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Post by maidenofsilence on Nov 21, 2010 18:26:43 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - [/color] M Y S I G N I S V I T A L, M Y H A N D S A R E C O L D[/color] AND I’M ON MY KNEES, LOOKING FOR THE ANSWER[/color] A R E W E H U M A N O R A R E W E D A N C E R?
[/font][/center] Bright lights and blurry countryside and sunset skies had sped past, utterly disorienting Kazunari on the train. It was his first time being transported by anything other than bike or foot. He’d tried reading, and had brought a pen and composition book, but was far too distracted by the whirring view from the window to concentrate. The lady beside him had been so annoyed with his looking over her shoulder the entire way that she’d offered to switch seats with him. But still, he’d reached the train station no worse for wear, if not a bit anemic for lack of sleep and a slight increase of stress.
Pulling a scarf over his mouth and nose, the small blonde boy in a hat and incredibly normal clothes went with the flow of the train station. He did not break away, did not move faster or slower than the crowds around him. Trains whizzed by, and people rushed around in similar patterns. The boy felt altogether… lonely. He was supposed to be meeting his cousin for the first time just outside the station, but he’d never had a good sense of direction. His mother hadn’t allowed him to go unattended to a station since he’d gotten lost in his own school in seventh grade.
Kazunari just went with the flow. It might have been stupid to other people, but he always enjoyed letting the universe take hold; or at least the swelling crowds do so. As long as he wasn’t noticed. After a few moments, the crowd, though, had become too much and Kazunari found a place to sit near a water fountain. Slumping there, against the wall, he drank from a refilled water bottle and furrowed brows, thinking about what he’d do next—if he couldn’t find Ataru. Well… the exit he was supposed to go to was to his right. At least, he thought so. Concentrating on the map of the station he’d snagged from a security worker who’d seen how much he didn’t fit in despite his attempts, he discovered two things.
First, he discovered that the building he was in had been around for more than a hundred years. This brought him a group of plots that really could have had a book written about each. However, Kazunari didn’t have the time or energy to write them down, so he moved on to the second thing he learned. He was terribly lost. His head drooped, and he sighed, standing up. He supposed he was most likely to get out of the crowd, a feat he rarely wanted to accomplish, outside the station, so with a decisive whirl, he walked out of the building and into a slightly less crowded street. He realized then, how little his dress style really did fit in. He caught a few gazes cast at him, mutters of city children, and decided that he needed a moment, and thus ducked onto a side street. Sighing, he pulled his scarf down and leaned against a lamp post for support. Nothing good will come of this moving ordeal, he thought, nothing good.
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[/b] EXTREMELY SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, I’M WORKING ON HIGH SCHOOL APPLICATIONS ![/b] WORD COUNT[/b] FIVE HUNDRED SIXTEEN ![/b] BANNER CREDIT[/b] HAWK_HUNTRESS OF PHOTOBUCKET ![/b] TEMPLATE CREDIT[/b] MAKE A SCENE HANNA ! of CAUTION 2.0 ![/b] [/blockquote] [/size]
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lastsummersoltace Guest
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Post by lastsummersoltace on Nov 21, 2010 20:44:50 GMT -6
= = = = Oh, stained-glass sky ways and crowded six-lane highways If I look back when I begin to leave, will they remember me?Blustery winds and speeding blurry trains passed through the train station causing Kuniko to place her right arm over her face from the winds, that go 70 Mph (Miles per hour) which causes the normal human being to lose their eyesight for a couple of minutes or seconds. She soon maneuvered her left arm to grab a hold of her skirt. The crowd with men and women around her with varying by age A few starring at her while the rest of the crowd soullessly starred towards the trains, waiting for their departure into their locomotive. Her mind ran through thoughts of the silver bullet trains, counting the moments of separation they have from each other along with many others things. Talking echoed through her ears along as the only calm autumn breeze within the train station blowing through her braided hair.
Today, Kuniko had merely nothing to do but just watch, like what she did her entire life and wonder within her enclosed mind. Her misty green eyes ventured around the passing by crowds and pulled down her snowcap to where her bangs began halfway. She soon walked through the thriving crowds in which they moved in the normal patterns she memorized throughout her years living at the town. The weather's being harsh around this year.. she thought towards herself as she breathed with a small visible white puff escaping from her lips. She'd eyed around the train station but soon turned to walk beside the wall. Her hand slowly lifted and softly glided itself across the wall with only her middle and index finger. There’s the crack from that fight two years ago.. She remembered as she’d eyed the exit out of the building. [/font][/size] After a quick swift of a right at a corner, she was exited the building while humming towards herself and only for herself to hear. The busy train station crowds began to lessen as she entered outside of the station, the streets of the town. She recognized some passing city teenagers from school though they will never know who she is. Something rang through her ears, muttering from younger children from the city about someone’s appearance. Kuniko sighed thinking how ill minded people would go just to comment about someone’s attire. Everyone’s different in their own way, like mother and father…and even Shiki.[/color] Her thoughts illuminated her own world of right morals but it was interrupted by a sudden sound. Out of the corner of her eye, a tall boy (within her own view from being 5’2.) ducked onto a side street which made the sudden noise. It looks like he needs help of a sort..[/color] She soon paced herself into the same side street she saw the boy go through. Her eyes scanned the crowd thus pinpointing to where the boy was. The boy was leaning against a lamppost with his scarf down possibly thinking something negative though Kuniko couldn’t tell. It’s not like she could read minds. Her movement soon went slower as she neared the boy within a respective distance. With her right arm extending, she tapped the boy’s shoulder with her index finger. “….Do you need help.” Kuniko stated with a strange voice, a whisper which was childish and innocent. [/font][/size][/color]
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Post by maidenofsilence on Nov 22, 2010 22:58:46 GMT -6
Suddenly startled from his stupor by a light touch, Amami whirled around, which caused a tendril of dizziness to swirl through his mind. He spun again to clutch the lamppost he’d been leaning on. Straightening after a moment of reorienting breaths, he turned slowly, and just caught the question of the girl who’d tapped on his shoulder. Three inches shorter than him and with a similarly slim build, the girl looked… young. Thirteen maybe. She’d asked if he needed help, hadn’t she? He sighed once more and leaned toward her. “I’m… kind of lost,” he whispered, “I’m new here, would you by any chance know a young man by the name of Tanaka Ataru? I’m supposed to be… meeting him in the station but I don’t know where he is, and I don’t want to get any more lost than I am.”
Nervously, Kazunari played with the end of his scarf, fidgeting with the fabric and not letting his eyes meet the girl’s. He was thankful for her stopping and asking if she could help, yes, but still, she was strange to him and he disliked change greatly. He raised the hand not steadying him with the lamppost to his forehead, knowing that its cooler temperature would soothe some of the dizziness and aching there.
The small bag slung over Kazunari’s shoulder was starting to feel heavy, and only then did he recognize how tired he really was. With a small puff of breath that sent white mist crawling upwards into the blue sky, he leaned back against his supporting post, happy for the slight decrease in weight on his feet. The wind was picking up slightly and it pulled at his hair until he decided his hat needed to be fixed. Pulling it free of his blonde hair, and letting his cowlick stand up, Kazunari ignored the mutters as he had before, and pushed his hair around until it was perfect (it had to be perfect) and replaced his hat.
Then he extended a hand to the girl, thinking he might as well start off right. “My name’s Amami Kazunari, and I’m moving to this town to live with my cousin, Tanaka. I’ll be around a lot so let’s try to be friends.” Kazunari threw in a smile, knowing that it would seem the most friendly. Maybe he’d encountered a bit of luck here. And thinking about it, he would get to be around that cousin who inspired him so.
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Post by lastsummersoltace on Nov 23, 2010 21:15:39 GMT -6
= = = = Oh, stained-glass sky ways and crowded six-lane highways If I look back when I begin to leave, will they remember me?“I’m… kind of lost, " “I’m new here, would you by any chance know a young man by the name of Tanaka Ataru? I’m supposed to be… meeting him in the station but I don’t know where he is, and I don’t want to get any more lost than I am." Kuniko just looked at the boy, blinking with a clueless face from his previous actions of whirling; nevertheless, it wouldn’t make a difference towards her. She soon ranged her eyes towards him as he was speaking (look at words above..) but not at his eyes directly. “I don’t know a Mr.Tanaka Ataru but I’ll surely help you with locations..” As always, she was analyzing which is one of the best qualities which she will ever posses in her lifetime. She noted how he was a bit nervous from him playing with his scarf a bit. It seems that he may be timid. I shouldn’t judge from gestures like the others. Her mind made an endless sort of ideas. However, her eyes soon parted as the awkwardness seem to have suddenly risen between the pair.
The city scene around has liven up. The sounds of synced pacing footsteps seem to set a tempo for a song. The sounds of cars honking, people talking, cell phones beeping, and the rustling from the trees from the sweet scented autumn breeze seemed to set the other instruments for this natural song in the city. Kuniko soon swayed her body side to side, with the beat. A new cold breeze blown through from behind her and soon she looked up, actually glimpsing the appearance of the boy more clearly. His hair was blonde, something a bit new for her eyes but nothing to get over excited about until most hyperactive and reckless teenagers within her age range. However, a cowlick sprung out from under his hat and she heard strange muttering in the background from before but she felt disappointed by her peers. Kuniko’s eyes soon rolled away and starred at her feet while she lightly twisted her right foot side to side.
Soon, a hand appeared right towards her right range, which surprised her. From this surprise, she released a white puff from her lips but that was from the cold weather. She heard his words, information that needed to be kept safe in her head. So, his name is Anami Kazunari.. Possibly around my age and will be living with his cousin. Kuniko looked up, giving eye contact for a couple of seconds but glanced away. Her right arm was slowly coming out with her pale and delicate right hand shaking nervously, trying to figure out what to do. She remembered what her father, Osamu, instructing her on what to do.
Flashback;; “You hold out your hand like this..” A lean tall man extended his firm out towards an imaginary person. His black hair was across the side with his bangs covering his left eye, looking around his mid 20s in a business sit with his formal jacket unbuttoned though. There, little Kuniko, age 5, was sitting on a rock watching her father in obedience with her hair loose which is rather rare. “And t-then what, f-father?” Kuniko stuttered quietly a bit nervous. The man glanced over towards his child. His seems seem to fade into a brown grayish tone but he’d simply replied, trying to keep his child and his own spirits up, “ You take it can shake it like this..”
He was motioning a firm handshake towards the air, as in their imaginations it was an actual person. “If someone gives you this motion, you must do the same thing and introduce yourself.” Later, both father and daughter were practicing how to greet someone by shaking hands. End;;
Kuniko’s soon slipped the tip of her fingers into the hand and shook it delicately, having a very light hold of it. “M-my name is Kuniko Tsukino. I’ve been living within this town for only almost 2 and a half years. The pleasure is mine for meeting you.” She gulped, hoping her efforts would be worth something. Her green misty eyes glazed up, noting a smile and she’d still gave her usual look but a sense of something new was made; possibly a new acquaintance . [/color][/font]
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Post by maidenofsilence on Nov 28, 2010 16:37:23 GMT -6
Amami thought back to a poem about blessings that he’d read a long time ago, it had been in a poem book he’d received for his seventh birthday. Her handshake reminded him of that poem, by James Wright; A Blessing.
Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota, Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass. And the eyes of those two Indian ponies Darken with kindness. They have come gladly out of the willows To welcome my friend and me. We step over the barbed wire into the pasture Where they have been grazing all day, alone. They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness That we have come. They bow shyly as wet swans. They love each other. There is no loneliness like theirs. At home once more, they begin munching the young tufts of spring in the darkness. I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms, For she has walked over to me And nuzzled my left hand. She is black and white, Her mane falls wild on her forehead, And the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear That is delicate as the skin over a girl's wrist. Suddenly I realize That if I stepped out of my body I would break Into blossom.
Kuniko Tsukino reminded Kazunari of a dark-eyed pony that was kind but also slightly wary of something new and different. With a shy smile he tossed his mind back to his favorite books. To his favorite characters, and their quirky personalities. If he acted like them, and she wanted to become his friend for it, then he’d be killing two birds with one stone—he’d know if she had similar interests, and he’d have made a friend.
Kazunari carefully lowered himself to one knee, and took the hand he’d only released moments before, and pressed lips to it before saying in his best fantasy knight voice, “It’s wonderful to make your acquaintance, Tsukino-sama. If it is your will to guide me, I will gladly accept.” Smiling, he stood, but kept his head bowed to her, as in this game he was playing with himself, she was the princess or the queen of this strange kingdom that he’d landed in that was called Hikarizaka. Now it was just the question of if she’d play the game with him and earn his favor, or do it some other way; Kazunari had a feeling that he and this Kuniko girl would be friends, somehow.
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lastsummersoltace Guest
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Post by lastsummersoltace on Nov 30, 2010 20:36:20 GMT -6
= = = = Oh, stained-glass sky ways and crowded six-lane highways If I look back when I begin to leave, will they remember me?Kuniko nodded her head softly as Amami released it within a couple of seconds. The facial expressions changed with her eyebrow cocked up, looking curious like a cat that yet hasn’t lost its nine lives. Her seemingly soulless eyes casted off to see Amami having a shy smile. However, she has recklessly forgotten that her hand was out in the open after he had released it. This was usual for the thinker who dwelled into her own mind too many times but distinguished by others as “strange”, “slow” , or just other tasteless words of brutality on which humankind speaks of.
A sudden aura passed through Kuniko’s mind of a cheerful and perky feeling as she felt something grab her hand yet once again and something soft pressed onto it. “—Eh?” Down her eyes went, her strange green eyes to find Amami on the floor on his knee. ..It was rather a strange moment for her as she felt like royalty for a moment, though she was usually the maid who was welcoming and doing these gestures towards her employers. “It’s wonderful to make your acquaintance, Tsukino-sama. If it is your will to guide me, I will gladly accept.” She relaxed herself as she resumed her natural debut, curious yet strange. Her lips curled a bit as the so-called knight raised up with his head still bowed. He seems to be making a dramatic change at this time.. Ah, the strange works of people.~. [/size] Kuniko returned a bow,with her right arm extended out towards the side and her left arm onto her stomach, bowing yet using the wrong bow. The bow she attempted to do was done before dancing.
Her bowed her head softly with a nod, "It's alright, K-Kazun-nari-domo..The p-leasure us all mine~." She placed her head up and glanced at him but looked away. ..Strange, this world is truly..
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Post by maidenofsilence on Dec 10, 2010 13:37:45 GMT -6
Amami Kazunari was still bowed, but it was doing wonders to his dizziness. However, he did see the bow that was returned. Not only the bow of a dancer, but one that most girls had left behind for curtsies before dancing a good four centuries ago. He was all but bursting at the seams with laughter, but he kept up the façade. At least, until she responded to him. He couldn’t help the giggles that spilled forth. He looked down to his newfound companion and beamed. “I like you, we should be friends. Yes, let’s be friends,” Kazunari’s smile rested into a more comfortable, relaxed grin. Letting go of his steadying pole, the blonde moved towards the brunette a bit. He thought for a moment, and nodded to himself before yawning, blocking what he’d meant to say. He covered his mouth, and waited for a moment. The wind had become a slow, soft breath every minute or two, and it pulled leaves from the trees and from the ground in a small ballet with the dust spinners that danced near them. A bird let out a long shrill, but the dancers just moved to the sound, they did not cease. Amami did not notice this; he was putting the words together in his brain the right way. “If you show me around town a bit, I’ll treat you to lunch,” he offered. Being friendly usually got you friends, he’d decided a few years ago. That and letting them talk about themselves; a surefire way to get them to think they’d made a deep connection. Still, Kazunari knew that the rush of being somewhere new would rub off soon and he’d go back to being his timid self. He carefully remembered his mother’s carousel exercise, and imagined himself like a carousel pony, attached to a pole so he couldn’t feel the dizziness anymore. He grimaced, and wondered vaguely if his fever was acting up again. It could just be that his fingers were cold, but his irregular heartbeat—from a heart murmur when he was younger, his heart pounded not only with the regular two beats, but with quieter third as well—was insistently sounding in his ears and he felt warmer. It didn’t change his thoughts though, he’d still look at the town with Tsukino-san if she wanted to show him around, so he cast his gaze to the girl and calmed himself with a blank mind for a moment.
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