MRI [A Forgotten Blindsmen P2 ~ Junko]

[Shu]

The air had that same salty smell, except this time it was not because of the small rain shower from before. The train had stopped near a port that was several miles away but brewing smell of the oceans waters ran through the city. It is still one of the largest cities to export large amounts of fish around the country comparatively to Port Cirrus. The caustic sun cut away through the grandiose clouds like a blade against cotton. As Junko walked off the steps of the train finally departing from the tiresome coach, he would see the lack of military personnel that seemed to be in every station around the country. In fact, the station was rather empty except an old woman sitting down on a bench with a large purple umbrella shading most of her head. There was no one there to greet Junko but he still had his documents to peruse.

His destination was the medical complex called HDR, Health Development Research, which was located closer to the port southbound from the station. Fortunately, Junko would be able to find a carriage just not in an open area like in most areas. He would find himself standing at a building with a sign with the words Carriage Express flowing out of a caricature of a carriage on the front. Once he entered the building, he felt rush of cool air blow right by him and a hard slap on his shoulder.


The hand belonged to a man dressed in a rather strange attire. He wore a brown stripped shirt underneath a brown vest and on his neck an orange bandana. On the top of head rested a rather large hat that was curved up on both ends with orange bells on the front. His countenance was as extravagant as his clothing showcasing a large smile revealing a gold tooth that twinkled like a shinny coin.

"Heyooo, sunny. How can I do for you. We have a special service for 100 yen for a week. Let me show ya." The man said in a scruffy but cheerful voice.

He quickly escorted Junko to a door revealing an open field showing an array of carriages supported by their horses.

 

[Tsuyoshi Junko]

"Ugh, why the hell do I smell so much salt." Junko thought, curious of his surrounding. They was much different from inside the village, but he felt great about where he was. Outside the village was Junko's second home, his home away from home. Being outside the village taught him how to survive and to really live due to Daisukes glorious teachings.
The ride had been quite tiresome and a bit boring, but now it was time to get Down to business. Junko's mind began slowly moving, accelerating more with each second as if his mind was a train itself.

Observing his surroundings as the sun pierced through the plush clouds, Junko could see that the station wasn't populated. In fact, their was no military personnel and only one person besides himself. An older female, sitting upon a bench with a purple umbrella that shielded her head was in the distance. Seeing as Junko wasn't blessed with a greeting, he started on his journey to the health development research facility. There, his work as a medical assistant would begin, but he didn't know how to get there.

"I'm glad you stepped off that contraption. It was growing quite aggravating. The human environment is much different from hell. I don't see how you do it kiddo." Mazoku said, communicating with Junko for the first time since the mission began.

"You're to use to the hot flames, ya need more of the human environments coolness. Surprised you don't hate the hot flames of hell." Junko said, responding to his inner demon. Of course, his words was unheard by others.

"Id take the lovely blazing flames of hell any day, then to sit here in this over world territory."

"Then go home...."

Within Junko, a caged shook as Mazoku gripped the bars in anger and frustration. "You know damn well that I'm bound here by your retched Jutsu! If I escape, you, your sensei, and Gantetsu will be destroyed by my claws!"

"pipe down and Deal with it then. Also, I'll be waiting..." Junko said responding bluntly without a care in the world. Junko's mind was more focused on his mission.

Entering a near building that read "carriage express" Junko immediately was hit with a burst of cool air, along with a sudden thud on the shoulder. Junkos eyes lowered, his demeanor slightly shifted. His first instinct was to break the persons hand, tearing several ligaments in multiple places, but instead Junko simply turned around. Looking at the individual, he seemed odd, Peculiarly dressed with a gold tooth that shined brightly.

"Heyooo, sunny. How can I do for you. We have a special service for 100 yen for a week. Let me show ya."

The man soon escorted Junko to an array of carriages, Just what was needed. "Interesting, sounds like a good deal, but I just need to get to the health development and research facility. Mind giving me a lift?" Junko said with seriousness. It was obvious that he wasn't up for too much chit chat and he couldn't be persuaded for any deals.

 

[Shu]

The man could have continued to persuade the man but he knew that he would loose the customer if he kept on trying. It was a rather slow day today given the time of the day. Most of everyone were either busy in their houses or in their large offices. In fact it was rather strange for someone to come in to the building at this time of the day.

Looking at the young man dressed in clean medical clothing, it would seem that the man was definitely belonged at the health development and research. It was a facility that everyone knew but also did not know. A facility that ran most of its research in the shadows fully funded my several private benefactors and the government. He could only guess what type of work was going on in that building.

"Hmm, alright just follow me. You can get a cab for 25 yen an hour." The man dropping his pertinacious sale pitch. They walked back to the lobby where the man picked up a clipboard attached to a piece of paper, a written request for a taxi service.

"Give this to the driver and he will take care of the rest." The man said as he pointed toward the entrance where a black carriage sat at the front.

Once the young man left the salesman scene he would be introduced to elder man dressed in simple white weskit and black pants complemented by the black horses.

He gave a gentle bow before opening the carriage and received the clipboard. Moments later they were off to HRD. The journey was mostly quiet with the exception of the trotting steps of the horses hooves and the seldom chatter of people standing in the streets. The emptiness was eerie.

Eventually, they arrived at facility or at least one of the facilities. There were several buildings cascaded around them all of them shining their chrome exterior. "The health department and research facility, sir." The elder man said as he stepped out from the driver seat.

He turned to open the door for the young man as he stepped aside. "You may find the lobby in the main building here. If you wish to speak with me simply contact me using this frequency." He continued as he pulled a small parchment from his coat pocket and handed it to him. The parchment had a series of blank zeros and ones with the frequency written in small fine print on the right corner.

Once Junko entered the building he would noticed how clean the staff kept the place. There was not a single thing out of place, everything was straight and uniformed. It was as if no one stepped foot in the building before. He was introduced to a large glassed table with receptionist filing several sheets of paper.

 

[Tsuyoshi Junko]

"Hmm, alright just follow me. You can get a cab for 25 yen an hour."

The mans sales pitch instantly dropped. Nodding, Junko followed the man back towards the lobby. Obviously, he knew he couldn't persuade Junko, he would risk losing a customer. "Wasn't up for the small talk." Junko thought as The salesmen picked up a clipboard.

"Give this to the driver and he will take care of the rest."

"Thanks." Junko said taking the clipboard. moving towards the entrance, a wonderful black carriage awaited as Junko walked through the door. An elderly man, dressed in a white top and black bottoms stood near the carriage. Giving Junko a bow, he opened the carriage door. "Here you go." Junko said handing the old man the clipboard.

In a matter of moments, the quiet journey had begun. The only sound that floated about was the trotting horses and the various people among the streets. "Much Different from the village." Junko thought arriving to a set of chrome ecterior buildings.

"The health department and research facility, sir."

The elderly man had stopped the carriage and stepped out the drivers seat. Opening the door, Junko stepped out a foot at a time. Raising from the carriage, Junko bones popped but by bit. "Ah, here at last. Thanks." Junko said with a bit of a yawn.

"You may find the lobby in the main building here. If you wish to speak with me simply contact me using this frequency."

As the old man handed Junko a parchment, he observed it closely. "Series of ones and zeros. Frequency in fine print. Everything checks out." Junko thought before putting the parchment away inside his coat pocket. "Thanks again." Junko said entering the facility. The scene was clean, too clean. "Damn, do this place know what dirt is?" Junko thought looking at how well uniformed and organized everything was. Approaching an enormous glass table, Junko looked at the receptionist who was dealing with paperwork.

"Hello, I'm suppose to meet with Nakajima Yosh. I'm the new medical assistant." Junko said with a rather business voice. Hopefully, things would go rather smooth.​

 

[Shu]

The receptionist turned around facing the young woman dressed in a simple white gown and white cap matching the opaque building. "That woman has been on me the entire week for you." She said as her black fingernails pointed toward a black clipboard on the side of the table. "Just fill out your name and entry time. You will also need to go to a medical shower. We hold a very sterile place here. You can find the showers at the hall to your left. You will find another reception ready to provide you with the proper attire as well as your passcode to your final destination."

Junko should not have found it very hard to believe that a facility such as this would require all of its patrons to be clean and uninhibited by the contamination of the outside world.

As Junko followed the woman's instruction, he would find himself walking though an empty corridor sealed of into sections with a door separating each section. It felt like a cat in a maze as he entered and exited several doors until he reached one door protected by two large men. The men were like stone statues as their grandiose bodies hid the door from view. On the right side was another hallway with the word showers in deep red at the entrance.

As he entered the hallway, Junko's nostrils was filled with a sour smell like like the sulfuric fumes of an egg that has been boiling for too long. A ghastly white vapor brushed over his head before realizing himself standing next to a desk with a bald man with foggy glasses sitting behind it.

"What size do you need sir." The man asked. "We have small, medium, and large." Once Junko responded to the man's question he would be given a flat red plank the size of a small booklet and as thin as width of his index finger. The man pointed toward the hallway that was masked by the opaque vapor from before.

"Enter any stall that is vacant. You will see a black seal appear on the door if it vacant and red if occupied. Any questions feel free to ask me." The man said.

When Junko was satisfied with his own inquiries he entered the hallway passing nearly every occupied stall before stopping at the far end. The stall was much bigger in the inside than the outside. At least, the stall had a bit more color compared to what he had seen so far. The tiles were of light beige with circular designs complemented by a nice brown walls. At the back was the chrome shower faucet clean as a whistle and flushed to the wall were two levers with two signs addressing their purpose. The first level had a sign with the words request laundry and the other level with a sign with the words laundry pickup.

[Just wanted to get something posted right away]

 

[Tsuyoshi Junko]

"That woman has been on me the entire week for you."

"Just fill out your name and entry time. You will also need to go to a medical shower. We hold a very sterile place here. You can find the showers at the hall to your left. You will find another reception ready to provide you with the proper attire as well as your passcode to your final destination."

"Alright, will do" Junko said moving towards the black clipboard the woman pointed towards. After Writing the appropriate information, Junko nodded as he started on his way to the showers.

"I wonder if its something called, being to clean."

"I don't think germs exist in this building."

"I wouldn't be surprised."

Walking through the corridor, huge Doors split the hallway into sections. Exiting several doors, Junko raised a brow. "This place is magnificent." Junko thought observing everything. Soon, Junko reached a door guarded by two large men. "Wow, they look pretty healthy." Junko thought as he made a quick right, heading towards the showers. A white fog hovered over his head as he grew closer.

"Are you sure you know where you're going?"

"Yes, let me do the walking. You just sit back and supply the unlimited power."

"Watever..."

"It stinks and It's getting hot as.."

Noticing a really bald man with foggy glasses at a desk, Junko came to a stop.

"What size do you need sir."

"We have small, medium, and large."

"Medium please." Junko said in response. In return, the bald man handed Junko a red plank the size of a mini booklet. "Hmm." Junko thought looking towards the source of the weird smelling fog.

"Enter any stall that is vacant. You will see a black seal appear on the door if it vacant and red if occupied. Any questions feel free to ask me."

"Alright, what shall I do with my current clothes? I know I'm suppose to be getting a new attire. Lastly, are towels and everything else already provided?" Junko asked. After his questions was answered, Junko proceeded into the opaque fog. "Damn, they all seem occupied." Junko thought, passing nearly a dozen doors. Reaching the last stall, the door appeared with a black seal. "Oh yes! Lets see what I'm working with!" Junko thought entering the spacious stall. Unlike everything else, the stall was a bit more colorful. beautiful brown walls complimented the luxurious beige tiles, a dazzling chrome shower faucet was placed towards the back, and two levers was stationed indicating laundry directions. One stating request, the other stating pick up.

Taking off his clothes, and sitting them to the side, Junko began running the shower. Letting the water get to the appropriate temperature as the thick vapor filled the room, Junko stepped in, washing his body to get rid of all the potential germs he may have encountered on his way in. Moving at a steady pace, moving from head, to toe. Once done, after shutting the shower off, Junko pulled the request laundry lever. awaiting some sort of mechanical response, Junko raised a brow out of curiosity. "This might be interesting." Junko thought, looking at how different things were from within the village.

OOC: Sorry for late reply! Looks like me and Kane are solo dolo, Lets gooo! Also, I'm enjoying the Rp!

 

[Shu]

The perforated wall began to rumble as door flap flew inward revealing a cable dangling in the center. The cable had a small handle no bigger than child's fist. If Junko was to examine the red plank given to him he would see instruction etched on the back. Apparently, the plank had a small switch on the side when activated would sprint up a small clasp that was designed to be attached to the handle. After pulling the handle, the cable and the plank would zip upward disappearing from view.

Eventually, Junko would hear a sudden bell noise and the echo of a woman's voice permeated into the small stall : "Please place your clothing for disinfectants on the left panel and retrieve roper credentials. Your clothing will be returned to you once you sign out and leave the building. Thank you." The left panel began to open with the sound of highly pressurized air pouring out. When Junko walked over he could nicely plastic sleeves to place his clothing and three silvery cards. After Junko complied to the hospital's protocol he would venture out of the large stall.

As he exited the door he could see the wall in front of him with an arrow pointing toward the right with the words "EXIT" painted in deep red. After following the series of signs, Junko would find the exit door which lead him to the corridor behind the two guarding men from before. The corridors were much more lively and expansive with the hallways spanning nearly ten to fifteen feet in width. There were several men and women in white walking up and down completely ignoring newly appointed medical assistant as he walked through the clamorous halls. There were doors spread apart evenly on each wall with a metallic label imprinting what might be going on behind it. Junko would find himself noticing a label with the words : Mental Imagery Research. This must have been the place.

As he entered the room, he would find himself in a rather large lobby like area with an array of round tables and sofas with various men and women on medical robes enjoying themselves. There was a receptionist desk at the immediate left, perhaps he could find who he was looking for there.

 

[Tsuyoshi Junko]

TL: Inactivity (Sorry I left like that. Got busy with life. Rl>NC) you know how it goes