Tomorrow Never Knows Best :: 008 :: Samejima Mamimi

[f-i-r-e-starter.livejournal.com]

[Mamimi is wandering through the streets of Pripyat with no real destination in mind. She's walking down the middle of the street humming vaguely to herself and smoking. She stops every so often and takes a few pictures with her camera, a bulky relic possibly older than she is. She kneels in the middle of the street to change the film, winding the roll all the way back before pressing in the release on the bottom and opening the back. Feel free to interrupt her as she performs this delicate operation.]

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[f-i-r-e-starter.livejournal.com]

[Aw! Praise! Mamimi likes praise! She almost never gets it!]

Really?!

[And no one's ever told her that before]

[picklesgonewild.livejournal.com]

If I didn't mean it, I wouldn't have said it, kid.

[his big toothy grin remains as he speaks. While he could EASILY knock this kid out in no time flat, he still had high hopes for her in the future...just not too high]

[f-i-r-e-starter.livejournal.com]

[She bows]

Thank you, Piccolo-san! Thank you!

[picklesgonewild.livejournal.com]

[He gives Mamimi a playful punch on the shoulder]

Well don't think you're done yet kid. If you want to get better you're going to need to practice.

[f-i-r-e-starter.livejournal.com]

Okay! I'm ready!

[picklesgonewild.livejournal.com]

[He thinks for a moment about what to teach her next. He's taught her the very most basic stances, he's confident that she is clever enough to take care of herself, well there was one very valuable thing to teach her. He grabs her wrist and holds onto it with the approximated strength of an average human.]

Alright, how do you escape?

[f-i-r-e-starter.livejournal.com]

[Escaping she knows how to do]

Once they're hurt I sneak away, but I take lots of side roads and twist and turn a lot. That way I'd be harder to follow.

[picklesgonewild.livejournal.com]

Good.

[He brings up her wrist in his hand to eye level]

Now how do you escape this?

[f-i-r-e-starter.livejournal.com]

[She struggles in his grip for a moment. After flailing uselessly for a moment Mamimi realizes that she still has her aerosol can. She positions it so that when she presses her finger down it will squeeze a jet of hairspray into Piccolo's eyes]

Like that!

[picklesgonewild.livejournal.com]

That could work. But say I do this-

[He grabs her other hand in his, still very sure not to put more pressure then an average human.]

Now I want you to try and twist your hands out by my thumbs.

[f-i-r-e-starter.livejournal.com]

[Mamimi winces]

I don't know....

[picklesgonewild.livejournal.com]

[Piccolo smiles.]

It's alright, I won't hurt you. Just twist your hand like I told you.