[Shinji glances over at Zhas, then, if only because most people don't stop to appraise him for no apparent reason. The skull makeup is unique, yet not that unique... Even the glowing eyes aren't particularly noteworthy. The only reason Shinji continues to stare--from behind dark sunglasses that hide his own eyes--is because he recognizes that makeup. Or, well, the description of that makeup. Asuka told him about this guy, he's fairly sure, unless there's more than one "ass" hanging out on the Red Fish with a penchant for skull makeup.

The neutral tilt of his lips doesn't last for much longer. Now it's a little more disappointed, adding to his general aura of disappointment after a disappointing day(/week/month/year/life). He hardly reacts to Zhas' presence other than to slip his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants, idle and unimpressed all at once. And he has nothing to say on his end.]

[theboogieman]

[he's thick skinned (and thick-skulled, no pun intended). it'll take a lot more than the disappointment of a scrawny-looking teenager to dissuade him from whatever path he's taking.

he continues looking at Shinji for several long seconds; it's hard to tell if he's expecting something out of him or if he just thinks it's okay to stand and watch people. his stance and posture seem very neutral, regardless of how his face looks.]

... You're Shinji.

[yikes, he's got a voice you could sand a table with.]