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Post by senka on Jun 13, 2012 14:30:06 GMT -6
[May 13th, 2:30 PM]
In the middle of a hot spring day, all the little kids were sitting around a park bench. On that bench, sat a blue haired man, just playing his guitar. It was a somewhat playful melody that he played. One that was meant to inspire those that listened. To get out and play.
As he finished his song, he opened his eyes once more. Then he addressed the children around him. "Now kids, don't get too far behind in your schooling. But also, try to get outside and have some fun every so often." That said, his music wasn't the only reason the children were there. They also needed a ref for their soccer game. Problem was, he didn't know any of the calls.
First call he made, was when some kid was carrying the ball on his back. "Um...Traveling..." He didn't know anything about soccer, much less most sports. He just knew his music.
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Post by Fujibayashi Ryou on Jul 1, 2012 23:44:29 GMT -6
Why am I... here?
She remembered riding the bus to the nearest station home... she had decided to try reading some of her notes while she was commuting, and when she had alighted, she found herself continuing. Perhaps that was it; after all, attention suffers from having two masters, just like most everything else, and so in her poring over she had ended up here... in the city park. Which was quite... far from her destination, home.
She first realized it when she heard the cheers of the children; their part of the neighborhood tended to be the quiet one. There was also the sound of music, playing a tune that she couldn't quite place, but she was almost sure she had heard it before. Then a light breeze toyed with her notes, and they, with great coincidence, fluttered to that damned page where a portrait, of her, made by a certain meddling someone who happened to be blonde, plucked her out of her reading... and lead her to see just where she was.
She probably shouldn't do this again. She sighed. It will be a long walk back, and then to her house. Her sister had already gone before her... it would almost seem as if she was twice as late...
She found herself a few feet from a bench, and the person upon it. He had with him a guitar; it seemed to be the source of the nostalgic melody she had been hearing. Having yet to recollect her thoughts, she found herself staring at him. And then, of course, she realized it was a bit rude.
She ended up bowing as soon as he noticed her presence.
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