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Post by kim on Aug 10, 2006 9:54:26 GMT -8
Fresh new start for Kim, fresh and new. The #647 scene was about as educative as possible for her, it was a fun school to hang around, and Tokyo was fun...and Tai was fun..."Meh...! I'll never get him out of my head if I keep thinking about him...forcing myself to think about him!"[/color] She cried in her head. The slim asain girl walked into #259, and it was all but the same as her old P.H.S back in Japan, nothing exciting was going on. Just bored people walking around making things even boring-er. Dressed in her stained olive cargos, blue T-shirt and black skateboading shoes, Kim stepped further into the school. Building A. The little earphones of her mp3 player drew soft music through her ears, Kim's hands sunk in her pocket as she started to walk even further when someone had bumped into her.
"Dammit!"
Kim shouted as her earphones fell from her ears and hung off her shoulders, her brunette bangs floating in front of her face. "I hate clumsy idiots! Watch where your going, kid!" She scowled the boy who was a bit shorter then her, probably younger but Kim couldn't tell, she just really hated being bumped. She hated being touched by people!
As the boy muttered an apology, Kim rolled her eyes as she pushed her earphones back into her ears, letting the soft music float to burn the anger in her brain once again. Music kept Kim connected to things she had lost, the sound of music made Kim remember her parents, Tai, #647, her life before this death that seemed so real.
OoC: Do forgive your master/queen/empress of teddies for this low-quality post please >.<
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Post by Woomin of the Wind~~ on Aug 10, 2006 10:32:27 GMT -8
Yay? Another day of school. It was better than staying home with his three sisters. Although they didn't ask much from him, he kinda wished they would ask to use his things before taking it. But it was hopeless. His deceased parents couldn't shit about it, he couldn't do shit about it, his dog couldn't do shit about it. His sisters were an unstoppable force in the household now, with his eldest sister forming a kind of dictatorship backed by the younger sisters. Old bags. Although he was glad he did not have to deal with them at school, even if one attended the same school as he did.
The school was a a fairly large one. The complete opposite of Woomin. Large. He liked that though. It meant that thre were people out there that would actually respect him. Or so he hoped. The school could have be full of assholes for all he knew. But sometimes it better to hope that you can meet kind and caring and loving and soft hearted and respectful and helpful and knowledgeable and wise person. (Listed it like that on purpose >.>) Sometimes anyway.
Cruising through the halls towards his freshman class, quite early in the morning, Woomin witnessed a scene between a girl who was about half a foot taller than him and a kid who was a bit taller than him too. Hearing her curse upon their collision, he heard her call the boy a kid. For some reason this angered Woomin. If that young man was a kid, then would she clal him a baby? Even though he apologized, the girl stormed off without acknowledging his apology.
"Hey! BITCH! Maybe you should watch where you're going. You were acting so high and mighty that you didn't even notice him because he is a tad shorter than you. Then you dn't even forgive him? Are you trying to make him feel like shit?"
Not believing the words coming out of his mouth, due to the fact he had gotten in a fight just the other day because of size, Woomin quickly threw down his back pack and hopped on top of it. He also pointed an accusing finger at the girl. Why did he do this? He had no idea. It all seemed so silly. Maybe he really was just a baby.
OOC: Eh... kinda rushed it here... >.>;;
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Post by kim on Aug 10, 2006 10:47:34 GMT -8
OoC: Woomin likes deah, no? ^^
"Eh...what?"
Kim turned around, she heard the stupid clumsy kid's whiny apology before he ran off but she didn't bother replying, that would just waste her time, she began to walk further into the building. Trying to get developed to the whole new complex and all, until someone shouted at her, yesh, she assumed it was her when she saw some midget standing on his backpack pointing straight at her with enough goul to call her a Bitch. "I got to say he's one the smarter ones, since I don't take compliments too easy, I'd say he's in luck to sum up such a harsh word. Must not know me, eh? Waitaminute, no one is this wretched city does!"[/i] Kim thought to herself as a sinister grin peeled her bored look off her face and she shifted her body gracefully to observe the boy.
"Oh...you trying to insult me, Kid? You'd have to do a lot worse then bitch," Kim replied casually as if she was just beginning to have fun, yeah, Kim didn't take insults personally because who knows? Maybe you just might turn out friends with someone who calls you a dirty motherfucker! ... that would be completely awkward but there were possibilites! This seemed like it would be an interesting type of conversation, and it might even grow further then a conversation, momentarily. Kim grinned.
"I've gotta tell you, that's one of the best things someone's ever called me! Why don't you go get some metal poles installed in your legs and then try and talk to me, eh? It'd be much easier that way, and we might even be breathing the same atomsphere then! - hey, how is the air down there? Good, shitbag?" He wanted to talk dirty, Kim would too, she had no problem with cussing at another person she didn't even know. Her mother would probably ground her and her father would probably slap her 'til her cheeks got red, but now she was all by herself, not that that made her a hundred percent happy, but it made her a lot more free with a lot less restrictions. This kid did not know what deep shit he was getting himself into by standing up to Kim. He didn't have a clue!
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Post by Woomin of the Wind~~ on Aug 10, 2006 11:02:17 GMT -8
Metal poles... Different atmospheres... She really did hate small people. It seemed as though he would get into a fight... But a rather awrkward one. With words. Woomin didn't care though. A fight was a fight, regardless of terms. His height had been insulted and therefore his pride has been insulted as well. He had no other choice but to defend himself. He had a feeling he would lose to a girl in a fight with words though. Girl's did speak an average of 13,000 more words a day than guys.
"Actually, I think I'd prefer breathing different air than a cock-sucking skank. And I like my height. I just have a problem with people who discriminate against me because of my height. Oh, and I figured you were used to being called a bitch. Best way to get your attention too."
Damn it... I suck with words. What am I gonna do? I don't want to be humiliated in front of all these people. Better make sure she doesn't tie my tongue up.
Woomin shifted into a more comfortable position, one that was stable and gave him confidence. One that he also used to argue with his sisters, who could really nag and complain about nothing. He knew it was useless arguing with them, but he wondered would it prove to be the same with other girls? He also noted the fact he had caused quite a commotion. It seemed like no one was willing to get in the way of their "conversation". All that was between the two was a small space of tile flooring.
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Post by kim on Aug 10, 2006 11:14:33 GMT -8
"Actually, I think I'd prefer breathing different air than a cock-sucking skank. And I like my height. I just have a problem with people who discriminate against me because of my height. Oh, and I figured you were used to being called a bitch. Best way to get your attention too."
...Eh. Okay, THAT was insulting! Skank? ... and what?! Kim kept her sinister grin on though, bad, bad mouth the kid sure had on him. Though Kim didn't have any second thoughts, she was going to show him what bad-talking realy was though. "Yeah, I bet you would prefer to be breath different air from one, too bad since you are one there's nothing you can do about it! Right, asshole?!" Kim had gotten a bit fumed about the whole insult thing, not to show it on the surface, she was going to show the little wimp in her words. Harsh words... yesh, Kim was quite a sport for cussing and insulting people, this kid had gone a bit too far, he did not know what kind of bitching he was in for! "Like your height?! Well I guess you would, every shithead has to figure out how to knack with what he's got, right? I bet your used to living like a little fucking imp, aren't you?!"
Kim was on her rampage, yesh, she was getting warm about this all. Squeezing her fists tightly, a nice plate of floor stood between her and the shorty, though she would have no problems with crossing that plate and knocking the teeth out of the loser. "All just talk. I bet yor fucking bossed around like little girls, eh? Like the little midget-wimp you are! Four feet high, how amusing!" Kim figured the best way to piss off a guy like this was to keep mentioning his height, and since to piss him off was what she had intended to do, that's what she was going to do. Keep talking about his height, meh, still the insults coming from him were bland. And she just wished he could've been around when she used to attend #647, probably that'd give him an idea of why she didn't get insulted too easily.
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Post by Woomin of the Wind~~ on Aug 10, 2006 11:27:35 GMT -8
Woomin saw her smile stuck to her face even as the words hit her. She tried returning it back at him though. So she must have found that a bit insulting if she's returning it, right? Woomin returned her smile. So some things did insult her.Just had to be a bit more creative. Delving deeper in his archive, Woomin recieved the second set of insults, which vibrated in his ear. She insulted his height. Again. Woomin felt his fist clenching and unclenching. He took two breaths before replying to her. Losing his cool would not be a good thing in a fight with words. Which was pretty unfair. Cause if she lost her temper, she could just slap him. And everyone would probably make "OH!" And all those other sounds.
"May I ask why you keep insulting my height? Did a fucked up cunt like you get turned down by a short guy? Or was there a short person you hated before? And yes, I have come to love my height because I'm used to it. So insulting my height won't work on me, just to let you know."
Total bluff. He just had to hope that she wouldn't insult his size, and if she did, that he would be able to absorb it without trouble. Still grinning at his opposition, he wondered where hse had come from. She did looka bit too young to be cursing like that. But then again, so did Woomin. He wondered if they were the same age. Wait. Why think about it now? You're in a fight. If you win, you could ask later. Maybe.
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Post by kim on Aug 10, 2006 11:42:25 GMT -8
"May I ask why you keep insulting my height? Did a fucked up cunt like you get turned down by a short guy? Or was there a short person you hated before? And yes, I have come to love my height because I'm used to it. So insulting my height won't work on me, just to let you know."
"This kid really sucks in a sport like this, that's for sure! Heh, sport? I hope he doesn't take all of this personally, we still have a long way to go anyhow!"[/i] Kim snickered, looking at the little midget. Things like these were much easier when you knew your opponent's name, but then again the whole talk had gone a bit far to be acting friendly introducing yourself and all. Pfft, Kim didn't need the shitbag's name, she'd just call him shitbag! "Shitbag...shitbag, shitbag, on the wall - why are you so fucking un-tall?!"[/i] Kim was getting uneasy, wanted to walk right up to the imp and smack his head around a bit, even though she didn't really have to advance towards him to do that. Her body was fully capable of stretching itself that far, though he probably couldn't say the same thing.
"Oh fuck! ... me? Get turned down by some fucked up midget shit?! Just to let you know, one, I wouldn't fucking ask a guy, especially short shithead like yourself, anything that motivate him to 'turn me down'! And if you really badly need to hear the answer to that question of your's shitbag, yes, there indeed was and is a short person I hate, not before, I think I just started hating him about five minutes ago! Come to think of it, looks like the shithead is standing right in front of me right now! And fuck, if you say so, little guy! I bet when you go and try to watch PG movies the theatre employees have to remind you you should have 'Parental Guidence' first! Fucking loser! Why don't you go grab yourself an ice cream cone?"
Kim didn't know a lot of short people, but she knew, used to know, a lot of people back at #647 who all just bluffed. Saying something wouldn't effect them if she did it, but after stealing some stupid prada handbag, telling a girl her boyfriend was cheating on her, or a police officer that this guy just shoplifted, it always ended up Kim was the winning one because all of 'em were just bluffing! It was possible this short kid was too, and though Kim had nothing against short people, she just hadn't liked being bumped into by clumsy morons who didn't watch where they were going, what started the whole thing in the first place, this guy was so going to get bitched by her! A full fledged bitching!
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Post by Woomin of the Wind~~ on Aug 10, 2006 11:58:41 GMT -8
OOC: I'm assuming the red part wasn't actual speech.
IC:
Recieving a couple of her words, then ignoring the rest. It seemed like her insults were only getting longer while his seemed to be getting shorter. Soon he might not have anything to say. Woomin didn't want to let that happen. He would rather do many other things than have this primitive girl stump him. Although something she said almost made him laugh. The part with the movies was pretty funny. But he couldn't linger on that thought for long. He was already starting to lose his thought. His reply. Lost. Now what? She didn't give him much to work with, but he didn't give her much... She could be one of those girls who are like his sisters. And here he thought he was well away from sisters, now he meets someone just like them. Was there anyway for him to retaliate?
I'm out of ideas... What now... I wonder what would happen if I stay quiet... She'll probably continue her verbal beat down, but then again... Did I anticipate winning this one?
". . ."
Woomin waited. All he could do. He knew that she was more than likely to continue. So he waited. The one thing he did not want to happen, happened. Coincidence? Nope, it kinda happened all the time. He should be used to it by now. Well, at least he was used to losing in this type of fight to a girl.He had no regrets. It would be awkward if he won anyway.
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Post by kim on Aug 10, 2006 12:15:47 GMT -8
OoC: Yeah, "I am your master."[/i] Is thought. =)
Kim stood there waiting for the short kid to counter her insult, and found herself waiting a few seconds longer then she was expecting, "Oh come on! Your other comebacks were a lot quicker!" She told herself, Kim's grin, erased, her smile long gone. A longer moment of silence, nothing escaped the kid's mouth,
". . ."
Kim guessed he had given up. But that was one thing that really insulted her, she was doing this for fun! She didn't mean anything and she hated it when she went so far as to make the guy she stood against actually take all the insults personally, shove them up his ass and cry about it! She really didn't mean to hurt his feelings, one thing Kim felt bad about was making people take her jokes seriously. He had insulted her by calling her a skank, she bit back but she didn't mean any of it personally. When Kim was in #647 all the girl's there called her a bitch and a nightclub hostess because she was going out with the most popular, hottest guy in the school and she took it all personally! All those things really hurt her feelings but she learnt how to just have fun afterwards, maybe everyone else needed to go through her experiences and realize something. Like this kid.
Kim searched for something to say, since he hadn't said anything back she didn't feel like insulting him anymore, it was inhumane and no matter how much of a cold-hearted bitch Kim might turn out to be she wasn't inhumane! She wasn't like all those other girls out there who actually would go on bitchin this guy real bad, seeing that they had the advantage, Kim ceased. If he turned around and started shouting at her again though, well pfft, some people just weren't what they seemed and Kim wouldn't care. She'd ignore him and get on with her life, but right now she wanted a reply, she wanted him to call her something, almost feeling moisture in her eyes.
"One thing I hate is being the bad girl in everything...come on, kid! Insult me, I deserve it ... come on...come on..."[/color]
"Come on!" She blurted out, voice part shaken.
OoC: Angelina Jolie moment ~.^
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Post by Woomin of the Wind~~ on Aug 10, 2006 12:30:02 GMT -8
Upon seeing that his silence had somewhat silenced her, Woomin wondered what was happening. He saw her smile dissapearing. That was a bad thing. Although it made her look evil and all that other stuff, somehow it hit him as a bad thing. He wanted to scratch his head so badly to help him think. He honestly had no idea what was going on in her head. He gave her the chance to go for the kill, and yet, she wouldn't do it? Was she as bad as Woomin thought? Did he misjudge her? He pondered for a bit. Maybe she needed him to say something before she could anything back? But he couldn't say anything that would seem insulting. His brain had already hit the wall.
"Come on!"
Cocking an eyebrow, he wondered what she meant by that. He couldn't say anything. This was getting a bit too awkward for WoomiN! Why couldn't girls settle things with fists like guys did? It's SO much easier that way. And much more entertaining! Why do girls have to be so difficult? Why did he even bother trying to defend that short kid? Was this even about the short kid anymore?!?!?
"What do you mean 'Come on'?"
The words slipped out of his mouth. He truthfully had no idea what she wanted from him now. He felt like he shouldn't ask because it made him look stupid. But he already looked stupid since he couldn't say anything else. Feeling his hand twitch, he again resisted his urge to scratch his head. WHY DID GIRLS MAKE HIM WANT TO SCRATCH HIS HEAD?!?!?!? Girls are difficult. Are they too complicated to understand? Or to simple to understand? And how come they can understand guys?
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Post by kim on Aug 10, 2006 12:45:32 GMT -8
What do you mean 'Come on'?"
. . .
Kim clenched her fists in anger, though she wasn't angry at the kid, she was angry at herself! She had just felt like beating herself up that very moment, Kim had realized that she had a knack for hurting people personally when she didn't mean to! But why?! Why the hell did everyone take her so seriously? Did she LOOK like a serious person?! Kim stood there speechless, her mouth held open at the kid's question, and she almost fooled herself into thinking he knew what she was talking about but just wanted to play with her mind. Kim knew that wasn't the whole picture, if this kid was stupid enough to start a cuss-fight with Kim and then fall silent without a comeback towards her, then she knew he might as well be stupid enough not to understand what she meant when she demanded him to Come on.
. . .
"You know what I mean! Call me something, call me a bitch! Call me anything, just fucking say something! Come on!!"
Kim, for the first time since the gang war, the one that occured in #647, the one she couldn't witness with her ... her ... with Tai, her second set of skin, her understanding listener, her first kiss...for the first time felt her eyes beginning to blur as if a cloud of liquid was brewing ontop of them. A second after she shouted at the kid, she couldn't see him completely steadyily through her right eye, and realized that it was because of the moisture. The tears. Guilty tears, Kim had met her most threatening adversary...guilt. "Come on!!" She repeated herself in a more demanding voice, hoping the kid would oblige.
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Post by Woomin of the Wind~~ on Aug 10, 2006 13:04:53 GMT -8
Call her something? He couldn't he was out of ideas. And she was urging him to call her something too. But what could he say? Nothing was the answer. Woomin wasn't one who particularly liked talking. And whenever he did talk, it was only for a short time. But why did she insist that he insult her. With anything. ANYTHING he could think of. Even if he had to repeat something he said before. Was this some type of girl thing? Woomin couldn't comprehend something as complicated as this. Thats when the real trouble came. He saw her eyes watering. Watering? Nothing could have gotten into her eyes around here. But thats when Woomin realized he was mistaken. She was shedding tears.
WAIT! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING! This is really unfair! She can't cry like that when I didn't even do anything! Or maybe I did do something. I wish I could understand what's going on right now! If only one of my sisters were here. Maybe they could explain it to me! Or they might lecture me for making her cry...
Not suited to handle this scenario, Woomins mind was thrown into panic. What should he do? Make the crowd go away? He doubted any of them actually cared for the arguement, or whatever they had. Should he try to say something? He doubted it, she was crying now after all. Should he try to soothe her? But how? A tissue! Or a handkerchief or something! Anything! Words! They might help! After all they were really effective the last 15 or so minutes he used them. Hopping down off his backpack, he didn't think whether it was safe or not to approach her. He just didn't want her to start crying.
"Hey, are you okay? Did I do something wrong? You can take it out on me if you want! I won't fight back! Honestly. Please, just please, don't burst out into tears and start crying. I don't wanna see a girl like you cry. And I don't think other people in this hall wanna see you cry either."
Had he paid attention, he would have noticed she was a lot taller than him. But now was not the time for that sort of thing.
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Post by kim on Aug 10, 2006 13:27:17 GMT -8
OoC: I think I should make Kim less hardcore 0_o
"Hey, are you okay? Did I do something wrong? You can take it out on me if you want! I won't fight back! Honestly. Please, just please, don't burst out into tears and start crying. I don't wanna see a girl like you cry. And I don't think other people in this hall wanna see you cry either."
. . .
Sometimes Kim wanted to just jump into a toilet and flush herself down into a teeny, tiny sewer pipe and be locked there for eternity. She really hated it when people didn't get her, like this guy. As he approached her, she started to stand upright, her head was a bit leaned forward and he back pushed backwards, when the short guy who was at least a foot or more shorter then her came up to her and started talking, Kim's tears had completely ceased. She hadn't really started to cry anyway, just the moisture, the pain of guilt was so overwhelming, uncontrolable. And still . . . he hadn't said anything! Kim stepped backwards from the guy as he advanced towards her, slipping her hands back into her baggy cargos, a simple light tear rubbed against her eyelash and then rippled onto the ground. Meh, didn't mean much, he wasn't going to say anything ... guilt. He was just going to leave her the pain of guilt.
"Y'know what... I ... I'm going to go soak my head!" Kim said, generally to herself, she had nearly forgotten everything that had happened in the past few minutes and right now the only thing on her mind was the heat. She was burning, it was a cool breeze orbiting around her but she felt as if someone had bathed her in gasoline and then thrown a liter at her. She had one agenda now, and it wasn't to screw over some three foot kid for mouthing back at her for an incident which clearly wasn't her fault, no, it was much simpler then that: To dunk her head. "Is the ladies' restroom close?" She spoke to herself again, not intentionally though she had spoke so quietly you would've thought it was intentional. Turning away from the kid approaching, Kim slowly shifted her head in different angles, yesh...she wanted to be alone now. There were embarrassing moments for her, and that was when she showed weakness. That gave people the advantage over her, finding her weakness.
"Maybe if I look in the mirror hard enough I'll see Tai again...fuck! Lemme out of here, Tai Zhen! You haunt me! WHY THE FUCK ARE ALL GUYS SO COMPLICATED?! YOUR DEAD!"[/i] Kim shouted at herself in her head, biting her lips she wanted to eagerly leave before she was attackd by pyscho-ness.
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Post by Woomin of the Wind~~ on Aug 10, 2006 14:02:37 GMT -8
Soak her head? Did she have a fever now? What id Woomin do? Wait, why did he care? Too many questions. Woomin wasn't the type of guy who had all the answers either. Seeing her turn her back to him as he approached, then beginning to walk away, Woomin didn't know what to do. Well, he did have to make sure the girl was okay. What if she was going off somewhere to cry? And it wouldn't help if Woomin were to just wonder what she did after their encounter for the rest of the day. Which is why Woomin began to follow her, leaving his book bag behind on the floor.
Why can't she just tell me something like she'll be alright? Or leave me alone? That would kinda help me out a bit. At least I would know she won't want my help. But even then I might still follow her. Looking back and hoping that something went another way won't help. Life is unfair! Why! I'm going to stop asking questions I can't answer now...
Somehow, Woomin felt guilty. Wierd, especially since he thought he was defending the little guy. It was hard for him to follow, due to the fact that he was short and he would have to push through the cattle-like students of 259. Plus, he couldn't see where she was, but Woomin convinced himself he would manage somehow. He would get to the girl, make her feel better, make himself feel better, then get on with life. Yes! That was his master plan!
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