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Post by Woomin of the Wind~~ on Aug 13, 2006 8:43:50 GMT -8
Feeling the carved in letter "W" on a pole, brought many memories back to the 4'11 young man. He remembered claiming this certain light post as his own personal "safe" spot for a agme of tag. ANd whenever accused him of cheating, he would just knock them down. It was easy, because when he was little, everyone else was little too. BUt those days were gone. Running his fingers over the engraved lettter once more, Woomin sighed and would move on.
A tree would be his next stop. He had engraved his whole name there. Why? It was a big oak tree. And it was the first oak tree he had ever laid eyes on. It was his sanctuary, and only his sanctuary. Woomin grabbed onto a branch, pulling himself up. Seating himself in the tree, he gazed at the craftsmanship of his name (which was very horrid to him). He smiled as he recalled all the good times. Pushing people out of his tree, throwing rocks and various objects at other people, and always being caught in hide and seek there. Opening his eyes to end his recollecting of childhood, once again Woomin would be moving on.
Making his way through the streets, Woomin stopped on the sidewalk as it told him not to cross. Seeing that no cars were coming, he decided he should walk. Until the light turned green and cars zoomed on in front of him. Cursing, he wondered why people were so discourteous. Walking up to the button that say "Push here for" and showed a white man crossing, Woomin mashed the button as he waited for the light to turn green. Noting that it was not very effective, Woomin began hammering the button but came to no avail. Steaming, he waited for the light to allow him to cross.
OOC: It was rushed... Sorry... >.<
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Post by Razzo on Aug 13, 2006 18:33:53 GMT -8
« You know, there is a saying. The more you press that button, the longer you wait.”
A rather calm, collected, and cold but kind voice pointed out from behind the rather short boy. The man standing in his usual attire while he looked down at the boy while tipping the brim of his hat back slightly with his right thumb while his left hand rested in his pocket. Of course he didn’t really notice the fact he was so seriously undersized, then again it was his first impression that the kid was… well, just that, a little boy who was either lost from his parents or something like that, regardless he just wore his magicians smile.
“Might I ask where your parents are at that?”
He commented as he leaned over slightly (you should know I would do this >.>) looking at the kid in the face while his eyes were nearly not open, giving his face a rather kind… for once look, that wasn’t at all cold hearted. Tilting his head to the side for a moment while he looked the boy over, he didn’t have the ability to even tell his age and thus just went with what he thought.
Ooc: You didn’t leave me with much to say or do >.> so the shortness is your fault =D
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Post by Woomin of the Wind~~ on Aug 14, 2006 13:57:22 GMT -8
OOC: <.< >.> I'm lazy! And I know it! >.> Sorry v.v
IC:
"I wonder what would happen if I just broke the God-Forsaken thing. Any rumors on that?"
Woomin said as he repeatedly mashed the button with his fist. After a few more times, he would setle down. Realizing that the person who had addressed him was an unknown figure, for he had not recognized the voice, Woomin turned. He wore strange clothes that made him seem like he was going to a funeral. They were very formal compared to Woomin's own grey hooded sweatshirt and his khaki colored cargo pants. He also had to look up at the man, who was no less than a foot taller.
"Parents...? Do I really look that young, Mister?"
Woomin refrained from insulting the man because in all truth, his mere appearance gave Woomin the urge to shiver. It was awkward, yet creepy. Something he didn't like. Maybe it was the black clothes. It made him seem so, er, dark. Freaky. Maybe Woomin should have brought someone older than him along. Now would be a good time to have a chaperone. Unfortunately, Life doesn't like to give you all the things that you would like to have.
OOC: Er... If you want me to post longer... Tell me, and I will. No problem... Just lazy right now... >.>
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Post by Razzo on Aug 14, 2006 20:39:59 GMT -8
« To be vague, I’m not really sure.”
He pointed out as he returned to an upright position as he placed his right index finger to his chin, of course he did know but he didn’t really have a good… or more to say logical answer… regardless of this he once again looked down at the boy. Rather short one could say, though after a bit more of his verbal banter well… he clearly wasn’t quite as young as first believed, but now why would that stop him from commenting on it? Oh in deed, could be rather interesting, but that of course didn’t mean that he couldn’t be so kind as to answer his question.
“If you ask me that seriously… I would answer yes.”
He pointed out as he raised a brow while he pondered just why the boy was so short… much less why he would be speaking aloud in public like that while mashing a button… it looked rather silly after all, and of course he couldn’t control himself, with that in mind his lips parted for a moment.
“Though might I ask what the hurry is, ne… chibi?”
He said, and of course he entered the term chibi into the comment, and for those who had never known Japanese it usually was a term for small person… though to most it was those strange moments in an anime.
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Post by Woomin of the Wind~~ on Aug 16, 2006 7:43:28 GMT -8
For once in his life instead of steaming with rage for being called short, Woomin stopped to think about it. Looking down at the ground he realized that it wasn't a long way down there. He hadn't grown in quite awhile either, which bothered him very much. Shrugging off the comment, he turned to the man as he called him a "chibi". He knew the word as "mini" or "midget". Though, he was too intimidated by the man's height and peculiar look to lash out at him. The man looked to be... Asian? Did he like Anime? Maybe he was cosplaying! That would solve a lot of answers.
"I'm actually in no hurry. I'm just not very patient. By the way, are you going anywhere special?"
Woomin decided to play it safe and ask where he was going, rather than just ask if he were cosplaying. If he had asked if he was cosplaying it could end up as a good or bad thing. He could take it as a compliment because he liked anime and watched it quite a lot. OR he could take it as an insult that his outfit looked like something from Japanese cartoons as American people would call it. Woomin wondered what would have happened to him if he didn't have a brain that processed and predicted future movements. Dead? Disabled? An interesting question which he hoped never to find the answer to.
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Post by Razzo on Aug 17, 2006 3:19:24 GMT -8
ooc:  blah post not much I could say or do lol. ic: «Not really. » He commented while he now wondered… did he really have anything to do today? He just finished a job, and of course had just come from how after cleaning the blood off his scalpels… so I suppose he really was just out and about and with that in mind he redirected his aim to the chibi he was rather inquisitive though I suppose one who was view Jackal with an almost real smile might as questions while of course he didn’t even think about it, with that in mind he simply let it at his comment. “Though, now I suppose I wonder, are you going anywhere in specific?” It was like payback if you will, though the intent wasn’t that, merely curiosity as to where this chibi was heading. Though the thought of calling him a chibi was amusing, considering that he was only referring to him as a tiny person. Then again he wasn’t inherently rude… well, that all depended one could say, after being around NB for a few years his manners had slipped ever so slightly. |
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Post by Woomin of the Wind~~ on Aug 17, 2006 16:31:22 GMT -8
"Are you sure you're not going anywhere Mr.? You look like you're uh... Er.. Going to ... A... Funeral! Yeah... Thats it..."
While trying to delve deeper for an answer to find out if this guy was a cosplayer, he slipped. He was wearing all black though. So maybe his recovery would actually work. Maybe. Or maybe he had already gone to the convention thing and was wandering the city because people do stuff like that after a big event. Or something. What if that was his everyday apparel though? And that face. Scary...
"Erm... Going somewhere? Do I look like I am? Nowhere in general as of right now. Just... Walking."
It bothered him how much taller this guy was than him. He had no idea why. Maybe it was the neck pains it was causing him. Stepping back, he tried to make it so he could see the man's face, but it was kind of had with the hat and all. Woomin didn't even know if he could judge his emotions from the face when he gave that er... Face. Shoving his hands into his pockets, he wished he were a bit taller. Maybe that would make him a bit braver.
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Post by Razzo on Aug 18, 2006 4:26:53 GMT -8
A funeral, that would be nice… wouldn’t it ? Well, even if that was what Jackal thought he only swayed his head while letting a small chuckle pass from his body. It was always interesting at a funeral, the people all shedding tears for the people who were nothing more than a stiff piece of flesh, slowly that would rot away in the minds of others until it was something no longer remembered. Though he couldn’t say he had come from one… considering he hadn’t killed anyone… recently, then again it was only half a year past since he carved into sweet flesh with such an intent.
“Yare… a funeral? No, I’m just enjoying the day.”
He said in the same tone as he watched the light for a moment while he pondered why the boy would ask him that question… did he really look like he was coming from a sending of the dead? If it did it would only serve to put a grin on his face when he was brought back to reality when the boy asked another question. It was rather amusing a question really… did he look like he was going somewhere? Of course it did, the way he was jamming that button and talking to himself impatiently, to be blunt to Jackal he did think so.
“Hai. It does look that way, or do you find fun in pushing a button?”
He commented as he raised a brow.
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blah post not much I could say or do lol.