Roleplay

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Then his mother had cried and broken another plate, while Jiro Sinclair found himself sitting at the dinning table, resting his chin against his palm. A hint of a smile was playing on his lips, and the boy was very well aware it was the cause of his mother's frustration. She would ask him what the meaning of it all would be, and he would simply tilt his head and answer that a meaning didn't exist. My only true purpose is this smile, he continued, fighting the tears which were forming in the corner of his left eye. What about her, his mother screamed, and he answered that it was for her. Silence followed.

Now he was living in his own house. Or, it wasn't exactly his house. He was renting the apartment for a shockingly low sum of money per month. Jiro almost started crying when the deal were confirmed, soon enough leaving him in an empty room which needed furniture and a loving hand. "I've been tricked into a horror story," he murmured for himself as he glared out the window and into a grey afternoon, the signed paper under his hand, still fumbling with the pencil.
Feeling slightly dizzy he felt partly asleep, only to be awoken by a low scratching. He opened his eyes, the slate sky had turned into a dark, orange glow. He saw a sparrow at the window frame, pecking the glass three times before it flew off into the night.
The morning after he had sneaked around the entryway, both the floor above and underneath him. He had meet an elderly woman who had introduced herself as Mrs. Anderson. She seemed kind, but her name made him cringe and he refused to look into her eyes.
A few other elderly people, and Jiro realized he had moved into a nursing home instead of an actual apartment. That was when he saw one of them for the first time.

He had taken on his favorite boots as he went out, with a letter in his hand and a backpack hanging lose around his shoulder. He tried to force a comb through ruffled, white hair with his free hand, but he immediately shoved it down his pocket when he heard footsteps. He was smiling when the girl came into sight, a playful glint in his eyes. When he passed her he winked and just before reaching out for the doorknob he turned his head after her. "When will I know your name?" He asked her, a question which didn't need a reply as he already knew the answer. Thanks, Mrs. Anderson.

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As he went out he laughed at her response, the sound dying out as the door closed behind him.
His intentions were to get the letter sent and return fast enough. Still, the weather was nice and there was a scent smell of rain in the air. He had a map, but Jiro had started to recognize his surroundings and he didn't even need to pull it out of his pocket as he turned the street corner, getting to a red mail box placed beside a light post.
On the opposite side of the street, he eyed a store but he couldn't determine what it was supposed to be selling as his sight wasn't very good. Should go visit an optician he reminded himself, but he would always forget about it. However, he spotted a clock above the store with frozen hands. It had stopped moving completely. Should go tell her that the clock isn't functioning, he thought, but he never did anything about it.

He headed back home, now without the letter and with both hands down his pockets.

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He stopped just before turning right, as his curiosity suddenly kicked in. For whatever reason, he just felt like taking a peak inside the shop with the broken clock.
With a little jump he moved around and headed back: He had nothing to do all day, so why not get to know this town better? After all, he would be stuck here for a while.

As he entered the store he passed a girl. The other one, he realised, but kept quiet.
Inside he could smell a mixture of herbs and chemical reactions. He started to sniff around, picking up random punches with dried leaves and sachets with powder.

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When she asked, Jiro's first idea was to answer with a suggestive comment. But instead he just shook his shoulder while sending her another glare.
"Knitbone," he said and swayed one of the punches, the dried leaves rattling inside. "Where do you have these from? Not your regular herb.." He said, a crooked smile forming at the corner of his mouth.

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When she asked, Jiro's first idea was to answer with a suggestive comment. But instead he just shook his shoulder while sending her another glare.
"Knitbone," he said and swayed one of the punches, the dried leaves rattling inside. "Where do you have these from? Not your regular herb.." He said, a crooked smile forming at the corner of his mouth.