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Post by Sendou Takeshi on Jan 28, 2012 5:17:17 GMT -5
The sun had blazed it's trail over the sky, painting a canvas of orange and yellow hues to decorate in it's place. This sky fell upon our protagonist's shoulders, forcing him to bare it's weight as he strode through the streets of Southern Tokyo. As the night came, more and more people were filtering off to their homes, their warm beds awaiting warmer bodies. In a way, he wished he could have the same luxury. Here in Tokyo, he had nothing to go by. It was just his name and his word against the rest of the World's, but they didn't have time to hear him talk.
His hands were buried deep in his jacket's pockets. Normally he'd just let them hang out, without giving it too much worry...but he needed to get rid of some pent up stress. To the outsider, he looked ticked off. His lips were posed in such a position; one of mild annoyance, displeasure. His sharp eyes were focused, narrowed down into a piercing glare that he wasn't afraid to shoot toward anyone in his way; all that beneath a mop of fierce brown-red hair. It was enough to turn even the coolest customer away, but he couldn't help it. He was pissed. Tokyo was too damn crowded, and too damn full.
He couldn't find an apartment, so he kicked the dirt with his shoe, messing up the black jeans that covered his lower body. He didn't care about his shoes, they were brown anyway. The fact that he'd dirtied his jeans just managed to piss him off more though, so he kicked the dirt again, this time with much more ferocity. If murderous intent could destroy a soaked road, the pavement would be riddled with holes. Unfortunately, Tokyo's recovering roads were still in good shape after the storm. All of the snow had been taken from the roads, leaving only puddles of water behind in it's wake. Walls of white decorated the walls of each sidewalk, but it didn't dare fall into the Tiger of Naniwa's path.
He couldn't blame it. He was a pretty bad ass guy.
'Tch.'
As his stride picked up, the time followed suit. Before he knew it, he was in the culinary district, and the sky was a pale blue. Stars were covered from sight by an army of street lights and signs, blocking any of nature's beauty from those devilish eyes. He'd have spent the time staring each star out of the sky otherwise, so in a way he was grateful. Suddenly, his steps stopped coming, and his head lifted slightly, angling toward a large yellow sign across the road. There it was; his target. His goal.
Grinning for a change, he pushed over the wall of snow before him. It fell and burst on the street's crosswalk, covering the bland yellow lines with flurries of white. The same white was crushed beneath his feet as he walked past, intending to enter the diner. He didn't honestly expect it to be there, but word of mouth was usually trustworthy enough. His hands swiftly emerged from his pockets, rubbing together to warm his body as he pushed the door open with his shoulder, entering a room that could best be described as blinding.
Or was that the light in his eyes? Squinting, Sendou gave his nose a playful thumb, and took a seat at the counter. The Crossroads Diner always provided him with answers before; surely it would give him something here, in this strange and different world. This...Tokyo. It was different than his Tokyo, different than Osaka for sure. Allowing his body to slump over, and his arms to cross, he cast a glance around the place, to get his bearings. Hopefully, there'd be someone interesting around for him to bother or mooch off of.
WC: 644
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Post by Artemis on Jan 28, 2012 5:47:23 GMT -5
Because Artemis’ mother had gotten her into singing, she still wasn’t allowed to have friends or even go out unless it was to rehearsal. However, she managed to make her way into the dance studio to do ballet every once in a while; however, Japan was dangerous now. She understood her mother’s worry considering the current plague going around and the spotting of undead traveling throughout the city. However … Artemis was already infected with the plague. The symptoms were unknown, only thoughts to them were that one would act out and perhaps have murderous intent. So far, the only oddities she gained was the power of magic, she could now control water and ice elements. Nothing was wrong with that, right? Then again, Hunters are after those who are different, hunting them down and torturing them to death, it was a frightening thing to have become infected with. A white medical mask covered her own mouth, most wore it to keep themselves from BEING infected, but this time she was doing it for the sake of others that got near her. Taking in a shaky breath she pushed her body off of her bed and tightened the strand behind her head tighter to her mouth; running down stairs. The lights were out, her mother must have been asleep, along with that drunkard of a boyfriend she started dating. Rolling her eyes at this thought she stepped outside of the house, a soft click coming behind her as she closed the door. Her small dagger was nestled into her hip pouch, remembering how it was ordered that everyone had some sort of protection with them, in case one ran into the wandering undead.
Running down the streets of Tokyo her eyes seemed to zip past the blazing lights, catching glimpse of signs that were sparkling bright with their logo and ‘open’ signs. This caused a smile to appear across her face, she didn’t feel alone anymore with the thought of people were watching her pass by their shops, even if it was only in such a brief moment of ‘meeting’. Truly she hadn’t any idea where she was headed; ballet? No, she didn’t feel like it at the moment, it brought too many sad memories to mind when she did it. She always imagined HIS face looking into the window as she spun in circles and leapt into the air. Suddenly her shoes scoffed against the concrete below, the thoughts of her ex-lover spreading through her mind, feeling emptiness placing and settling into her heart once more. He was her first friend and love, could anyone really blame her for being too upset over losing someone? The fact of it was, she didn’t HAVE anyone but her mother who forced her dreams upon her and a drunkard for a step-dad who didn’t give a damn. Closing her eyes in mid-silence at first before noticing just where she was standing out in front of. A diner; her stomach growled a bit as she looked inside, it appeared to be pretty empty inside which was perfect for her.
Pushing the door open she let her bright blue optics flutter down to a close, feeling the snow balls zipping past and out of her pure white colored strands of hair, falling down along her black coat that settled over her shoulders. Finding a seat in the back she folded open her menu, making sure that her mask was still placed over her mouth, not wanting to remove it unless to finally eat; but even then it made her hesitant. The waitress came over and she ordered herself a slice of cherry pie and a glass of sweet tea. She left with her order and Artemis leaned back into the booth she sat in, keeping her eyes at a comfortable close as she took in the soft humming melody of their jukebox, the sizzling of their fryers and small chatter of customers and workers. Feeling a presence hovering over her and noticing a shadow folding across her darkened lids she’d peer her eyes open toward a large man standing just in front of her table, causing her eyes to widen in realization. A hunter; did he find out that she was infected!? Thankfully though the waitress made her way over with her order, however it was not a good thing at all. The man smacked the plate out of her hand and it clattered to the floor, causing quite the glances from the people around them. The woman stepped back rather startled and ran back over toward the counter, obviously finding out just who and what he was, which only meant that her customer, Artemis, was not normal.
Larger fingers than her own now clasped about her arm, forcing her right out of her seat and over the table, silverware collapsing off of the edges and to the tiles below. He held her straight in the air by holding to the collar of her shirt, her feet not even touching to the floor as she kept into the air. She winced inwardly, feeling his grip tighten as he looked her over, interested in seeing what was so different about her, other than having a deadly virus inside of her. Artemis was not stupid enough to reveal this to him, if he couldn’t figure it out; he couldn’t take her back to his campsite … right? “You girl, why do you reek of death and despair?” She heard his voice carry out, bouncing off of the walls, the harshness of his tone making her flinch. “…Leave me alone.” Was all she managed to get out before she was thrown down onto the table she had once been sitting out, making her release a small cry. She could fight back, but fighting against a Hunter was never wise, for it only caused more to gather and ambush later on. Their revenge was not to be messed with, then again who would help her anyway? She was considered different and as thus nobody wished to be associated with someone of that aspect.
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WC: 1,015
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Post by Sendou Takeshi on Jan 28, 2012 6:17:09 GMT -5
The plate hit the floor with a loud clang, bouncing and rolling along toward the counter with the woman who had been holding it. Tired eyes lifted themselves from the marble counter to turn and face the guy who'd caused such a commotion. To most people, the dude probably looked dangerous. To Sendou, he looked like scum. Bah, on he and his attitude. It was clear that he'd come here looking to start a fight, to pick on someone. Unfortunately for him, Sendou was a stand up guy, and he didn't like seein' girls get roughed up. Eyes narrowing, he let them fall into a deathly glare with the potential to kill. This guy was startin' it; the bastard.
Sendou stood up from his stool, calmly stepping in the direction of the Hunter. His shoes bounced against the floor at a pace that most would call leisurely, but anyone who knew him? They'd tell you otherwise. This was Sendou's swagger, the Tiger's prowl. He was sneaking up on his prey, as opposed to charging directly at it. It was this sadistic swagger that revealed his intent to the rest of the diner's patrons. While they all cowered into their booths, he was gonna do something about it. The fact that they were too afraid to do anything, to help this chick...That disgusted him almost as much as this guy did.
He could practically feel her shivering, regardless of whether she was or not. He curled his fists up tightly, as the tension thickened. He couldn't have gotten rid of it with a bazooka, much less his words. Yet, the guy seemed pretty intent on piling it on thicker, as if no one was going to stop him. 'What a retard'. Things slowed down as the man's words escaped him, and Sendou's senses heightened. His mouth had gone from grin to snarl, the expression only growing more dour as he got closer and closer.
"You girl, why do you reek of death and despair?"
Yeah, dude was real good with the ladies alright. As the man thrust the girl downward, the younger guy's temper got the best of him. Something about bustin' up some little pretty thing pissed him off beyond all belief, and nobody liked to fuck with tigers. It just wasn't something that you got away with. Screwin' with a member of his pack, or club, or whatever the hell Tigers traveled in- because she was now a part of that group by default, couldn't have been too wise an idea either. It was clear that this guy was a freakin' genius.
Sendou's leg came up to his chest, knee burying itself hard into his sternum as he gathered power. Years of running and sprinting had built his lower body to be the equivalent of his upper body, a lethal weapon. Hopping forward with the foot that was still on the ground, Rocky released his leg straight into the small of the Hunter's back, sending him sprawling forward toward the bathroom door. His body hit it hard, bouncing off and spinning to face his new found opposition with what was probably rage.
Planting his foot back onto the floor, he let his squeak on the tile with a noise that would ruin any kind of impactful moment. Whoopsie. Wasn't his fault the floor hated his shoes...Choosing to ignore the squeak in favor of the dramatic, Sendou sent a direct insult free of his lips, relying on devices that hadn't managed to fail him before. Yeah, his fists and feet were pretty cool, but nothing stung more than being bit in the ass by some vicious wordplay- not that he'd use so many words to describe it.
"And whatdafuck do you think you're doin', bigshot?Can'tcha stand to play with somebody dang'rous?"
If Sendou were taller, he could have said something like, "Someone your own size!", but he wasn't really blessed with height. Thanks to a final growth spurt he'd experienced, he was now five foot eight. Not exactly the epitome of tall, nor the rock bottom of short. Still, he didn't mind standing up for the tiny girl this guy was pushin' around. He stood a better chance than her, apparently.
Dark eyes traveled to look her over, disregarding the dude at the door. She was little looking alright. She could have been any age, really, but that wasn't the only thing that pissed him off. She was obviously sick with something, because she was wearing a hospital mask. He freakin' hated those things. They made it harder to run. He could only imagine the inconveniences it had on people who didn't have to run every day. They were probably infinite. Sending the girl a brief, but reassuring grin, the younger fella turned his eyes back to his opponent. He let his face return to a menacing scowl, before bringing a hand to his chin and feigning a look of wisdom.
Because you know, he was wise that way.
"And would'ja look at that? She's got a flu, too. You're not really painting yerself a great picture, buddy."
Words that would usually sound playful sounded downright dangerous in the boy's mouth. He clearly didn't know what he was dealing with. Still, he wasn't gonna back down just because this guy was a bit taller than him, and a bit more ominous looking.
Cracking each knuckle with malicious intent, he committed himself to the stare down with the Hunter, tearing his eyes away from the girl who was recovering in the booth next to him. He didn't have much better to focus on anyway, as the rest of the diner had gone completely silent. Was he playing around with some kind of super awesome dangerous dynamo or something? Sure sounded like nobody wanted to mess with him...Thank god Sendou was the Nobody involved in this one, otherwise that chick'd be in some deep stuff.
WC:1001
TWC: 1,615
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Post by Artemis on Jan 28, 2012 6:54:12 GMT -5
It felt like everything was hopeless at that point, she was preparing for the worst until suddenly a grunt was heard from above her, gasping as she noticed that someone was striking him from behind. But who and why? "And whatdafuck do you think you're doin', bigshot?Can'tcha stand to play with somebody dang'rous?" Pushing herself up from the table and settling down upon it inside she blinked her orbs toward the man who had just stood up for her. “I-I do not understand…” She whispered, somewhat under her breath as she looked over toward the Hunter now who was sent across the room and up near the bathroom just off to the side. It was taking him a bit to recover, and she pressed a small fist up against her own chest, looking up toward him as their eyes let in a lock. Something about him seemed different despite his cocky behavior, there was a gentle and kindness added onto it.
"And would'ja look at that? She's got a flu, too. You're not really painting yerself a great picture, buddy." Flu…? Blinking her eyes she grasped onto her mask and then dropped her hand again soon after, her gaze somewhat shifting toward the side. She was a little surprised that he called it that or even assumed it to be as such. The Hunter had finally regained himself, pushing himself up from the ground, a grin of his own spreading across his face. “Moron… by defending a tainted, you’ve just proven whose side you’re on. The unholy have made their way into our world and you’re going to defend a girl who’s infected by it.” Tsking lightly as he clicked his tongue up against the roof of his mouth he’d lean his shoulder up against the nearby pillar that he had so barely missed running into.
Artemis’ gaze moved off to the side, figuring that he might have some sort of regret into protecting her, yet she couldn’t be for certain. The Hunter’s gaze hovered over to the albino female and nodded, “I have your record in our books. Don’t think this isn’t the last time you’ll see us around.” His cold stare returned to the man who had kicked him away before exiting from around the table and right back outside. Everyone attempted to advert their attention away and keep away from the tension that had just built up, but the silence proved it rather difficult. What should she say…? A faint smile came to her lips, although it wasn’t able to be noticed from under the mask, perhaps he’d be able to notice the tone of her voice change to an appreciating one. “Thank you…” Surely she thought that he deserved to hear more than that, but nothing else really came to mind when she tried to think of something else. Climbing down and off from the table she seemed to have noticed that her presence there wasn’t exactly wanted from everyone else. Not that she blamed them; it wasn’t for certain that the mask could protect others from what she had gotten.
A new plate of her order was set onto the counter and she walked up to get it, grasping onto it and setting her money down onto the table; mumbling something about taking her order outside to eat it. The door closed behind her, bells chiming as they did so while she found a bench across the way of the diner, lucky for her. Sitting down upon the wooden surface she unhooked the mask from around her mouth, letting out a soft breath as she felt the cool air hitting across her face, taking a few bites of her pie while her legs hugged together underneath of her weight, sitting Indian style. For some reason, despite it all, she felt rather happy for once; it appeared that she wasn’t worth fighting for like she had once thought. There were still good people left in the world and that in itself brought her happiness. If the curse didn’t bring death to her, maybe one day she’d be able to bring herself to gain friends, if it was allowed. The thought made her sigh contently, sipping at her tea, enjoying the taste of the cold liquid sliding down her warm throat.
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WC: 714 [/color][/center]
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Post by Sendou Takeshi on Jan 28, 2012 17:19:08 GMT -5
Sendou wished the guy had come to exit his way. He'd have slammed his shoulder directly into his, and hopefully he'd have sent the dude back on his butt again. Once the asshole was gone, the chick adjusted herself on the table, probably getting to a position more comfortable than one sprawled across a dirty diner tabletop. Her thank you had reached his ears over the silence, the near overwhelming silence. He nodded in appreciation, dipping that mop in order to show his words before they emerged. It wasn't hard to predict what he was going to say next; judging by his behavior prior to them it was only natural for the guy. "Don't worry 'bout it. If darest of deseguys weren't cowards they'da helped ya too."
The girl then slid past him, apparently refusing to dwell on the moment. He couldn't blame her...Being randomly assaulted in a peaceful diner was never a cool thing. Still, he felt a little nervous letting her walk away alone. The hunter's words were still fresh enough in his mind, particularly the part about seeing them around. Who were they? How did they know where Around was gonna be? Releasing a noise of displeasure, Sendou turned toward the Counter as well. The girl was just turning out of the door, as evidenced by the flare of white against the reflective glass. He'd have to catch up with her or something, later. Make sure those bastards didn't come back.
The clopping of his shoes were drowned out by the renewed discussion in the diner, the clips of conversation that rose out above the dull roar of ten different speaking voices. They were all invested in the situation, as it appeared. Stopping at the main counter, Sendou placed his hand down with a firm slam, determined to get some kind of order in before he walked out. Crossroads had always been kind enough to hold his order before, so they'd probably do it for him again. After all, he was the fiercest beast to ever come through their doo-
"S-Sir, could you please leave?"
Oh, or not. His jaw fell open, forcing his expression into one of dull surprise. They wanted him to leave? That definitely wasn't normal. Eyebrows raised, he attempted to curl his fingers against the marble, intent on arguing his case. It was clear that he'd never been ejected from somewhere before. Especially not this directly. The waitresses courageous plea would have to go ignored for now. He didn't have the peace of mind to admire her bravery. She didn't have the bravery to ignore Sendou's attitude, either.It wasn't like he was bothering anyone...There were only like ten people in the entire place.
"What're ya talkin' about? Why do I gotta leave?"
"W-we don't want any t-trouble, sir. Please j-just leave."
He could tell the lady was holding back tears. The look in her eyes told him everything he needed to know. Narrowing his eyes, Sendou turned his gaze to the large windows that allowed him vision to the outside world. The people out there had no idea what had happened in here, and he was starting to doubt he had any idea either. Would that girl know better? Probably. He could see her sipping at something on a bench just outside, across the street. Glancing back to the waitress, the man scowled, before swiping a nearby Patron's coke. Ignoring the cries of outrage, he strode outside with a grin, leaving the diner behind with the door bells.
It was still snowy outside. The white had grown just a little more intense, a mild series of slushy snow falling from the sky. Times like that made him wish he had a hood. Today seemed downright determined to screw him over, alright. Shaking his head briefly, he began his stride across the street. Thank god there was such little traffic. Hustling across the street, soda straw in his mouth, he carved a direct path toward the little albino who he'd defended inside. The first thing he'd noticed was the lack of a face mask; had she miraculously recovered? Or had she been pulling his leg inside? No, she was probably just comfortable with no one around.
Couldn't blame her, if that's what happened every time she went out in public.
"So, I hear 'ya have a flu?", simple words that had lasting implications in the world around them. Judging from what the one crazy dude said, this wasn't a regular flu. It was probably some kind of new Swine Flu, or Super Aids or something like that. Still, he didn't care. If twenty full grown men couldn't take him down, he had little faith that a flu could handle the Tiger of Naniwa. He was simply too grand for something that simple.
Should the girl give him the time of day, she'd be greeted by a reasonable smile and a curious expression. It wasn't threatening, it wasn't super friendly...But it was nice enough. He wouldn't judge her for being sick. He doubted she could really help the timing of this sickness. Everyone seemed to be wearing those flu masks, since he'd arrived in this place. Hopefully, it wasn't some kind of traveler virus.
WC:880
TWC:2,495
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Post by Artemis on Jan 28, 2012 20:09:41 GMT -5
Everything was silent when it came to what was around her, it was rather peaceful in her opinion; nobody was around to bother her. The soft melody of music nearby was playing, making her feet gently tap against the ground in rhythm to it. Biting into her pie and sipping at her cool refreshment it was now that she noticed the man who had saved her was leaving. Blinking her eyes toward his direction she saw the woman inside throwing a small fit as he sipped at his own drink. Boy, people were weird nowadays, not that she could really blame any of them with what all had been going on. However, she noticed him walking straight toward her from across the street, batting her lashes softly against her pale cheeks in curiosity. She hadn’t minded any company, but he seemed to be most different than anyone else she had ever met. She nodded toward him in a greeting as he neared, almost forgetting to put her mask back on as her lips closed around the straw of her drink. How was it that she began to feel more comfortable now that he was there with her? Perhaps she really did miss the presence of a person near her. "So, I hear 'ya have a flu?" She felt taken-back, hadn’t he heard what the Hunter told her? Maybe he wasn’t familiar with what was spreading around as of late, if that was the case then she didn’t blame him for asking. Letting out a soft sigh she lowered her drink, letting it rest between her thighs. “Something odd has been happening to Tokyo as of late… humans are not the only ones walking around anymore. Other beings have appeared and lately… a plague has been spreading. It could be from the wandering Undead passing through, or even something else… but it causes people to change and grow blood thirsty... it has the power to turn a pure heart into a black one.”
Lifting her eyes back toward him she’d offer a gentle smile, “most wear masks to keep them from getting infected, I wear it to keep others from getting it from me…” Pushing herself forward and over herself she’d take another sip of her drink with a lean of her head, “Some believe that the Gods are finally coming to punish us, others aren’t so sure… I’m one of those few people; I don’t quite understand it myself.” Lifting up a slice of pie and extending her fork toward him, she’d offer him some if he wished it; it looked like he was kicked out like she was. “You don’t seem… familiar with this town, do you have a place to stay?” Of course this was her worry getting the better of her, always wanting to make sure that a person wasn’t out in the street without a place to rest under for the night. Of course if he hadn’t a place to stay, she couldn’t take him back to her place, her mother wouldn’t like it, but she could stay the night at her dance studio with him. Thanks to it being abandoned she practically owned it, having the only key to get inside, which sat at her left pocket. She hoped that she wasn’t coming off too pushy, she always appeared to be when someone finally took interest in her existence; it wasn’t really a good thing. Then again, he saved her, it was the least she could do; help out in any way that she knew how.
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WC: 591
TWC: 2,320
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Post by Sendou Takeshi on Jan 28, 2012 22:30:15 GMT -5
Some kind of plague. The word left a bad taste in his mouth; Play-gue. He wanted to be rid of it already, but he knew nothing was never so easy. He sat and listened to the girl's words, digesting them with an unusual amount of patience. He couldn't say he enjoyed the undead...He'd always thought of them as though they were movie theater horrors, paperback projections. Releasing a hurried breath, Sendou cast his eyes toward the sky, toward that blanket of black spotted with dots of white. Something about the sky here; it seemed different. It was darker. Less inviting. It was the anonymity of it. The fact that he didn't know it nearly as well as the sky at home, in Osaka.
It was while his eyes were locked on that sky, that her invitation reached his ears. 'You don't seem familiar with this town...Do you have a place to stay?'...She was inviting him to her place? That was pretty straightforward of her. That was a quality he enjoyed in people, at least. Nodding his head in dull response, he weighed his options. Staying with this girl would probably be a good idea, especially when he compared it to sleeping on the streets, without a pretty chick in the same room. He turned those dark eyes back to her face, taking time to examine it thoroughly. She appeared to be serious...That prompted a smile. He enjoyed being offered such nice things. Or at leas, that's what it sounded like to him.
Whether or not she was offering was still up for debate. Regardless, it wouldn't hurt to be honest with her. He didn't have any place to stay, nor did he have anyone else to stay with. Tokyo was a new, and strange place for him. Admittedly, he'd rather be back home. Unfortunately, things didn't seem to want to work out the way he wanted them to work out. Apparently it was fate. Apparently, fate could S his D. Hopefully, he didn't run this chick off with his blunt way of speaking or his straightforwardness. That would just be balls-- not literally.
"I don't seem ta have anywhere. I did back in Osaka, but in Tokyo? I ain't gotta thing. No relatives either, y'know?", he declared his current living status without much shame. If she offered, he'd accept...But bothering a sick chick would just be rude. Sendou may have been a straight up guy, but he didn't wanna be a burden upon anybody. He wouldn't ask her outright. Especially when someone who was extending their hospitality to him so readily. He was already curious, though. What kind of place did she live in? Was she a hotshot rich girl, or someone like him, who'd had to work for what they possessed? Raising a brow out of sheer curiosity, he leaned up against the bench, but neglected to sit down.
"If 'yer offerin' me somewhere, I'm gonna say yeah."
What other choice did he have? While it wasn't a bad choice to have, it wasn't as though he had many other options. Still, he preferred her offer to sleeping underneath the wintry stars in Tokyo's Culinary District. Or anywhere else in Tokyo. If everything went well, he could pay her back by protecting her from those weird goons who'd confronted her earlier. That wasn't exactly the least troublesome path, but hey. He wouldn't have to pay in cash.
WC: 578
TWC: 3,073
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Post by Artemis on Jan 29, 2012 10:22:50 GMT -5
He didn’t seem to say anything toward her speaking of the plague, it was probably understood now, or perhaps he was just taking it all in. She didn’t blame him, he seemed new here and he had just confirmed it. He didn’t answer with words, but with how he nodded and went into silent thought, she knew already that he was traveling through Tokyo. Truth be told she was in upper class, but her new house that she had gotten here in Tokyo was different. Then again, they didn’t really live like upper-class; they had an upstairs with her bedroom and a few other rooms, but nothing of ‘richness’ was really there. She wasn’t sure why her mother said that she wasn’t allowed to be out and about or making friends considering her fame; but already she had gone beyond that point, somebody was finally accepting her. "I don't seem ta have anywhere. I did back in Osaka, but in Tokyo? I ain't gotta thing. No relatives either, y'know?" This made her jolt up, feeling the pang in her heart increase suddenly from shock, “O-Osaka!?” She cried softly, having stood up from the bench and held a hand tightly up to her chest. That’s when it finally hit her, she wasn’t in Osaka, she was in Tokyo. Slowly sinking back in to reality she’d let a small laugh escape past her lips, in order to brush that oddness away. She had forgotten, her mother, her dance studio, it was all back in Osaka, not here in Tokyo. She first came to Tokyo to begin her journal into finding her father and sister, that’s when she and Kwon… Her thoughts wandered but thankfully he had spoken up again to catch her attention.
"If 'yer offerin' me somewhere, I'm gonna say yeah."
Nodding her head she’d wave her hand toward him, as if instructing him to follow. Lifting her mask back up against her face she let her eyes glaze over, strands of white falling to shade them from any view as they followed down the path of the street lining. She’d take him back to her house, the one that she and Kwon had once lived in together; it still brought chills up her spine still thinking about it. It felt like her memory was wavering, she had forgotten what city she was in, and thought she she’d be able to go back home to Osaka. But, she couldn’t bring this plague with her to another city and spread it even further. Then again, she’d not go living with her mother, she’d most likely stay at her own dance studio if she had gone back to Osaka. Taking in a deep breath as they rounded the corner of the street, she noticed a few familiar places. Where Kwon and here had bought furniture together and other needed things. Shaking her head to drown out the memories that began to pour in, they pushed their way past a few more familiar places, a restaurant where Kwon had proposed to her; and then finally they stood before her home. It was only one story, but it had a master bedroom, a guest bedroom, a living room, kitchen, two bathrooms and a large backyard; where Snoopy, his dog was supposed to love being at. However, she lived alone here now. Tugging the key out from her pocket she unlocked the door and strode inside, removing the mask fully from her mouth; although she was taken by this plague, she knew better than thinking that a mask was going to save anyone. It didn’t save her.
This was the spot where they had finally ended, he had found another woman but lied to her, saying that it was Artemis, who was never around enough; that was another lie. She was always there, waiting for him to return to her, but he never truly did. What a pathetic way to look at things. Slowly she slid down onto her knees, pulling her shoes off and setting them off to the side, near the mat in front of the door. “There’s a guest bedroom just to the left of you, my room is next to it… kitchen is right there.” She pointed just ahead of them, where the small parting laid to separate the two rooms. “Make yourself at home, ne. Especially since you’re so far away from yours.” Standing up once more she’d force a warm smile into his direction, her coat slipping off from her frame and now being put up against the coat rack just behind her.
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WC: 763
TWC: 3,083
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