Shopping with the eyes
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Post by Fujibayashi Ryou on Mar 31, 2010 19:53:43 GMT -6
Just a little while...
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Ryou strolled slowly, looking at the sights. Shops had a certain mystique, whether you had the money to pay for the goods they flaunted or not. Of course, the owners of the aforementioned shops decorated their windows and their shelves in order to attract customers and to make them buy... but such decorations were beautiful in their own way.
Ryou was a simple girl, and although she was not detached from wanting to acquire certain goods, she knew that the possibility of acquiring such goods was proportional to just how much money one had in one's pocket, or wallet, or whatever secure container. It was hard to explain... but there was something enjoyable in looking around at wares, even if one would probably never get to buy them. It was a sort of watching art.
Smells drifted from patisseries and bakeries, and all sorts of places offering all sorts of food and goodies; the aromas were like strings that brought the hungry and the whimsical in. Ryou wasn't particularly enthralled about that, however. Her eyes passed through stores with dresses and accessories and toys, though they only stayed in those windows for a short time; a particularly eye-catching blue dress caught her attention for a little longer than the others, but that was it.
She was in a fleeting mood; she still wore her school uniform, her older sister having taken her secret motorcycle as her transport home, while she dropped herself here, going off the bus prematurely. She did so with a whim, or perhaps because her cards seemed to tell her that when she dropped them in the school's hallway earlier. Maybe she would meet someone here, a friend... or perhaps someone more. Would Okazaki-kun be around this place? She wondered for what reason he would pass by.
She finally stopped at a store whose window was bedecked with particularly peculiar goods; peculiar, perhaps, for a high school girl to be interested in. There were charts of stars, and even a telescope; a crystal ball that seemed a little on the plastic side, and a few packs of cards. There were things she wanted to get... oh well. Maybe a little more saving... she paused for a while, as if staying before the window would bring her a bit of luck.
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Post by Mizukami Ayumu on Apr 15, 2010 1:38:34 GMT -6
Leisurely, Ayumu scanned the area, his hands in his pockets, rifling through the coins and keys stored and concealed herein. Nonchalantly he observed couples, little groups of friends, and the odd co-worker posse strolling on the same paved sidewalks as he. There were students like him, recognizable by their uniform, and then there were youngsters his age, perhaps also students, but who simply have chosen to shed their attire for something more casual. Of course, there were the store attendants, some looking as sleepy as the lull, what with the customers not as many as at other times of the day. It was nearing dusk, and some people were more concerned of getting home than of looking around, and perhaps buying something.
He himself was clad in his jacket, but underneath was his uniform. It was getting late, and perhaps he should start making his way home. He had tarried for quite a while already here, watching the videos that lopped around in the television sets for display, hypothesizing the contents of books by their varied covers, and sometimes treating oneself to a bit of sweet stuff, like taiyaki, or soft ice cream. He even knew a classmate who had a pastry shop here, but he didn't want to make his debts increase. His stomach was the main vanquisher of his savings.
Still, he did not feel any hurry yet, any urgency to go home... his sister might not be home yet, what with her involvement with clubs and the like, unlike him... and his grandfather would probably be sleeping, though he might wake up sooner or later... and his father... now, what could Father be doing..? He clapped his hands, once, in an obeisance directed to no one. He did it when he was trying to think.
His legs continued to move, his soles sliding. His eyes were momentarily shut, and at that moment, as had happened before, and Ayumu simply did not learn, or perhaps he was taking his time learning... he bumped into someone, though bump would be a euphemism. He was jolted from his thinking as he dropped to the pavement, his palms catching his fall, a sweet, feminine smell slipping into his nostrils by the sudden contact. His ears picked up the sound of a fellow crash, and he hurriedly opened his eyes. It was... a girl, and they were in front of some spooky shop.
"E... excuse me..." [/size]
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Post by Fujibayashi Ryou on Apr 27, 2010 21:53:32 GMT -6
She didn't realize it until she toppled over. She had been a little too intent at looking and imagining, that she did not notice. What she had not noticed had been what toppled her over, and it seemed simultaneously slow and fast that she approached the pavement. She crashed unceremoniously, her bag slumping but the strap remaining on her shoulder, some pencils scattering and rolling off a compartment not well sealed.
The pain came after. She was the receiving end of the momentum; well, technically, it was the pavement, but pavements were tough like that, not like she. Ryou started to get up; it appeared that there wasn't anything broken with her, and that was reassuring. What hit the pavement-- a shoulder, a palm, and some of her arm-- were a little bit aching and the remaing bit numb. She grit her teeth. "Ow..." she managed to utter, as she blinked her eyes, and faced her accidental assailant.
He looked almost as tall as her. He was a small person, though not too small. He had the strangest silver hair and eyes that seemed a little too glassy for his own good... perhaps he was thinking of something too, and that was why he failed to notice. The glassiness, however, was melting for something else... an apologetic look?
She tried tentatively to get on her feet, but she seemed to be having a little difficulty. She settled for a sitting position, shifting her body to face this not-entirely-unwanted-acquaintance. He had the same uniform as hers, that of the nearby high school... she wondered if her sister would be in the vicinity, and she hoped she wouldn't misinterpret it. Or anybody else misinterpret it. Most of her problems stemmed from that. The boy looked nice, if a little shifty... "I-I'm okay..." [/size] OC: BTW, this thread is still open, even if it looks like I'm RPing with myself. *looks at Saska* XD
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Post by Mizukami Ayumu on May 20, 2010 0:38:19 GMT -6
A small flush came to Ayumu's cheeks as he picked himself up from the ground. He had been clumsy again, and somebody else paid for it at the same time as he. He was perfectly okay with being ditzy as long as he wasn't wreaking havoc and terror... well, that's pretty much a hyperbole, but simply put, the high school student didn't want anybody to suffer because of his carelessness. Well, anybody else, he doesn't mind a bit of suffering once in a while.
"Would you like a hand?" Ayumu managed to ask, his mouth working before his mind actually did. He was a boy, and even if he was a rather strange sort of boy, he was still a boy, and it was a girl in front of him. His thought processes recovering and lurching back to their usual patterns, he remembered to extend his hand, something that should have accompanied the statement. Then he remembered that his hands were probably dirty, them being the reason he hadn't completely smashed into the girl he was trying to... erm... converse with right now. He frantically clapped and rubbed his hands together, looking a little silly.
He really wasn't good at this. "I'm... I'm really sorry." He re-extended his hand, which was slightly relieved of the dust it had managed to pick up. He felt immediately awkward; it was a girl, and by closer inspection, she looked like a senpai... he wondered if she would know Furukawa-senpai. She smelled good, too. Wait... where did that thought come from? He shook his head, as if that would kill the notion.
He wondered what she could be thinking of him.
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Post by Fujibayashi Ryou on May 22, 2010 0:10:59 GMT -6
What she could be thinking about him? She might have thought him quite odd, but in no way unpleasant. After faltering a few times in giving her the hand he had offered, Ryou finally was helped up to her feet. A few passersby noticed the little event, but they didn't linger too long... thought they still made the shy Fujibayashi cringe a little inside. She tried removing the dust that had gotten into her clothes when she made her unfortunate landing.
"I-it's okay." she managed to utter. The boy seemed almost as awkward as she, though not in the way that she managed to be awkward. While she was shy, he seemed... aloof? A little out of it? His expressions seemed a little removed. She wondered how she would deal with this character. She mentally encouraged herself: Come on, Ryou! You're a class representative! Even if you're shy, you can at least talk! Now, if she could only figure out what to say...
He looked a little flushed. That was different. From deep into thinking, to a mild apology, to a pallid blush... his colors seemed to change a little too quickly for her. Nothing made being painfully awkward more painful than having the other person as painfully awkward as you are. At least, that was what it seemed... maybe the guy was awkward, but maybe he didn't suffer as much in his awkwardness...
"T-thank you."
And after all that thinking and observation, that was all she managed to say.
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Post by Mizukami Ayumu on Jun 4, 2010 0:44:36 GMT -6
Ayumu seemed to be tripping on something else other than stones; this whole serendipitous meeting was beginning to be a slow, progressive hop from one quandary to another. It would be the easiest to just scurry off, since he had, after all, helped her up already, and she had replied; after all, they were strangers, and perhaps they should remain that way. Then again, despite all his airiness, Ayumu does not usually end up slamming into people; he usually manages to avoid at the nick of time... perhaps Fate wanted to say something. He wondered if Fate was laughing.
At any rate, she was in the same high school, a year level higher than him, so... "Se-senpai..." and then, what else should he say? He didn't want to repeatedly say sorry... and he kind of felt that if he did so, the unexpectedly fragrant senpai in front of him would probably repeatedly say 'it's all right' too. His urges had a way of being right when they were quite uncomfortable. The muttered, stuttered words that had come out seemed a little inaudible... and Ayumu pondered what to do next.
"I really didn't mean to... slam onto you... senpai..." he managed to say, a little louder this time, though still quite on the soft end of the sound spectrum. His voice whiffed a little at the part where he said 'slam onto you'. To tell the truth, he felt a little embarrassed, though the emotion came a little later to him. The senpai was beautiful, with the sort of beauty that you would only notice if you look a little longer... and he could not help comparing her to Furukawa-senpai... there were differences, but there was something that was the same. He breathed in, and made up his mind.
"What is your name, senpai?"
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Post by Fujibayashi Ryou on Jun 13, 2010 0:54:35 GMT -6
Senpai? she thought. She had been a little absorbed in his eccentricities that she did not realize that the boy standing before her was wearing her school's uniform... he was in the second year, judging from the badge decorating his pocket. He looked like the sort who wouldn't mind her getting a little untangled first... but she didn't like to keep anybody waiting.
"M-my name?" The question seemed out of the blue, but then again, there weren't many things that you could say to a stranger you just a little forcefully and literally bumped into. She had meant to say some other reassuring things, like it wasn't entirely his fault, even though, well, it was really his fault, but what came out was that two-word question, and a question mark plainly on her face.
"U-um..."
She wondered how her older sister would react to this, if she were in this situation. No doubt she'd handle it very authoritatively, unlike her, who was in tenterhooks just thinking of what to say... the boy seemed to be handling it quite coolly. The only thing Ryou could probably boast about was that she wouldn't go about it violently... then again, her sister's faults were hers, and her own faults were hers.
Another what-if would be if her sister chanced upon this strange incident... or perhaps could she have been looking on from the start that this absent-minded kohai-assailant had come? Perhaps not; she could not see her, and even if she was here, she should have probably announced herself already. She wondered how he would react to her sister...
"A-anou... my name?" she repeated, testily. "It's Fujibayashi Ryou."
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Post by Mizukami Ayumu on Jul 5, 2010 1:54:30 GMT -6
Ayumu processed the information. Fujibayashi Ryou... I'm sure I heard that somewhere before. And for some reason the name makes me shiver, though definitely it's not from the recognition of the name itself... A little instinctively, the Mizukami looked around, as if expecting something that resembles a bullet train or some other imminent threat to come by his direction. The girl seemed nice enough... a little milder than Furukawa-senpai's warmth, but no less benevolent. He was becoming specific in his observations.
Well, perhaps it's better to get all this awkwardness done with. he thought. He didn't know what to say or what to do, so he should probably just tell the truth outright. That's always nifty. "Well... Fujibaya--Fujibayashi-senpai..." he started, tripping on his tongue. He hadn't gotten the surname that well, yet. "It's Fujibayashi, right?" he said, getting a little dissuaded. It was a surname with lots of syllables, after all... well, at least it's not a tongue twister...
Come on, Ayumu, you can pull this off. The idea's simple. "Um... I don't really know what to do or say next, senpai..." he finally said. "What should we do after getting up from getting bumped by each other?" he continued, without even flinching. He praised himself, in his thoughts, for not flinching.
"Well... I guess it was more of me bumping on to you..." he included as an afterthought. Will it be the male who would lead, or the elder? Ayumu wanted to move things around, but his pace... was, as always, a little off from what most people would call 'moving around'.
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Post by Fujibayashi Ryou on Jul 10, 2010 18:42:28 GMT -6
Ryou couldn't help it; a couple of giggles floated out of her mouth like bubbles, her eyes crinkling in suppressed amusement. "Don't mind it, don't mind it." she managed to say. She smiled at his attempts to defuse the tension of the situation... and although it was a little clumsy, it was sincere, and Ryou thought that he succeeded enough. His reactions were a little... quirky, but she did not find them completely irksome.
"So, Kohai-san, would you tell me your name?" she said. After all, she had given him her name, and she couldn't help but be amused at the confused look at his face. Perhaps he couldn't completely remember yet... that Ryou's sister was very, very dangerous. "I'm... not really that sure what to do, too, Kohai-san." she said, following the boy's admission. It felt... a little easier... to tell what she thought of the situation... to her bumpmate.
Seeing an ice-cream stand across the street, she played with an idea. True, she did not have money to spend buying those certain things in the creepy-looking shop that she wanted... but maybe she could afford an ice cream or two. "How about we have ice cream?" she suggested. This boy, who was younger than she... made her a little confident to push on. Perhaps because he pushed on, so unassumingly.
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