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Post by "Unfettered" on Jul 31, 2007 19:14:10 GMT -8
Visiting An... 'Old Friend' A million things... running through his head, as he lay there on his bed. His prerogative to see if things were alright in the restaurant had led him here, to the restaurant, his home. Straight from the airport. Again, it was... night time. About ten o' clock. And his eye kept on wandering up to the ceiling, his legs and arms outstretched, as he looked up, in his new attire. Scarf running down him. His hair shortened a good length. Eye-patch with a Nazi symbol. Long coat. Jeans. A rather tightly-bundled fellow.
He still felt cold, and it made him shiver. Not good. Still hadn't adjusted to his body forcing a new Qi on him. But he would get used to the discomfort. For now... since the restaurant was secure, since it was actually seeing business... it was time to take care of the next priority.
Sitting up, he looked at his desk, where he'd put the can of Brimstone Delta. Starting up from the bed, he whisked the can and his cellphone into his hands, as he began to walk, with a furtive amount of compliance of a certain amount of urgency.
The German had to get his gear back.
Sliding down the ladder in the back, he hurried away, popping open the can. Shoving it to his lips, he let the tasteless liquid curl around his tongue, swallowing it, drop for drop. A lot better than having it shoved down your throat every day, back in Germany, but it was colder there, and seemingly more satisfying with the alcohol added to it. Oh well. Not time to complain.
Sadly, the buzz that it first gave him, what he initially loathed, was very minimal at this point. But the effects were obvious, if not to him, than to anyone watching him run down the sidewalk, and crossing streets. Had to get to the School Captain's house.
Yes, that's right.
Mitsuki Park.
After their fight, what was it now... two, three weeks ago? He'd left his gear there. Because of the bastards. Yes, those bastards.
Throwing the can down, he flicked open his cell. Running in stride. A good fifteen... thirty... maybe fourty-five minutes came. Finally, dialing in the number, as he closed down the distance to a mile or two...*RING*
*RING*
*RING*...'Boomed the bell', he thought darkly to himself.. |
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Jul 31, 2007 19:32:14 GMT -8
Headache. With recent events that had veen going on, Mitsuki found herself having a slight headache, while digging through old papers of her past, and pictures of her and her...brother. Pulling a palm toward her forehead, she slowly became frustrated and shoved all albums and papers under her bed. Her cell phone beside her as it began to vibrate, though Mitsuki had no intentions of picking up. However, due to certain events and Mitsuki in need of information, she flipped open her phone and pressed it against her ear, though nothing was said. On the recieving end of the line, they could probably hear her light breathing, otherwise, no words would come from her lips.
Lately, there had been thick tension with her and her..brother in the apartment, so thick, that it became hard to breathe. It was the reason why both she and Reita spent more time out of the house and away from each other. When one person was in, the other was out; it's how things were, and how things have been for the past couple of days.
You could say that she was quite exhausted.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jul 31, 2007 19:48:44 GMT -8
"Hello?" "...Hey. That you?"
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Jul 31, 2007 19:52:45 GMT -8
If she weren't so tired, she would be surprised to hear a familiar voice on the other line.
"Who else."
Mental sigh. She assume he'd be wanting his items by now; it has been a couple of weeks after all. Standing up, she walked over to her closet and pulled out the bag of items.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jul 31, 2007 19:55:38 GMT -8
Same Old... Sort Of? "Who else.""...Almost at your house. You've got my gear, still?"
Yeah... her house. From the time that he walked back, aimlessly for hours, coming back, ending in the same area, back tracking, until he finally got to his own house... wasn't that hard to find anymore for him, at least...
Huffing and puffing... slightly.
These two weeks were...
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Jul 31, 2007 20:06:57 GMT -8
"Yeah."
She pulled the bag out of her room and dragged it to the door, slipping on her shoes and leaving the apartment. It was a mess; dishes weren't done, laundry was still in the basket, papers all over the floor, glass broken in the kitchen...
And down the stairs she went, bag of items over her shoulders. With loose jeans and a hooded short sleeve shirt, she stepped outside with a blank expression on her face.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jul 31, 2007 20:26:47 GMT -8
Long Time No See... Master. "Yeah.""See you in five."Eye stopped glowing red. Grinning, he slipped the cell. Her voice sounded more lethargic then usual, but, she was probably just tired or something. Eh. Felt partially guilty, but... he couldn't rest properly. Not until this was done. Tightening his scarf around himself, he sped up, making a final turn, before he saw her. Blank face in the distance... that much was certain.
He sped up.
Slowing down when he finally got there he... noted an eerie chilled feeling. Some change had gone over her. But then... some change had gone over.. 'him'. And him.
One thing he actually sorta hoped she would notice would be that his remaining eye wasn't red right now."Hey. How's it going?"Sort of serious, sort of a little smile begging to break onto his lips, but he was tired... was... |
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Jul 31, 2007 20:44:47 GMT -8
Pocketing her phone, she saw Thrush - with a scarf and all, in the middle of summer - making his way toward her. Tired, she slowly dropped the bag of items on the ground before pushing her hands inside her pockets.
And about his 'red eye'; no, she never knew he had one in the first place, as Mitsuki is colorblind. Of course if she were in her "right" mind, she would've noticed his eye being a different shade of gray, but other than that...
"Alright. You?"
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jul 31, 2007 21:18:19 GMT -8
Its Cold "Alright. You?"Shivering slightly.. he pulled his coat closer to himself. The bag was at her side, and he looked down to it. Then back to her."Yep. Same.---"When he looked back at her... no, it was probably her just looking stony faced as usual."..What's happened at the school these past two weeks? Or.. not in the mood?"Light conversation. Didn't care if she was in the mood or not. Just... wanted to see if anything major had happened. Such as.. if a new supervisor had been picked or something.. Or.. If... |
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Jul 31, 2007 21:34:37 GMT -8
Something up? Mm.. How to say this? Where has he been these past two weeks anyway? Should she bluntly say it? Yeah.. That would be best.
"Asiv died."
She sighed, obviously tired, shoulders slightly dropping.
"For us."
Asiv died for them.
The students.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Aug 1, 2007 11:36:44 GMT -8
_________ "Asiv died."..."For us."..."Oh yeah. That."There were no more tears to cry. The circumstances upon which he learned this extolled no pleasantry to him. But his eyes became lucid, as he stood, sort of... wavering, before Mitsuki. Eyes flickered from blue to red, and blue again, whether she'd notice or not, but he was only just still... getting used to being... like this.
Not really blinking.
Not really thinking.
Not really..."...Where is he buried?" he asked a little more quietly than usual. Still had to mourn. This was his, no... 'their' master, after all. And he wasn't referring to Jonathan, either.
Eyes dipped to the ground, as he tried to keep his minds off more... depressing thoughts. Thoughts that were irrelevent. Thoughts that he knew naturally came at moments like this. Just thoughts.
Just... |
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Aug 1, 2007 12:14:32 GMT -8
Buried...where was Asiv buried...? Right. She didn't go to the burial, just stayed at his funeral. That was a question she wouldn't be able to answer, though she was sure one of the teachers or staff at school would be able to tell him.
"I don't know."
Looking over at Thrush to face him properly, she now noticed his eyes flashing from different shades of gray. What....?
"..your eyes..."
After a moment she looked away and toward his things, where she pushed it toward him with her foot.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Aug 1, 2007 16:03:09 GMT -8
OOC: Woop. My bad... Keep on forgetting its not plural anymore.. >_>o_X? "I don't know.""..Oh."Slightly disappointed... but he'd just ask elsewhere. It was just light conversation anyways---"..your eyes...""You mean eye." A little smirk. What was there to say? Not really a conversationalist piece, unless he was spilling his heart out, after all. And he wasn't so sad, depressed, or 'emo' to do something like that, randomly. He was... 'content'. Yeah. Thats the word. Content.
..And besides, she was in the Emergency Assembly when it had happened. She must've seen that. ..Unless she's referring to something else..
With a move of her foot, she pushed the bag over to him. Giving her a quick look, he waited for a moment. As if to see if anything happened. If nothing did, he would just bend down, and open up the bag slightly... to look through it, check to make sure everything's there.
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Post by Mitsuki Park on Aug 1, 2007 16:40:53 GMT -8
She furrowed her eyes. Was his eye always constantly changing colours? And she hasn't noticed this before...?
"...what's your eye color.."
Perhaps she shouldn't of asked, because maybe then he would've realized she was 'disabled' in a way.
He would've noticed that all of his belongings were in there, and once he comfirmed that, she would turn and go back inside the apartment. She still had a lot of work to do before Reita came home. As much as the thought of a break was nice, she knew she wouldn't be able to keep her mind off of it. Thus, might as well finish it, and get it over with.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Aug 3, 2007 15:19:19 GMT -8
AWKWARD!? "...what's your eye color.."A grin shot across his face. What was she implying--- What?... Oooh... a rather... Should I? Oh hell, why not?
Leaning in forward, obviously invading personal space, he looked at her, square in the eye. The eye fluctuated violently. He felt the reminiscient of "Thrush" extolling himself heavily right now. "...Well... it's 'red', you see..." the eye staring very close, literally just 3 inches away, a vibrant color red that seemed to show the uttermost exitements of a primitive human bubbling with life.
...But the 'Jonathan' made him back away, the wide grin backing down to a smile, lean back to his normal position to a normal... "..And a blue, as you can see. I haven't quite completely mastered myself, I think is plain."The grin returned, slightly, as he cocked an eyebrow. "...But, surely you've noticed that before, right?"If nothing was said though, and she maintained her stoic stoniness towards him, though... he would simply shrug, and smile all the more. A new silent way of laughing for him he rather enjoyed a lot, actually, as it made him look cocky without actually having to tax his throat too much.
And would then... just walk away, hefting his stuff onto his back.
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