What Hides in the Dark
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2012 21:17:45 GMT -6
Date: [May 12 2003]Time: [8:30 PM]
The days that followed the festival were so exceptionally dull that a certain foreigner (or gaijin, as she was called to her extreme irritation) often found herself resorting to writing. She didn’t even have much else to do. It was a pastime, not a hobby (and don’t you forget it!). Her writing itself wasn’t exceptionally shoddy, just amateur and unfortunately she was aware of this fact. Her characters were a bit over-dramatic and perhaps the plot a bit predictable? It didn’t matter. She wasn’t a writer but a fashionista! So what if she perhaps had deep-seated desires to write an epic story about a poor little rich girl who had to deal with insufferable idiots, ignoring her superiority and generally resulting in her being a sympathetic character!
On second thought, it wouldn’t garner much sympathy at all. Sure she was egotistical, but she wasn’t stupid; it wouldn’t sit well with readers but WAIT A MINUTE
[/b]! Who said anyone would be reading this? She hugged the piece of paper to her chest, looking around. With a frantic breath, she threw herself off of her large, canopy bed. It was queen-sized (how appropriate) with lavish pink bedding and sparkly, sequined décor pillows. The room itself had cherry-colored walls and soft, crème-golden tinted carpet that seemed to squeeze itself between her toes with every cautious step. It was a spacious bedroom, with mirrors littering the room as well as posters of boy-bands and models. The entire sleeping space gave off a girly but glitzy and overpriced feel. There was a desk at the side, with pictures of childhood friends from America tacked along it but over-all it was dusty as she barely used it. Studying? Please.Her most occupied space of her room was her vanity mirror, which was arguably the only area kept remotely messy at all. Makeup, hair-brushes and other self-indulging appliances stacked along the white, wooden desktop. She walked along past it, crumbling up the less-than-stellar story she had worked on for the past 15 minutes. “Who am I kidding?” Indeed; only herself. Writing made her think deep, intellectual thoughts and that totally wasn’t her. It would lead to other things and before she knew it, she would be a complete dweeb. Fashion was her staple, her passion and it showed: Avery was an incredibly attractive girl. Tall, slender with long, curvy legs and not to mention that large bust! Her eyebrows had an arched, angry feel to them which meshed well with her angular face. Despite this, she hated to flaunt her assets because while she adored attention it was the wrong kind of attention. Her thoughts drifted from herself to the soft lulling of music from downstairs with a curt turn of her head. Ugh. Her father and his… girlfriend Kyoko were enjoying a candlelit dinner for two, promptly prepared by their butler, Mishi. She listened belatedly for a few seconds before turning back to herself in the mirror: a flaming red, silken light sports-hoody that hugged her curves, skinny jeans and matching scarlet pumps. She looked good, but that wasn’t anything new. It did however make her want to go out and about; perhaps some late-night shopping. Putting her long strands of golden hair in pigtails, she left her bangs free and tufted as usual, slipping out of her room with a creep to her step. [Enter VANDERBILT MANOR] The bully’s abode was an exceptionally large mansion atop the hill that overlooked the rest of Hikarizaka. It was joined by a few other homes and she speculated another girl from her school lived nearby. The mansion was arguably the only westernized home in the entire town, white with a coal-black roof and arched, paned windows lining all of its sides. It was well-known not only for that but it’s complicated shrubbery, large tennis court (with the “A” in Avery’s name inter-grained into the floor of the court) and according to Avery’s bragging, a huge, sophisticated pool with a “sparking waterfall, rocks and glass-paned walls”. The entire home boasted flashy spending but inside was more humble. With deep mauve walls and rich oak floorings and customary scrolls and Samurai suits, Vanderbilt Manor was a mish-mash of Western and Eastern culture, much like her eccentric and bubbly father. The aforementioned father’s laughs boomed from the expansive dining room, as apparently she had just told some kind of joke. Avery rolled her piercing eyes at this, giving a little patronizing scoff. She slowly lingered down the steps, with her father’s wallet in her site. She tip-toed towards it, not nervous. He was probably too pre-occupied and damnit, she NEEDED that sweater! It was still hanging up in the store’s window (or as she had seen it last) and probably wouldn’t last much longer until some rather gangly girl bought it instead. Fabulous wear deserved a fabulous girl. In tow was her pet Pomeranian, Crème, who sniffled at her ankles as the girl was mere inches away from her father’s money. At first it seemed like he was assisting her as some kind of watch-pup, but he was only interested in his owner’s own scent. At last! It’s not like he’ll mind. He spends money all the time… not like he’ll ever notice, or whatever. Besides, an 100$ a-week allowance doesn’t cut it at all. I’ve already spent this week’s money on accessories![/color] Stuffing the cash in her pocket, she scooped up the blonde pooch and proceeded to the front door, passing the dining room. “Avery, dear?”“Yes, Daddy?” She responded with an overly-sweet tone, as Crème panted vacantly in her arms with his beady chocolate eyes. “Where are you going? Isn’t it a bit late?” Her father asked casually, with slight curiosity. In truth, he probably didn’t care. “Just out. Uhm, like, taking Crème on a walk. I kind of forgot to today. If I don’t show up, then some creepy Japanese pervert attacked me.” She stated this last bit with an air of hostility, most likely referring to her previous and reoccurring whining of wanting to return to America. Her father only chuckled, giving a wave of his ringed hand. “Alright Princess, but be back soon. Don’t you uh…” he trailed off, as he looked to Kyoko. Avery’s eyes darted to the woman, who seemed to only slightly recoil at the blonde girl’s warning gaze. “…homework to do or uh, something with your school dear?”“Yes, Daddy. Later.” With the slam of the front door, Avery cut off the last bits of her father’s response but she didn’t care. She knew her grades weren’t all that spectacular: she simply didn’t care. She personally and strongly disliked her educational prison, being around her classmates who she couldn’t bear to cooperate with. As a result, she did poorly in projects and preferred to work alone. Studying was also out of the question. She had the time but not the will. This showed in results, but only casted it aside. Her father was too busy or preoccupied with Kyoko and the latter wouldn’t dare intervene but she did try. Oho, did she ever. But none of that was important now. With the Pomeranian’s leash secured, Avery began to trail down the sidewalk, taking in the cool night’s air as the dog trotted along in front of her, it’s tongue hanging to the side, not even caring if it happened to catch a bug or two in its mouth. Her step had a bounce and she actually felt excited! The lights of Downtown were greeting her, as a few people were out strolling along the sides, looking into the small few shops. The district with the Dept. Store was up ahead, in the distance with all of the more valuable shops. She only sneered at the other stores with fewer customers – and we all know why – taking note of how little people were out. True, the town was small and it was a school night, so perhaps it wasn’t all that strange even if it felt so. An eerie buzzing hit her ears but she casted it aside, but she couldn’t help but shake off the fact she was alone – at night – in a country that she completely was afraid of. Like, dear god.Rooted to the spot, only a few more blocks away from the Shopping District, she noticed Crème was acting up. Badly. He was snarling and while he could be aggressive, he was practically baring his fangs and attempting to lunge forward but the leash was restricting him from taking off. “Hey, you stupid …freakin’ mutt! Like, calm down! Please! CRÈME!” He was attempting to break from his restraints but Avery wouldn’t have it, bending down to attempt to coax the dog into submission. She didn’t even notice the sound of rollerblades blatting into the cement of the sidewalk. [/blockquote][/size]
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Post by kiyoshi on Apr 29, 2012 0:25:28 GMT -6
Kiyoshi sat in his small room, tertiary level textbooks on the table which he was taking notes on. They were textbooks which would help him in his Rollerblading, so things like Physics and Mathematics. He had already finished his homework and studied up on things for ahead of what he will be doing in class, so he can finish whenever. With the time that's been taken up from the Festival, he's studied nothing in class but kept up in his own time. He also couldn't go out rollerblading while the festival was happening because it would bring too much attention to him at such a time. Seeing the time was about 8:30pm now, he decided he had studied enough and closed his books and put everything away. He had eaten his dinner while studying so he was all set to go out rollerblading for the night. It had been a while after all. He was looking forward to this break.
Putting on his night uniform of sorts, his old team clothing, Kiyoshi readied himself and got his rollerblades on. Exiting his apartment and locking the door behind him, he put on his beanie like usual and kicked the ground to start himself off to gain a bit of thrust. Today's location of choice would be downtown instead of the shopping district. It still wasn't late enough to have complete freedom at night so he would have to wait a while longer for that. For now, downtown should be deserted enough for him to blade however he wants. Exiting the residential area, he could feel the wind passing by his exposed face. It felt refreshing. Faster. Faster. Speeding off down the road, he picked up as much speed as he could.
Seeing a rail along the footpath, he kept up his speed and came up to the rail at an angle, roughly 45 degrees from parallel, and jumped up to it's height, kicking off it and doing a forward flip, rotate in the air, and land backwards as he soften the landing by bending his knees and spreading his arms out. Not letting his speed cut down too much, he spun around on the spot and continued on his way. It took him a long time to get to how good he is now. Not all the moves are actually real moves but they work well enough and are fun to pull off. He did gymnastics long enough to be able to do this without worry. He wore no shin, knee or elbow pads, which shows that he's confident in his abilities. Sure, he may make mistakes, but nothing he can't handle.
Finding himself finally in the downtown area, Kiyoshi gripped his fists tight, feeling the cloth of his fingerless gloves as he lowered his body posture so that he could gain speed. Going along the footpath where there seemed to be no one, he picked up the speed. Kicking the ground every so often, he moved along as best as he could. The path was reasonably leveled so he would have a bit of trouble keeping up speed without kicking off. Finally going at a speed which he liked, he stopped kicking the ground and watched the area around him pass by. It felt great having the sensation of speed and air rushing by him. But, it all came to a halt when he could hear barking up ahead.
Eyes jolting forward and vision focusing in front of him, Kiyoshi could see something which would end up badly. There was someone with their dog on the footpath. Normally it wouldn't be a problem, but it just so happened that the distance between them was roughly 15m and he was going too fast to stop in time or to swerve off the path. There were rails to one side of the person and a wall to the other. He had to think quick. Looks like he had no choice. Kicking hard on the ground and lowering his posture as much as he could, he tried to gain as much speed as he could. Fail and risk injury to himself and possibly a bystander. Succeed and he would feel on top of the world. He had never attempted what he was going to do, but it would be interesting.
Five meters to go. Kiyoshi put his arms to his side and as close to the ground as he could. Three meters to go. He seemed to fall forwards, as if collapsing or slipping on something. Just a meter before impact and Kiyoshi kicks the ground as hard as he can, pushing off with his rollerblades. As his head came closer and closer to the ground, his feet seemed to go up. Just as his head was about to hit the ground, his arms thrust out and pushed him up and over. An extreme forward flip and speed. Once cleared of the ground, Kiyoshi made sure it was his head facing the bystander the entire way over, arms straight out to his side for stability, legs straight up in the air. If he did a proper turn, his legs would have smacked over whoever it was beneath him.
Rollerblades touching the ground, knees bending to soften the landing and arms outstretched, his body kept moving because he still had some speed on him. Before he could move away too far, he quickly stretched his arm out in front and to the side of him, flat on the ground as he kept one leg close and stretched the other out, swing around a single point and coming to a stop, his hand on the ground being the pivot point. Finally stopped, he stood up as best as he could while wearing rollerblades. His beanie had fallen off mid jump and landed somewhere, most likely on the bystander. His blonde hair showed itself.
"That was a close one... Really got the adrenaline flowing. Hey, you. You alright?" Kiyoshi unintentionally spoke in English with a partly British accent, mostly neutral. The excitement and adrenaline in him right now caused his mind to go blank, and so he spoke in English instead of Japanese because of it. He spoke mainly to himself at first, then spoke in a rather oppressive but calm voice to the girl who happened to be with her dog and in his way. His knees were a bit wobbly from the high speed impact to the ground, so he wouldn't be rollerblading for at least a good ten minutes when he would have calmed down. Gliding over to the rail beside the two of them, Kiyoshi sat down on it to rest his feet.
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Post by Deleted on May 3, 2012 15:38:59 GMT -6
Everything was a blur and her nerves were becoming more shot than the gangster-rappers back in America. In fact, they often bragged about it. Quite stupid, really … who would want to take pride in getting into fights over who had the better-selling album? Or who had more booty-booty “hoes”? She much preferred to take delight in boasting about money, and even her looks. Nothing more than dirty, uncivil delinquents – The dog was pulling so fervently on its leash that it must’ve seen something it liked as it now erupted in a series of yips and squeals. Crème could be hyperactive and joyful; aggressive in its own right. It even had somewhat of a Napoleon Complex. However, it was simply going off its little rocker, throwing its torso upward to get a better look at what was ahead. But wait. What was ahead? She jerked her head up for only a second. A boy. She couldn’t tell how old though he was around her height (although this could’ve just been his rollerblades; she didn’t really care) but she could see it was someone also around her age – she guessed in a matter of a second.
She didn’t know where to go. There was the rail, the wall – but she had space behind her. Though she’d only keep on running and the boy wouldn’t be able to stop. He had picked up more than enough velocity; speed and would probably crash into her, despite her knack at being able to run very fast. With a quick shake of her head, she curved a knee down as if in some vain attempt to duck; maybe even bolt herself over the rail but before she could even go along with her half-baked plans to avoid painful and blunt contact, the boy somehow managed to do some kind of a flip over her head. No, almost into her head. She opened her mouth to scream as soon as all she could see was cloth; of some color. But as the time seemed to thrust itself forward which threw her off her guard. No, more like catapult her off guard because the next thing she knew, the boy’s leg; or thigh, was just barely an inch from her view as he glided over her slightly-bent frame. She didn’t know whether to cringe, cry or burst into flames of (most-likely) incoherent hatred.
A boy.
His thigh.
Almost against her face.
Sputtering in fear and shock against his appendage, her hands crooked at odd intervals and angles. An uncharacteristic squeal left her lips followed by a bit Japanese. She hardly ever spoke it; usually she made others speak English or communication wasn’t likely. It was something she heard on a game-show her father watched and it stuck with her, probable to the fact that it was something relevant to how the country made her feel, or rather a questioning of insanity.
”AIYEEEEEEEE! O watashi no kamisama naze!”(which roughly translates to “Oh my god why”) The exceedingly unexpected encounter seemed to launch her logical thought process into orbit, resulting in her spewing words in a tongue that she not only didn’t like, but wasn’t all too advanced in. She was frozen for a short time, before the boy’s knit-cap fell upon her face. While obviously not heavy to knock the 5’11” blonde down, she seemed to sway afterwards on a single foot. The revelation of what just occurred was making her uneasy on her feet. Her mouth let forth muffled words that didn’t register to either of them, before she finally lost her balance and blundered back down. The connection of the concrete to her back resulted in a long groan of pain, as she suddenly lost contact with the leash, but the initial realization of this didn’t seem to hit her until after she had removed the cap from her face, clutching it tightly in her palm.
”Crème? Crème! Where –“
She looked around wildly, before her widened eyes became much more focused; her pupils constricted in size as she looked on with horror: the blonde Pomeranian was trampling down the street, the leash sashaying back and forth across the sidewalk. Immediately, she pulled herself up to get a better (despite the fact it’d do nothing to help the situation) view. She stood there for what seemed like minutes, as she heard deep breathing behind her.
"That was a close one... Really got the adrenaline flowing. Hey, you. You alright?"
Quickly, she faced him with open eyes and faded color in her cheeks. She saw how he was staring at her, his breathless expression turning a bit inward as her own gradually changed to accusing anger. To further agitate the blonde and send her over the edge of no return, cheerful music began playing and pirouetting from the shopping district, bouncing in the air with little lyrics, all in Japanese.
She hardly noticed his weary tone and had no sympathy otherwise.
”… You… you… my dog! My expensive, precious dog! Like, I should PUNCH you if it didn’t mean breaking a nail or puncturing skin… this is all your fault.”
Despite her harsh words and tone to her stuttering voice, her expression now seemed genuinely concerned, her eyebrows raised in realization of the serious consequences that could follow the accident. It was growing darker and shoppers across the opposite way were disappearing. 20 or 30 minutes must’ve passed since she originally left, and she seemed uneasy as she looked back to where the dog had ran.
I’m like, going to ask a total stranger this but I can’t find that stupid puffball by myself. Not alone in this… city. I can’t. Like, it’s too much –
”You. You’re going to help me! I don’t care frankly, as you’re the reason this entire thing happened! Be more careful next time, or I’ll sue for …fracturing of my psyche!”
True, she knew some good lawyers (Mother is one.
[/i]) but perhaps the boy would’ve offered to help anyway. In fact, she probably was pulling the threats out of her ass, despite there being truth to their possibility. Really, she knew she might just screw up things with her attitude and harsh disposition, but she shook it off, locking it squarely in a little chest labeled “Repressed”. It wasn’t the time for being nice or polite, not that she would’ve really tried anyway. Yes, the dog was high-maintenance like it’s owner, and sometimes annoying, but she cared for it deeply. She’d do what she had to and take responsibility. To cement her words; to make it known he would help her, she took his beanie and threw it directly into his flabbergasted face. She didn't know him, and she didn't care to, but if it meant teaming up with this perverted gliding boy, to avoid either getting in trouble with her father or a possibly-dead dog ( Like, don't even think that...[/color]), she'd do it. Totally just this once.[/i] [/size][/blockquote]
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Post by kiyoshi on May 6, 2012 4:02:17 GMT -6
Kiyoshi took a moment to observe and get details of the person he nearly bumped into. He had been in the low lighting long enough that his eyes were adjusted and he could see her well enough. To be honest, he shouldn't have started rollerblading straight away and waited at least five minutes for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. The figure he saw in front of him was a blonde beauty. It made him sort of sick seeing that hair color, for some reason. He knew he had the same color hair as her, but it still just had a sickening feel to it. Maybe because it was long and feminine? Or the fact that it was attached to a beautiful girl? Either way, he didn't like it. He didn't like girls in general, so hating some things about them was to be assured. Looking at the rest of her body... He didn't care. He just needed to know the face of the person who he nearly knocked out cold and who... also has his beanie!?
Well, that didn't matter right now. After seeing he was there, she began to reveal her personality. She was the aggressive and impulsive type, so he could only help but smirk slightly. Karma... Giving me the only type of girl I don't mind and making them my biggest hassle... Screw you, Man in the Clouds... Those thoughts voiced in his head, he didn't bother replying to her first random shouts and simply clicked his tongue in annoyance. If she had attempted to punch him, he would have had no qualms about beating her. He was in his night personality now, so anything goes if he so thinks it or is given a reason for it. He gets annoyed easily and has a short fuse at night when in his "Delinquent" mode. If not for his inability to stand at the moment, he would get up and leave her. Of course, after retrieving his beanie. Through force or not.
"Do not threaten me, girl. Be grateful I'm even listening to you right now. Tch." That said, Kiyoshi caught the beanie she attempted to throw in his face and put it back on. He spoke with a rather aggressive but calm voice, glaring at her eyes (or what he could see of them in the dark) to add more seriousness to what he said. Of course, he had no choice but to listen because he couldn't stand for now. He was confined to the rail he was sitting on. He wouldn't be able to move for at least a few minutes, assuming he doesn't get into a heated argument. His mind usually goes blank if he gets into a fight verbally and relies on physical strength after that. The anger and frustration he holds overloads his mind at times causing him to get carried away.
The time of the day was still getting later. Soon, as more regular people get off the streets, delinquents were going to come out and ruin his fun. Though, it wasn't like he was having fun at the moment. Pushing his feet onto the ground to check how stable he felt, he couldn't feel any shaking at the moment. Standing up and waiting a dozen seconds, he made sure his legs were supporting him properly. He wouldn't be moving fast for a while, but he could at least stand and move slowly. Pushing off the ground lightly, he circled the girl who was demanding things from him, looking uninterested in her. He wasn't interested in her body, but he was a bit interested in her personality. It was be exciting to know how she would reply to his taunts. His sadistic personality, born from his scars, loved to tease in ways others didn't understand.
"If you tried to get me in trouble, worse things will happen to you. After all, what would I have to lose?" Saying so in a low voice, he stopped circling when he got behind her and locked his feet together in two different directions so he didn't start sliding away. There was no particular reason for him stopping behind her, but it allowed him to not look at her face. The face of a female. It wasn't a phobia of females, it was more of a grudge against all females because he can't read their minds. He can't tell if their truthful, if they have ulterior motives, if they are really who they act to be.
"Tonight's not a good night to be out. Some thugs will chase you if you stick around. I have no reason to stick with you." Speaking with a tone that clearly states that he doesn't care, Kiyoshi began slowly rollerblading away. It was at a walking speed so she could easily follow him or stop him. Either way, he would give an appropriate response. An aggressive and intimidating response. He had his relaxation time ruined, after all. Maybe he would pick a fight if he needed to so that he could relieve his stress. While moving at his slow pace, he thought for a bit. He had nothing else to do, so he may as well look for the dog along his travel route and seize it if he miraculously spots it. There weren't many places that a dog would enjoy in downtown, except for maybe if there was a playground or some alleyway. Be it an alleyway, it would make for an interesting encounter.
He stopped a short distance away from the girl he stumbled upon and looked ahead at where he was traveling. A bunch of delinquents, already out. There were three of them. They were heading towards where Kiyoshi was and around 50m away. He had seen those delinquents before. In fact, he had beaten the three of them up earlier in the month. On separate occasions, that is. Giving another click of the tongue, he went back to Avery quickly and grabbed her arm, not stopping as he found a row of bushes on the path that were there simply for aesthetic looks. Just like a row of trees, except more compact. These bushes had a good amount of cover and would serve well as a hiding spot. Still holding Avery's arm, he fell, or rather bladed into the bush, collapsing and tagging along someone with him. It would be a cramped fit for two, but they would still both be in the cover. They would just have to remain quiet and not move. He place his hand over Avery's mouth the moment he landed in the bush.
"Don't move and keep quiet. If you don't, I may end up in hospital, and you could end up... Well, you wouldn't like it." Kiyoshi spoke in a whisper right next to Avery's ear. He sighed and clicked his tongue. He had a girl causing him trouble simply because he knew she was there. The three delinquents that he saw got on his nerves when he met them because all three of them were trying to hit on girls at night. Or rather, force them. Sure, he didn't like girls himself, but he still had some moral decency left in him. A clatter of footsteps on the concrete as the three thugs, most likely out of high school recently, approached. Now, if this girl didn't do anything stupid, the thugs would keep moving and the two unfortunate teens would be free to go.
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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2012 8:41:04 GMT -6
It was true; she was being difficult. When was she not? However, beneath her high-strung, prissy exterior… she was freaking out. Not only had she technically stolen from her father for a sweater, but she had now managed to lose Crème. Wait! It’s the boy’s fault. If he had been somewhere else, rollerblading and not looking to bump into innocent, fabulous girls, the night would’ve transgressed into a much better direction. He resisted her; standing there. He seemed to be taking all of what she said in. This happened a lot… she had such a powerful presence. She relished in this thought with a slight smug, but once she caught him staring her down from in front of her, the smug was quickly wiped clean, leaving an unnerved expression with a brow raised. She could go get Crème by herself. Wandering the slowly dwindling streets of Hikarizaka with no means of defense other than what she had to offer. At night… where anybody could see her. Touch her. Do things.
Ech. Why do I always have to be caught up in these situations?! I didn’t ASK for this, you know.
[/i] A headache was beginning to hammer into her brain, likely out of frustration. Her subconscious Japanophobia was meeting with her conscious, forward and aggressive bearing. They collided; no, more like crashed, and it was resulting in sore, dull aches along her temple. She wanted to find Crème, maybe still go purchase that once-in-a-lifetime sweater and then head home! Some grubby kid wasn’t going to stop her. She could just turn away now; her phobia would have to wait. "Do not threaten me, girl. Be grateful I'm even listening to you right now. Tch."Did he just tell me what to do?![/i] Her fists were tightly balled against her sides as she scrutinized him with her gaze, moving back a bit against the concrete. The impact with the ground still left her a bit dazed, a delay in her response as she teeter-tottered there next to what was now a closed antique’s shop. The air was filled with a humid musk, quite odd of a climate for the town. Avery’s bangs were slightly frazzled now, but she wasn’t concerned for her appearance. Her nerves were being tweaked, tinged and prodded at and she was trying to keep her composure. She watched him, for a minute or so. She had to blink a few times to keep her vision clear and crisp, before she gave her head a shake; almost attempting to boggle her brain back in its proper place. She didn’t even notice the boy had gotten up and was now rollerblading around her, like some kind of semi-interested shark. Snapped from her temporary confusion, she turned quickly to try and keep to pace with his rotating along the sidewalk. ”What’re you –“"If you tried to get me in trouble, worse things will happen to you. After all, what would I have to lose?"What.[/color] She could sense him; hear him precisely behind her and she was locked from backing up less she wished to bump into him – and she didn’t. He was trying to intimidate her… like he was aware without her saying anything of her phobia and now he was trying to take advantage of it and exploit her. She wouldn’t have that vulnerability. She wouldn’t let it seep forth and make her out as a freak. No – ”You’re like, trying to take control. It won’t work. See, especially at the school, that’s my job and I seriously don’t think you know who you’re talking to. I’m the richest, most influential –“But her boasting wasn’t working. The boy only stared at her backside, looked and dwelling within her as he stood there. She tried to keep calm, but his body so close was unsettling at best and horrifying at worst. "Tonight's not a good night to be out. Some thugs will chase you if you stick around. I have no reason to stick with you." His voice oozed with assholery; nonchalant nothings which made her whisk around to face him on her heel but by the time she did he was already a few feet ahead of her, rollerblading from side to side down the pavement. ”Hey! You plebian! Get back here and help me find my dog. I’ll SUE YOU! WHERE I COME FROM, WE DON’T ROLLERSKATE AT NIGHT LIKE A STALKER-CREEP!”She was huffing now, watching him in the dark with a shuddered breath. Yes, he was going at a slow pace and it was very likely she didn’t need to scream for him to hear her… but when had that fact ever stopped her the previous times? Her loud, piercing voice allowed her to get her way or at the very least, irritate the crap of those she didn’t like. The only major difference now was that she genuinely; legitimately wanted her dog back. Well, that settles it then! Hmpf. I’ll go find Crème by myself.[/color] Heading off into the opposite direction with a snobby laugh, she brushed a bang aside-and-behind an ear as she began trekking along the concrete and into the Shopping District. That lovely rush of pleasure surrounded her, blanketing her in a shield of sorts. Making herself feel better by putting others down was how she coped, not that her behavior wasn’t authentic! It was for her own benefit, and to keep others in line. She did what she did to feel good; no need to coat it with anything more than what it was. Still, she sighed heavily as her pace slowed, looking around from side to side with a slight sense of paranoia. She could still hear him rollerblading but it broke off for a split second. Maybe he turned around a corner, or like, something. Why do I care?[/color] Almost subconsciously, or perhaps purely out of simple curiosity, she turned to look at the boy in the distance. He was merely standing there, looking into the distance. She wasn’t sure what he was staring at; she didn’t get a clear look, already back around and on her route. Mutant.[/color] She didn’t get very far, until a loud buildup of blades against concrete creeped up behind her, and her arm was yanked forward and her body in tow. ”IDONTLIKETOBETOUCHED!” Her words suddenly spurted from her lips from the extremely unforeseen and rather bold move on the boy’s part. Despite any further words that may leave her mouth, the boy paid no heed as she was rushed into a set of nearby bushes. He seemed to look slightly concerned; an off look in his eyes as he kept averting his gaze for a split second as they were moved aside. She herself only got a slight look at what he was supposedly pulling them from: people. She couldn’t tell from their appearance, but they seemed rather tall and gangly and a sense of dread; of trouble came over her. ”I-I have a laywer you know! A-ASSAULT IS A CRIME … WHERE I COME FROM!” But her screams were muffled as she felt his clammy and admittedly sweaty hand over her mouth. Her eyes locked at her nose as she looked briefly to his hand, and like a trigger counter-reaction, she began sweating too but at her neck. Her frankly undesired perspiration was out of sheer terror and her pupils began to constrict and shrink in size as she began hyperventilating. If not for his hand, her loud, uneasy breaths could be easily identifiable and they’d be done for. She had an idea of what was going on: a group of harmful people who went around hurting other people. Where were the police?! That mental question immediately left her head as footsteps neared them both, and whoever these people were would soon be crossing the blank space that entered in to bare patch where they sat, concealed by the bushes. Everything else was cut from her mind, and survival kicked in. Her nostrils flared as she exhaled forcefully and the only noises she emitted beyond her breathing was soft whimpering. The “Fight of Flight” response was registering and the dial of her brain was spastically pointing to “Flight” but her body couldn’t pull itself up; she was locked down onto the ground next to him and unbeknownst to conscious mind, her hand went around the boy’s arm and grappled on, for support. The last thing she wanted was to be brutally murdered by Japanese thugs and have her mangled corpse appear in the Hikarizaka paper. Dead people aren’t ever in fashion. [/blockquote][/size]
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Post by kiyoshi on May 7, 2012 17:28:06 GMT -6
Even through his fingerless glove, Kiyoshi could feel Avery's troubled breathing. It was true he was holding her down, but he was sure he wasn't gripping her torso too tightly. His back was against the concrete wall and rollerblades now fresh with dirt on them which he would have to clean later. His beanie was a bit offset on his head, but he wouldn't be able to fix it at the moment without rustling the bush. His hoodie which he wore underneath, the actual hood poking out the top of his rollerblading jacket, was giving him an uncomfortable feeling on his back against the wall. He knew he was hidden enough in the bush, but he could see through the gaps in the bush if there was someone there. Just as he thought that, the footsteps he heard stopped in front of the bush where he was. He could see one of them where he was.
Hearing the quiet whimpers of the girl he was holding, Kiyoshi could only mentally sigh. She had the act, but she couldn't keep it up at the critical moment. What was more, she was more frail than he thought she would be from her attitude. Well, at least her body was more honest than her attitude. She was so against him verbally when he grabbed her, but she was quite frightened at the moment and most likely understanding of the situation. He could feel her hand grab his arm which covered her mouth. As much as he didn't like girls, there were still some situations where he knew what he had to do. He wouldn't follow up completely, of course, but he at least would change his opinion about her and how he acted towards her. For the night anyway.
"Are you sure that British Rollerblader was around here?" "If we find him, we'll pay him back. And whoever is with him, too."
The delinquents were talking in front of the bush, revealing their intentions. They stood there and began insulting him. Kiyoshi could feel the blood rushing to his head, his mind starting to go blank. The hand he had around Avery's waist began to tighten into a fist, accidentally grabbing her clothes while he did so. If he was in his day persona, he could shrug it off. He had to keep himself from jumping out. He wasn't alone this time. They really got on his nerves. Just as he was about to get up, their footsteps started again as they walked off. Waiting until he couldn't hear those steps on the concrete anymore, he slowly released his fist and hand from Avery, pushing off the dirt and the wall to get himself up, pulling the girl up with him. Leading her out of the bush, he sat her on the rail nearby as he did the same.
Pulling a piece of cloth out of his pocket, a clean white one, he began wiping the dirt off his rollerblades and making sure they wouldn't get into any small spaces and cause them to break. The cloth was originally going to be used to clean either sweat from him or blood from him, depending on how his night ended up. Using this time to clear his head, Kiyoshi tried to calm down. He felt like going full speed after them and doing a clothesline on them. It was very, very tempting. Having finished cleaning his rollerblades, he folded up the cloth so the dirty side was covered and stuck it back in his pocket. He also took his beanie off and stuck it in his hoodie pocket. Thankfully, it didn't feel bulky. Standing up again, he held onto the rail and alternated between his feet, sliding the wheels to make sure they were moving properly. Once sure they were good, he stood up fully and looked around. The delinquents were fully out of sight and there was no one in the area anymore.
Brushing off his ass and pack of his pants, he made sure the dirt didn't stick. He would have to wash his clothes from sweat anyway, but they may or may not stain before that. He was underneath Avery in the bush so he was the only one who got dirty. At least on the pants. The girl may have had some dirty shoes but that would probably be it. Unless she tried to push herself up, and then her hands would be dirty. No use thinking about irrelevant things. Standing up with one foot on the ground, the other with toes on the ground instead to give him a knee pointing out, he had a straight posture and one hand on his hip fingers pointing down his side and other hand on his head, covering an eye and casting a shadow on his face. He felt calm enough now. Running his fingers through his hair, he could feel no dirt in it (not like there would be) and it was still smooth as always. Blonde hair was easy to tell if there was something wrong with it, so he had to keep it well managed that it became a habit to run his fingers through it.
"I guess you're from America. You have that sort of accent. And you've been listening to me speak English this whole time." Saying that casually and not aggressively this time, Kiyoshi held his hands behind his back, skating in a straight line back and forth in front of Avery. He had nothing better to do. He could leave her now, but judging from her response to the delinquents, she probably would be too afraid to do much this night. She was also looking for her dog that ran off. Seriously, how much hassle could one girl be? The only other girl he got close to never caused him trouble. Not good, he was remembering her. He had to forget. Focus on something else. Biting his tongue, he managed to focus on the pain and distract himself.
Noticing he bit slightly too hard, he felt something trickle down to his chin. It was a bit of blood. Wiping it with his cloth in his pocket, he kept his mouth shut and let the stinging subside. Now that he wasn't breathing through his mouth, you could tell he was actually breathing a bit hard. It wasn't from exhaustion, but more from his increased heart rate; emotions. "Arthur. My name." Other than that, Kiyoshi didn't say anything else to Avery and continued his random skating in front of her. He had said all he needed to say, so now he would wait to see what she would do. It was a school night so not that many other delinquents would be out. At least not in this area.
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2012 2:05:03 GMT -6
Just… hurry up. Go away go away go away go –
Their voices were faded deeply in the background as Avery was hardly paying attention to the sharp, angry tones. Instead, she curled up with her legs, trying to teeter-totter away from Kiyoshi. She was gradually returning to her default senses, as tight pressure was applied around her midsection. The squeeze was breaking her from her fearful and “lost” trance that was configured by dread. She wanted to scream to them, to yell at them to go away but Avery wasn’t stupid; simply impulsive and despite this urge, the slightly-shaking fist of Kiyoshi was clammed over her mouth.
To the blonde’s alleviation, whoever they were (Like, why would I WANT to know otherwise? A nobody is a nobody.
[/color]), seemed to be (thankfully) leaving. Any coherent words didn’t register to her ears; her mind, but as they walked on, she finally felt release: not only emotionally and mentally, but physically. The boy had let go of her, and stumbled forward upon her knees, only to be helped upwards by the boy. She fussed at first, insisting she could help herself and that again, she “ does not like to be touched" but only kept falling with a heavy breath until she gave in and allowed herself to be led to the railing from before. Upon it, she made a persistent effort to kick the dirt from her heels. It was only a grimy layer of earth along the bottom rim of the shoes, but it was still there. Avery wasn’t a complete neat freak but her clothes; her fashion getting ruined in any way was so much more than just a little inconvenience. She took great pride and care in her appearance, that even the slightest smudge; spot or stain upon her expectedly-expensive clothes made her forget all else until whatever was causing such an enduring concern. ”If you keep moving your hands in your hair like that, it’s seriously going to get greasy. I know this: I’m more than just capable when it comes to fashion and physical appearance.” She gave her bangs a swift flick with the side of her hand; it was a sure sign she was returning to her normal self, as far as the definition of “normal” could be stretched. She only threw him a small glance that might’ve implied she was struggling with the fact he had saved them both; she didn’t want to thank him. Then it meant she owed something to him. And like her (real) mother back home always stated: ”Real, self-respecting women don’t owe anything to any man.” It was credible it was just her mother’s (strong) feminism talking, but it was ”Better a bitch and unapproachable than nude, used and dead in a gutter.” Now that she had recollected memories, it was probably a bit too much to tell a child, especially an impressionable little girl but Avery had her mind on other matters; specifically sweaters, lap-dogs and creepy, unintelligible Japanese men. Ugh. None of that please. One really weird freakout in a bush with a stranger is enough for a single night.[/color] She placed her hands upon the rail to support herself as she stepped down, her palms curving daintily as she felt her shoes clack against the pavement. As the cold, rough texture grained into her hands, she threw off from the metal when she realized she was actually touching it. Who knew who had been in contact with it? She looked over at Kiyoshi with a breathy exhale, rolling her eyes. He seemed too busy wiping his rollerblades clean and generally readjusting himself from the rushed tussle into the brush. It was getting late into the night and minutes were passing by; Avery’s impatient tendencies were really settling in her system. Interrupted as she opened her mouth to speak (or accuse) in a gaping, circular shape, an uneasy pang! from somewhere inside threw her off her feet as she turned her head; she didn’t want him seeing her face. "I guess you're from America. You have that sort of accent. And you've been listening to me speak English this whole time."Avery distributed an abrasive snort in response to his question. Wasn’t it obvious? Wouldn’t be the first, that’s for sure.[/i] ”Like, duuuh,” she exaggerated her posh, valley-girl drawl with both hands on her hips. She was trying to repress what had previously happened; being herself seemed to help quite effectively with satisfactory results.~ ”You have been, huh? This whole time, I was under the distinct impression you were really speaking Japanese. Like, mostly because everything you’ve said so far I’ve been trying to ignore.” Kiyoshi would only give a well-justified groan at her intolerable behavior. He could be a selfish, socially-destructive, obnoxious jerk at night but she was simply offensive in every meaning of the term. Annoying, too. He however could give her some credit: she was interesting, in her own right. ”Look. I …guess it was okay. How you did that. Before. … Okay, so can we go get my dog that got away; mostly because of you?” The blonde boy broke his roller-skating to look at her. It seemed like everything was rotating back to how it was before; he found himself gradually growing more ticked off at her lack of appreciation but as he stretched his arms out, he didn’t think he had much room to judge the American – at least not in his current “state”. There were both horrible people as far as he was concerned – and neither cared. What did they have to lose? ”Fine. But first, your name. I guess you owe me that much. Arthur. My name, that is.” He seemed rooted to a rather nasty crack in the sidewalk that Avery fixated her piercing, cold eyes on as she contemplated. She’d rather not tell a complete stranger, at night, her name. Throwing her head to the side, she gazed at her father’s corporate tower in the distance. It was a proud skyscraper in the distance that glistened and appeared to cloud above the rest of the town. However, because of this… it seemed strangely misplaced. It didn’t belong and it was quite obvious; everybody knew so and even some held contempt for it. It sourly reminded her of something. ”My name is Vanderbilt. Well, just… like, call me that. Got that?”
As they moved further into the direction of the Shopping District, Avery insisted she had to make a single stop before looking for the Pomeranian (and yes, she reassured she cared for the dog. It meant a lot to her. It just cost a lot of money too that would mean revenue should it be entered in anymore shows). He hustled her along as he waited outside. Not only were roller-skates not allowed inside to ruin the plush carpet of the slightly-miniscule Dept. Store (the pure idea of it kind of made the boy chuckle on the inside; it would be unfortunate though, to not see the disgusted and horrified looks on the faces of the snobby, debutante girls like Avery when they came in for their shopping experience) but also because he couldn’t stand girly, fashion-forward stores that reeked of perfume; like the employees were trying to mask something else and it only made the odor all the more worse. Avery was literally only in the store for a minute or two; it was close to shutting down for the night; (the district was empty except for a few other shoppers and the store’s respective keepers who stayed around to close up) Avery had come in at just the last second. Muffled voices could be heard from inside (mostly Avery; she was trying to convince the cashier to allow her to purchase the sweater at the front of the store) and the word “SUE” was made clear, though. The old woman who ran the boutique at first seemed apprehensive and hovered a ragged finger at the bold, threatening-legal-action blonde. Her expression went fearful and it was assumed she took the threat seriously, hurrying to retrieve the sweater before finalizing the quick purchase. When she had exited the store, the keeper-cashier had ran (or more like tumbled; she swayed back and forth as she moved, due to her stumpy, thick physique) to the door, locking it from the inside as soon as Avery was outside, facing Kiyoshi with a bag over her shoulder. ... “What the blood – what happened in there,” he asked with a hint of amusement rather than concern, but his British tone was kept somewhat neutral. ”She looked like you were some kind of deathly spirit; but now that I think about it...”Avery turned around in a perfect circle to be met with a blackened store. When she faced the boy again, she only gave a disinterested shrug and spoke bitterly. ”Like, for such a fat little hag, she sure does haul ass. Oh! I wanted to purchase a one-of-a-kind designer knit sweater for this Fall. It’s only sold exclusively in varying locations this season; it’s like, some kind of market scheme. They sell Fall fashion earlier during a more convenient time; more profit, more hype later on in the year. She wanted to close down but I got her to make the purchase. By doing what I do best, of course. And don’t give me that stupid, worthless look. We’ll go get my dog. Fashion priorities. This means bragging rights: I’ll be the only girl with it in all of Hikarizaka. Not that anyone here would even know about proper attire, so that's not exactly a reason to celebrate, is it?
...Let’s just get this over with. I want to forget tonight by tomorrow. And let’s not mention this to anybody anytime soon."She didn’t seem to care that perhaps all she had breathed without pause didn’t matter much to Kiyoshi. More than anything, she was on some kind of high as a result of her purchase. This was further proved as she strutted down the street at a quick rate, holding tightly onto the bag. [/size][/blockquote] (also, permission was granted from Tarry to take control/RP Kiyoshi temporarily in this post)
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