Absentmindedness for the W-I-N.
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Post by akari on Dec 28, 2009 9:25:37 GMT -6
[[OOC: I'm quite unfamiliar with the different seasons, and I'm not sure if even winter has a setting sun. Lol. I hope you forgive any errors I have done. I'm from a tropical country. ^^;]]
Snow. The bright red-orange orb now hangs in the afternoon sky more often, and the lazy gray clouds dissipate slowly in the cold, chilly atmosphere of the city. Winter spots, such as snow puddles and cold temperatures lurk around, not bothering to die blissfully until spring arrives, with good riddance, in either the short green stalks of the grass, or through sifting, eroding cracks of cemented pavements. Insects and other warm-weather folk somehow didn't appear this winter season, and one could no longer see bees painting invisible trails in the sky for their friends to follow, and also the birds which humbly coo their songs while perched on aging tree barks. Despite the fact that winter has been missing a lot of things, it gave such a comforting aura to everyone's soul. It doesn't mean that it's still not a wonderful season to spend your time with.
It had been at least four to five years, in anniversary, since she had been staying in the city, and already, she had seen the many monotone colors of winter, and other above characteristics of a lazy, quiet cold Sunday. A teenage girl lay seated on a bench, the school uniform hugging her as wrinkles slightly danced in the wind's soft waves of air. Trailing slowly over her relaxed body, one would see a thin red sweatshirt over her upper as well. The hood stretches slightly over a head of purple hair. Finally, within that up-stretched hood, and behind a strand or so of purple hair, you would see a pair of large eyes, which looked up to the sky, as if they were magnetized to the heavens alone. They study, with a hint of interest, to the seemingly endless wave of buildings in the setting horizon, their rooftops silhouetted in the setting sun.
Her hands would move towards the hood and shift it backwards so it wouldn't cover her head any longer. The place was rather popular among the city's youth, making a name for itself by selling an assortment of caffeinated drinks and sweets. People have been selling things that opposed the temperature of the season -- like warm clothes, scarfs, hot chocolate (or cocoa), and so forth. Still bearing a composed exterior, she decided to stand up and walk around. She paid little attention to where she was going. It was all rather indirect, going wherever her feet took her. Her life was like that – transient... pointless; it was a life of aimless meandering. Everything was so variable. Her bag, in which she shouldered as she stood up, swung in synchrony with her gait. Though one might think it would be the most outstanding element of her outfit, many people neglected to notice it, and those that did just gave her a short stare. She was not sure whether she brought along her money. It's not like she'll even buy anything here, she'll simply just loiter around like she usually does.
It was unlikely that she would need them as well, for she was really disinterested with most of the things people would sell and all. Her money have been considered scarce for a few days. She was never one to buy things that doesn't even give her some kind of benefit, but maybe if she'll continue searching for a shop that intrigues her, then the situation would probably pick up an interesting pace. Speaking of shops and the like... her wandering had brought her by her favorite cafe that sells hot cocoa. She remembered another one that sells the same thing. Perhaps warming her interior from the cold would be a bit more convenient for the purple-haired girl. She adjusted her course and, with a more purposeful step, strode toward the familiar building. As she neared the door, she spotted a white piece of paper taped to it. Upon closer inspection, it proved to be a note that read, “Out to lunch. Be back later.” She returned to the pavement, and began to walk once again. She doesn't even know what to do anymore when there is no—
Her thoughts were abruptly cut off. Instead, the girl's gaze had fallen upon the form of a bright shop that was decorated with Christmas lights. From what she had known, Christmas eve was already over, but it seems like the owner can still feel the spirit. It wasn't the first time that she'd seen a store or shop with vivid-themed colors, and she found their variety of meals mildly amusing. She wonders if the owner sells sweets and also her favorite brownies inside. She knew that she can already make one herself, but it wouldn't hurt to at least appease your stomach with someone else's homemade desserts. Why was she getting so excited up over such a trivial thing? Right. Her countenance significantly calmed. Right. She opened the door to the shop, seeing only several people inside with a number of employees pacing busily. Akari found herself entering inside, her eyes slowly taking their time to search for a place for her to sit. She saw a vacant one near the window, and she immediately approached it and dumped her bag on the table. It has two seats, but she can't find a table that only has one.
She didn't wait for a waiter to come aid her needs, she decided to go to the counter herself. The line only consists her and another person who's already in the process of paying. Afterwards, it was finally her turn. "Three strawberry cupcakes and one mango shake, please?" she asked, whilst occasionally staring at the small menu that somehow contained the most popular desserts and drinks. The cashier shifted towards another area, getting three strawberry cupcakes, then he made the shake with the desired flavor. As soon as he placed them on a tray, he told her the total cost. "That would be fifty yen all in all." Both realization and panic suddenly jolted her senses as she searched in her pockets with widened eyes. Did she even bring money with her? Are they in her bag? Probably not. What's she going to do? He's already staring at her with impatience. She gulped audibly, still searching with a stubborn fashion. Seriously, this is not right, this is just not right. Unexpectedly...
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Post by Mizukami Ayumu on Dec 31, 2009 23:19:40 GMT -6
cross. Ayumu strolled from the cold outside to the more comfortable confines of the store. He was most chilled, and the heat was a welcome respite; it was ironic that he disliked heat when in the summer. Well, people liked certain contrasts, in regards to being warm-blooded creatures. He wasn't really up for buying anything, though knowing his stomach, he would probably buy a thing or two just to appease the delusive hunger made by the different smells of the store.
He strolled around, looking. Not many were in the process of ordering, of buying, though that was not counting those that waiters approached while they sat comfy. There were tables that were vacant, but he felt no pressing need to rid them of their vacancy; perhaps, at a different day, he would be scolded by an employee or two for merely floating about and not immediately getting to business, but it was Christmas season, and people's tempers were somewhat dulled. To tell the truth, he wasn't really sure why he entered... maybe to get some heating... maybe he could buy a cupcake or two.
He finally, after much deliberation, went slowly, unhurriedly, to the counter. There was a girl on line, the only one there, and she seemed a little busy fiddling with the pockets of her coats. He did not know her, but she seemed familiar; she was around her age, so she must go to the same school... if she lived around these parts. He tried not to think about it too much. The one that was familar was the cashier; he was another person who was familiar... more familiar, in fact; he was of his age, and one of his few friends. "Takagi." he greeted, as the young cashier paused from collecting the girl's money to greeting him. "Your father made you work again?"
"Well, Christmas gets us a lot of customers." Takagi answered. He was a classmate of Ayumu's, and his family owned this store. "Father figured he could trust me with the cupcakes not getting eaten." Though Takagi-kun wasn't exactly plump, he was a little chubby, rounded at the edges. Strawberry, mango, Ayumu surmised; he hadn't heard the girl order. Takagi already looked a little impatient, though Ayumu knew him better and it was probably just his face. He turned his attention back to the customer, who looked a little... stricken. "Fifty yen, ma'am." he repeated.
"Takagi." said Ayumu, intervening. Takagi could be a little pushy at times, even if he didn't mean it. With that, Takagi softened the expression on his face. "Miss, is there a problem?" asked Mizukami Ayumu. He had a hunch just what the girl's problem was, but he hated jumping into conclusions. Maybe he could help her; he knew the Takagis well enough, after all. And fifty yen... maybe he had that much money. He hadn't checked. We'll see. [/size]
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Post by akari on Jan 3, 2010 21:52:42 GMT -6
The day had been light and relaxing so far, but Akari did not expect something like this to happen to her. It's just unusual for her, which only made sense that the purple-haired girl was both shocked and panicked. "Please wait here, I'll search in my bag," she hastily told the cashier as she took a few large strides at a run towards where her bag is currently located, and she didn't even realize what she was doing.
Akari zipped the bag open, immediately fumbling her hands mindlessly inside, trying to feel the texture of her wallet. She didn't even bring it along with her! Oh God. She puffed out a warm breath before dashing back towards the counter. Quickly, her words came out, not hindered by any thinking that may have occurred in her head before she decided to speak. But that was normal for her, anyway; she often spoke without thinking about what she was saying, but she wouldn't regret that until afterwards, when she realized what she had said. And so, following this not irregular pattern of hers, her lips parted as if by their own accord and let out the words that had not gone to her brain before going to her mouth.
"S-Sorry, I did not bring any money with me," she said, and it didn't even occur to her how stupid she must have sounded to someone who had no idea why she told him such an unacceptable reason, and it wasn't until after the words were out of her mouth that she thought about them -- but that was the regular pattern for her words said on impulse. Even so, her purple eyes widened and she hastened to apologize, hoping he had not taken offense at her words, for what if he wasn't actually a friendly cashier? Then she would just seem stupid, perhaps even rude, for telling him such things like not paying because she didn't bring her money. Even so, she felt as if she needed to apologize for her brash words, and so, she did just that, speaking as she lowered her gaze in bashfulness.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to -- I'll just --" Her statement stopped in mid-sentence. Somehow, she can't come up of any words that can complete it smoothly. After all, what was left for her to do -- or say? She was even speechless at the moment. She can't bear to look at the cashier's face now. The girl found her eyes catching a figure of a young boy approaching her.
Akari didn't mind this before another realization suddenly placed her into an even deeper misfortune. The boy stayed, probably waiting for the purple-haired girl to pay her cost, but -- you know -- that's actually the problem here. She rechecked her pockets again, more discreetly this time, but she really can't find any sign of money in the safety of her pockets.
Takagi. At the call of that name, she stopped what she was doing, realizing after a few moments that it was the cashier's name. She glanced at the two of them for a short while, noticing that they began to engage in an idle conversation she's not planning to involve herself in. She seized the opportunity to search again, but she failed for the third time.
Akari gulped when the cashier repeated the amount she's supposed to pay. The purple-haired girl bit her lower lip, shrugging her shoulders, then she bowed her head in apology. Akari was about to speak when the boy asked her what could be the problem. "Uh, I didn't bring any money with me," she answered straightforwardly, but her tone of voice was flavored with paranoia.
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Post by Mizukami Ayumu on Jan 8, 2010 19:03:23 GMT -6
circle. "Oh."
For a moment, the three of them, Takagi, the cashier, Mizukami, and the girl, stood, in a pause that was every bit as uncomfortable as the chilly world outside. Ayumu had half-expected this, but even if he knew what was going to happen, it did not much to prepare him for what happened next.
Ayumu was no master in interaction with people, and he wasn't even very sure why he came up and did this unexpected action; perhaps because he felt like it, or perhaps because he thought he could handle it. Takagi was his friend, after all.
As such, it took a moment for Ayumu to realize what he should do next, and to get rid of unnecessary hesitation. The cashier was waiting, patiently, and fortunately enough, there were no other customers in line, but it was still not very reassuring. The way that the aloof boy let the silence drag, it felt like he was surprised, even if he wasn't. The 'oh' bit didn't help.
Takagi was... well, he was not used to meeting customers who didn't have money, since it was just a while since his father let him handle the accounting of the shop again, but definitely... he was used with Mizukami-kun's antics.
"Something... you want... to do... Mizukami?"
It took a lot of effort for Takagi to suppress his itching grin, and it looked like a cross of his impatient face and a hiccup. Mizukami obviously wanted to help out, in his random way, this random stranger who happened to be randomly assigned a place in front of the line, in front of him; he'll decide, sooner or later, though certain things drag on with Mizukami around, and what's more, he doesn't realize it all that much. He turned back to let out a giggle.
"Takagi, I have forty-nine yen to spare." muttered Mizukami Ayumu, slightly annoyed. It wasn't the first time the chubby creature which he sometimes called friend and sometimes called fiend did the 'I-can't-breathe-it's funny' routine. Honestly, he was awkward with these stuff, but he just couldn't see himself exaggerated enough to be funny. Well, Takagi was easily amused. "I could give you the other yen later. What do you say?"
"Oh, uh..." started Ayumu again, realizing that, first, he didn't even inform the girl of his little decision, which would be, in implication, he would pay for the girl's food (and he wouldn't be getting any; sorry for him, he was walking around with just loose change, and a little more...), and second, he didn't even get her permission. In the corner of his eye, as he turned to address the girl, he could see Takagi doing one of his fits again. He frowned slightly. He wrung his hands in a little nervous maneuver.
"It's okay that I pay for it?" he finally asked, and Takagi, letting out a guffaw, plucked a one-yen coin from his pocket. "I'll... pitch... in, too. Haha." After a bit of staggering and strange looks from the tables close enough to the counter, Takagi started doing his tapping-thing. Ayumu scrambled a bit with his pocktes, double-checking and extricating the strange combination of crumpled bills and tarnished coins.
Ayumu didn't really get what happened; he wasn't really much of a character to treat other people, but maybe because it was a very Christmassy mood, or because he simply felt like it. And maybe because the girl looked a little agape and helpless there... well, he shouldn't think much about it. He waited for the girl's answer, although with Takagi's latest actions, it was pretty much decided. Talk about railroading.
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