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[Sentinel Sailor Star]

tab tab ❥ Ruby District: Health Stand tab tab ❥ Only herself for now tab tab ❥ Content tab tab ❥ Now that I'm awake again, I finally got Keiko! I made the assumption in this post that Haruto and Junko might have made it at this point to help with the stand, but please let me know if I should change anything, like if your character brought something or if I made the wrong assumption about their location . . . *rambles*


The past few days at the clinic had been hectic for Keiko Wakatsuki. Though she managed to have some time devoted to her lunch, her main focus was on her work, and there happened to be a ton of it. Phone call after phone call kept distracting Keiko from all the files she needed to organize through, and she eventually ended up falling behind on her work. She was not a happy person when she was behind on her work; anyone who knew her at all would know this. For that night she ended up staying at the clinic for an hour after it was closed, just so she could have all of the patients' files and appointment schedules align with one another. When she was done she walked out of the building and locked the door behind her--as she always had--and eventually made her way to her house.

The dinner time was late too, as was to be expected, and she gave her siblings her first apology to them in the longest while [probably]. But as always, it didn't take her that long to be at work again, and the rest of the evening went by smoothly once more. Smoked salmon with a side of roasted potatoes seemed like a good idea for her, and she felt sorry for her siblings if they didn't feel such a way. She wasn't quite sure if that was the case, or if it was simply she bought too much, but she had enough of it leftover for the next day. To her this was a case of perfect timing--she knew that the next day was the Harvest Festival, and she was not going to want to cook after a day of walking around and appreciating the event. She had spoken to the doctor about setting a health stand the day before, to not only promote the clinic but to also promote its beliefs of a healthy, energetic lifestyle. To her shock and excitement he seemed to agree with the idea, which meant that for Keiko [and probably for the others], she would need to prepare snack-like items to take with her while setting up for the stands. She looked at her counter and the idea formed in her head--apple slices and a couple crackers on each plate! It was simplistic with the potential of appearing cute on a plate and without her or anyone placing too much effort in it. Snacks were just snacks; she did not expect anyone helping the stand to make lunch for the town [in her opinion, that was the Cafe's job].

She prepared the food in the evening, though still allowed herself a good eight hours worth of sleep to continue gathering her materials the next day as well. None of the stores were going to be open for the day, but that wasn't a problem for her; whatever she needed for the event she already had in her house. Her eyes scanned around the house--she wasn't quite sure if her siblings were already out of the house or still asleep, but she was sure that they could take care of themselves [and hopefully in Antheia's case, she wouldn't miss curfew to return the house again!]. She left a small note on the fridge for her siblings in case they were going to grab breakfast:

"Chihiro & Antheia --

I've already left to prepare the clinic's stand for the Harvest Festival. Should you need me for any reason, I will be there; simply find me.

-- Keiko

P.S. Antheia, I expect you to be home at a reasonable hour this time. You may not have school the next day, but it's still important to maintain a consistent sleeping schedule."

When that was said and done, Keiko went back upstairs to prepare herself for the day. She decided to go for muted colors; she was treating this event as it were her job. She was representing the clinic and she didn't need to lower its reputation. She grabbed a black blazer, a white shirt and a black skirt for the day. She fastened obsidian earrings to her ears with a matching choker, and she decided that those were enough accessories for the day. Bracelets and rings would often clang against the desk while she was working, and she didn't need to annoy anyone else with that as it would annoy herself. She then walked to the bathroom and brushed through her hair. Her hands reached for her mascara and she coated her eyelashes with a couple brushes to them, as she always did. When she believed that she was presentable enough to leave for the outside world, she slipped into white leggings and black boots. Those were the last preparations she made before grabbing her bag of materials and heading out the door.

She made it to the Ruby District around 8:00, which an hour before the festival would begin. To her, this was beautiful. She needed to set the stand for the place still, and she wasn't sure if anyone else would be there. At the very least, she'd place enough hopes on the Doctor to arrive there in about thirty minutes or so. Tables and chairs were provided for them, and Keiko helped others in moving the furniture into their respective places. As soon as the tables and chairs were as neat as she liked them to be, she started on actually preparing the snacks. Her hands moved quickly through cutting the apples and placing three pieces of saltine crackers on each plate. The completed plates were aligned on the table as soon as she was done with them, and she glanced as she saw some passerbys taking them off the plate. Good--that was what they were there for! She replaced them quickly, and before she knew it, the festival was beginning. Everything was done on time and in an orderly fashion--what more could she want? As more people started to walk around and look at the stands offered for this year, she only stood and overlooked it all. If this morning was going to be busy for them, she was only going to brace herself for what the lunch hour might bring to them.

[Raven5023]

ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ ~ Clinic > Stall (Ruby District)
ｃｏｍｐａｎｙ ~ Scarlet
ｍｏｏｄ ~ Zoning out
ｏｏｃ ~

Haruto hid a chuckle as he watched Scarlet. Her reactions were quite innocent and, unsurprisingly, cute. It was obvious that she didn't understand that he was flirting with her. But that was good in a sense. The situation at the moment was too serious for Haru's flirting to be taken seriously. At least Scar was cheered up somewhat. With the female's consent, Haruto wiped some of the gel used for ultrasounds onto the woman's lower abdomen. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see the pained look on her face. It wasn't hard to figure out what Scar was thinking about as she gazed at the ultrasound.

The man's eyes narrowed as he starred at the screen in front of him, looking for any abnormalities that would signify the presence of cancer in Scar. Something warm suddenly wrapped around his hand, causing the doctor to jump. Turning around, Haru's eyes met with Scar's orange ones. While the woman smiled at him on the surface, her eyes gave away the worry she was trying to hide. Giving her hand a squeeze, the male responded by saying "It will be fine Scarlet. I'll make sure of that!"

That was last night. It was now the morning of the Harvest Festival, one of the most anticipated festivals of the year. Haru had been managed to get very little sleep the night before, mostly a result of processing the examinations he had done on Scarlet, but also because of the worry that was churning inside him. Hiding a yawn behind his hand, Haru shuffled over to the bathroom to quickly get ready for the upcoming day. From what he could remember from his discussions with Keiko, the members of the clinic were planning to do a stall for the Festival, focusing on healthy food. Of course, the doctor had no hand in the making of any of the food, unless he wanted to make the whole town sick. Donning a button up shirt and vest, Haruto quickly turned off the lights of his home before setting out.

Surprisingly, the male arrived at his usual time of half an hour before starting. Everything was pretty much set up already, which was no surprise to the doctor. Turning to his secretary, Haruto finally spoke up after his arrival. "Good morning Keiko. Good to see you here early. It seems we are already gathering a bit of attention" he stated, turning to look at the crowd of people who had arrived early and were mingling around. Every now and then a person would pop up and take a piece of fruit that Keiko had neatly set out for people to eat. Despite the number of people who came and left the stall, Haru was surprisingly quiet. He was too tired and worried to attempt to flirt with any of their customers. He gave each customer a kind greeting, but outside that the male was starting to zone out a fair bit, not really paying attention to his surroundings.

He was letting Scar's case take too much of his attention. There were others out there besides Scar that were sick. Ky was one example. Haru needed to keep an eye on her in case she suddenly fell sick, since her immune system was so low. Kanon was another one, since he was hoping to find a way to get her to speak. So why was he so focused on Scarlet? It was something that had affected her way of life, but the same could be applied to Kanon, who had learned to express herself through music instead of words. Maybe it had to do with the vice-principal's personality? Haru wasn't really sure, and his thoughts were going around in circles.


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[Raven5023]

Company ⇒Kanon's grandmother, the crowds || Location ⇒ Ruby District || Mood ⇒ Frustrated

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Kanon couldn't believe it. Today was one of the biggest days of the year for Houseki Meadows, even bigger than the Music Festival where she had made her debut to the town. One would think she would take the opportunity to pick up her violin or flute and perform in front of the large crowd that would surely gather for the day.

But no.

She was stuck sitting behind a low table in a kimono with her grandmother selling Ikebana pieces they had made.

Kanon stared absently out at the people who passed them by, subtly moving her toes in an attempt to get the blood circulating through her legs again. The last thing she wanted was pins and needles, especially if she were to stand up at some point. "Kanon! Stop fidgeting around, you look foolish" the older woman warned Kanon under her breath, ensuring that no one else heard what the two were talking about. The blond stopped wiggling her toes and restrained herself from letting out a sigh. Kanon hated this. Wearing overly fancy kimonos, sitting silently next to one of her family members looking like a perfect grandaughter/daughter. If there was just one thing that she had learned since arriving in town, it was that not many people in this town was overly interested in arranged marriages or the money behind her name. Most of the probably hadn't even heard about the Lamarche family.

'Ahhh.....I really wanna go and play' the female thought as she watched another person move away from the stall. A fair number of people were coming up and looking at their pieces, but no one was buying them. It didn't take a genius to figure out what was turning them away; the exorbitant price of each of the items. There was no way the townspeople would be able to afford such things, and even if they could surely they wouldn't spend it on an Ikebana piece. If they weren't getting much business, maybe her grandmother would send her home? Gazing down at her notepad beside her, Kanon was about to reach out and grab it when her grandmother suddenly broke the silence. "You can go home for now. I have arranged for someone to practice tea ceremony with you. However, I will need you back before lunch". Kanon was so happy she almost reached out and hugged her grandmother, but restrained herself. With a simple nod, the female gathered her things and braced herself to stand up.

As she had feared, as the musician put pressure on her legs pins and needles prickled up and down her calves. Cringing, Kanon attempted to take a few steps. She managed to get out of her grandmother's line of sight, but it didn't take long for her legs to give out and for Kanon to fall to the ground. Wincing, Kanon sat there for a moment, attempting to recompose herself with little success. A small group of people had stopped at the sight of the blond on the ground, but Kanon refused to look up at them, and instead stared at the ground in silence, waiting for the pain in her legs to subside.

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[psysusa]

In the Barker household there was never a dull moment. With days with Lizzy finding a naked Lambert in his bed, to all their childish and playful; the house was never quiet. Lambert had, like most days, slept naked. His muscular body laid face down cupping the pillow with his arms. They didn’t have to work today as it was one of the many festivals the town held. And the man had spent the night alone, for a few nights now. The white sheets were tangled from his waist under, until he rolled himself out of them. Lambert sat lazily on the edge of the bed looking out his window with heavy eyes. His long eyelashes would flutter once he found himself closing his eyes. After debating whether or not he should keep sleeping he stood up and slipped on some pants and headed down to the kitchen. He ate the first thing he saw and went back to his room. He went to take a shower and dressed decently. He wore a light wash pair of distressed jeans, black boots, a dark grey v-neck shirt and he threw on a jacket. Lambert, like always, fixed his hair differently because he would just look he was a twin to his other brothers. Yves and Leon looked not alike but they still shared the same traits. Lambert’s face had harsher lines and straight slightly bigger nose. It always bothered him but some had fun it endearing, a thing he can’t really wrap his mind around. Lambert worked a bit of styling wax into his hands and then unto his hair combing it backwards, some stubborn pieces framed his face but nothing that bothered him.

Lambert with nothing else to do headed out to check out the stalls. His walk was uneventful, but got slower once he got into the crowd. Walking for a moment people made room for something or someone? As Lambert got closer he saw a small blonde girl on the ground. For a moment he stood there and nobody helped her up. Lambert walked over to the Lamarche girl and crouched down to meet closer to eye level. “Hey are you alright? Need help getting up?” Lambert looked over to see if she was hurt which didn’t seem so. Lambert excused himself and took the liberty to hold one of her hands and wrapped on around her waist to hoist her up. “Let’s look for a bench.” He said as he looked down smiling.

Location　Ruby District Person　Kanon Feeling　normal worried

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►◄LOCATION: The Clinic / The Festival
►◄THOUGHTS: Rolls anyone?
►◄COMPANY: Haru / People around the festival
►◄OUTFIT: Sundress

Scar stood in front of her couch a basket sitting next to feet. Folding a few more skirts and shirts, she sighed with a small smile. "Finally done." Scar didn't mind doing housework, actually, she loved doing it. More so when she had a full mind, and boy did she have a mind that was racing. Ever since the night she'd been with Haru and the whole cancer scare, she'd just been letting her thoughts and fears get the better of her. Sitting down on the couch, she leaned on her knees her head in her hands closing her eyes. The woman just had to breath. She just had to relax. Getting herself all worked up over nothing was pointless. Shaking her head, she sucked in a deep breath before pulling herself up from the couch with a smile. "I can't be down today. The festival is today, and that's something to celebrate!"

Leaning down, she picked up the basket, wincing slightly still feeling a slight ping of pain, but it wasn't near as bad as it had been thank goodness. Carrying the basket of clean clothes into her bedroom, she proceeded to stash everything away until she was left with an empty basket. She should start getting ready for the festival. She'd taken a shower the night before, so all she really had to do was change. Maybe she should bring someone to the festival for some of those working the booths. No doubt they would get hungry themselves. Even though it was the "harvest" festival, there was always room for more food or a nice hand out. Going to her closet, she glanced out her window and then though. It should get warmer as the day went on. She could probably wear a sundress. So, the woman plucked a pale yellow dress from it's hanger slipping it over her body.

Brushing her hair down and pulling it back with her signature ribbon, she found a nice white jacket that seemed to not only compliment it, but making it a bit warmer until the weather got warmer. Going to her kitchen, Scar began to pull out ingredients and start mixing up a dough. It was the harvest festival. Why not make some fun pumpkin buns? As the dough began to set, she set he oven to temperature and greased the pan. Forming the rolls with their cute shapes, she shoved them in the oven to bake doing a few other things around the house as they baked. Coming back once the oven signaled them being done, she pulled them out and placed their stems. Letting them cool for a bit, she made a small basket full of rolls covering them with a light towel to keep them warm and fresh.

Slipping into her white flat tennis shoes, she grabbed her bag before leaving her house and making her way towards the festival. It was still a bit early, but she didn't mind. Maybe someone would need some help setting up. There was always a chance. Walking through the festival, she smiled letting her eyes wander from stand to stand. Actually, she'd hoped her buns would catch some attention. She needed to get rid of them. She could eat one or two but not this many! Hopefully there would be a few takers. She didn't like to brag, but from what people had told her, she was a decent baker. So, hopefully they hadn't been lying to her. "Would anyone like a roll," she asked a few people arriving to the festival.

[Raven5023]

ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ ~ Vet Clinic → Ruby District
ｃｏｍｐａｎｙ ~ In the crowds
ｍｏｏｄ ~ Thoughtful
ｏｏｃ ~

Several days had passed since Shouta had fallen ill. Finally, on the day of the Harvest Festival, the male had fully recovered, energetically wading his way through his home to the kitchen. It had been a long time since he had been sick, and an even longer time since he had been able to rest like that. It was all thanks to Junko. The red haired nurse had shown up the day after the music festival with medicine that helped him recover a lot quicker. Well, that wasn't the only thing that she had done for him. Looking through his kitchen, a box of oatmeal sat on the bench, which Shouta picked up. Staring at the box, the blue haired male thought back to what had happened that day.

After letting Junko into his home, Shouta had returned to the couch and collapsed down onto it.The male listened as Junko closed the door behind her and walked into his home. It wasn't surprising that she was shocked by the mess. Anyone would be. "Oh. Don't worry about it so much, okay? It's not that bad". Heh, well that was a lie. Gazing up at the red haired nurse, Shouta had reached out and took the medication from her hand. "Thanks Junko.... Shouta mumbled, pushing himself up and bracing himself to take the medicine. But the vet assistant was stopped by Junko, who had stated that he needed to eat before hand. Ugh, he was too tired to cook. Shouta was tossing up whether or not to get up when Junko spoke up again, although this time she was looking at everything but him. Was she bored? Maybe she didn't want to be there....if that was the case then he wouldn't force her to stay there any longer. "Ah, its fine Junko....I'll just do it myself" the male stated in a worn out tone as he attempted to get up. However, his exhaustion got the better of him and he flopped back down onto the couch.

After a moment of silence, Junko spoke up once more and offered to make him something simple. Shouta looked up at her again, this time with a surprised look on her face. He wasn't really expecting her to offer to do it, but he wasn't really going to turn her down considering the state he was in. With a smile, Shouta responded with a quick thank you before laying back down. Junko ended up making him porridge, and after eating the whole bowl rather quickly, took the medicine and fell back to sleep.

Returning to the present, Shouta realised that a blush had formed on his cheeks. Ugh, what was wrong with him? Shaking his head, the vet assistant returned to making his breakfast, once again scoffing the bowl of porridge down quickly. This time, however, instead of returning to sleep Shouta put on his shoes and headed for the vet clinic. It had been a few days since he had last been there, and even if Liz were to say that everything was alright, he wanted to see it with his own two eyes. Entering the back of the clinic, a round of happy yelps echoed through the room. The animals seemed to recognise him, and most looked happy to see him again after his absence. A smile spread across Shouta's lips as he approached one of the cages. "Sorry for being away so long guys. I'm back" the male stated, patting a golden retriever gently on the head before starting a quick check over all the animals.

By the time Shouta had changed some bandages and fed the animals, an hour had already passed. With another smile, Shouta left the clinic, glad that not much had changed in the animal's conditions since prior to him getting sick. And with that, he could now go spend some time at the festival. Being a vet, there was nothing he could really offer to sell at the harvest festival, so all he planned to do was walk around and check some of the stalls before either returning home or returning to the vet clinic. The blue haired male wandered around the ruby district where the stalls were now fully set up. Several of them were to be expected of a country town: a couple of crop stalls, animal stalls, and one for the cafe. Then there were some odd ones, like one with flower arrangements that were priced way too high for anyone in the town to buy. Not really focusing on any in particular, Shouta continued until reaching the clinic's stall, at which point he had come to a stop. The healthy food on the counter had caught his interest. Not only that, but the usually flirtatious and loud Haruto was quiet. Maybe something had happened? Not that he really wanted to get involved. If Shouta started talking to the doctor it would only lead to trouble. Taking a slice of apple from the table, Shouta turned and started heading further down the street once more.



The traitor XIII

[twaitor]

Junko Ichijuri - Nurse⊷ ((O | O | C : ayy hope this is okay !! )) ⊷

Junko. ☆ Where?...ruby district ☆ I'm feeling....nervous and a little surprised ☆ I'm not saying...should you really be out and about? ☆ With?...shouta

( H E A R T )Junko was late.

Today was the Harvest Festival. Which meant that she, Haru and Keiko were going to put up a stand about the clinic, to promote good health. She was supposed to be there early to help Keiko set up and prepare for the day and all. She knew that she didn't actually have to, but she had told the woman that she wanted to do so, she even offered to prepare a meal! She wasn't the best cook around, but she was decent when it came to certain things.

But... Junko woke up late that morning. It was due to the fact that she got home late last night and didn't fall asleep until maybe an hour before the sun rose. Which meant that she didn't even hear any of her alarms going off around her. And when she awoke that morning, she felt groggy and completely forgot that it was the morning of the festival. So she took her usual hour or so getting ready. She debated for nearly fifteen minutes on what to do with her hair alone, before she decided to just braid it this time. It felt like a day to have her hair braided. She spent another twenty minutes looking for something to wear, but she decided on her usual wear of clothes.

And it wasn't until the moment that she walked by her calender that she realized today was the Harvest Festival. And when he eyes glanced towards the clock, she knew she was late. She was late and she had nothing prepared like she had said she was going to do! And she wasn't there early like she told Keiko. In fact, she was technically late to getting to the festival. Haru was going to have a b***h fit and she would end up apologizing over and over again for being late.

It was all some sort of dumb irony that she ended up forgetting about the festival, really.

Junko had slipped on her shoes and started running towards the Ruby District where the festival was held.. As she ran she started going over in her mind little excuses she could tell the others and maybe then her form of punishment or whatever wouldn't be as bad as it could be. Oh god... Haru was probably going to make her clean like everything in the clinic. Or worse. Have her try his cooking for a week. Haruto was someone who was horrible at cooking and she definitely didn't want to be anywhere near him when he had food he made himself.

Junko ran all the way from her home in the Diamond District all the way to the Ruby District where the festival was being held. And all through her running, she couldn't come up with a single good excuse! But... she was strong. She could handle Haruto. Goddess only knows she's been doing it for as long as she has!

The nurse finally arrived at the festival and she slowed down to a fast walk instead of a run. But her fast walk quickly slowed down to normal speed as she started walking through, making her way towards the clinic stand. The festival was up and running and everything just looked so gorgeous. She absolutely loved this festival. It was a day where people got to show off things that they had made; from the flowers to the crops. She even heard that the little rancher boy was going to have a petting zoo! She'd have to make sure to leave at some point during the day to go and see that...

But as the nurse kept her head looking back and forth between the stands, it was really not surprise that she had accidentally bumped into someone.

"O-oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! I -- Shouta?" Junko blinked twice and stared up at the boy with a look of curiosity on her face. Was the boy feeling better? After the whole... incident at his house the other day, she hadn't seen him at all. She hoped he was doing okay. But if he was out and about like this...

"Are you doing okay? Did the medicine help you at all?" Without thinking, she placed a hand on his chest, and stood on her toes to bring a hand to his forehead to see if he still had a fever. Thankfully he didn't. She was glad about that. Shouta had looked so helpless when he was sick. She didn't really know him all that well, but she knew that he wasn't normally the helpless kind of guy. She had felt so bad having to make him food and deliver him medicine. So she was really, truly happy that he wasn't sick anymore and was actually out and about.

"It's nice not seeing you all curled up on your couch with a nasty cold!" Junko smiled up at him and nodded her head slightly. She let out a small laugh, "I mean... it's nice seeing you out and about... Shoujo."

A wise man once told me: ❝If you ever find yourself on the ωяσиɢ path, just keep ωαℓκιиɢ and never look back.❞

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[Raven5023]

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The next morning, Lucielle had awoken with a pounding headache and feeling like a weight was pressing down on her. Cringing at the sunlight pouring through her window, the green haired female pulled the covers over her head. Ugh, how many drinks had she had last night? Obviously more than her limit. One? Two? Rolling around under the sheets, Lucie let out a sigh. She could remember talking with Al, Val-Val and Lizzy, but after that....nothing. She couldn't even remember how she got home. Peering from under her blankets, the female's gaze landed on the clock sitting across from her on a table. It was half past eight in the morning. It took a moment for the situation to hit Lucielle, and when it did the girl started flailing around and yelling. "WAAAH?!? How did I sleep in!? Ugh, I feel so bad! No, no! I have to get ready! Ahhhh, where is my towel?"

After a hurried shower and some preparation (mostly involving taking a couple of painkillers), Lucie was now ready to face the world. She now had five minutes to get from her home in the Amethyst District to the salon, which was located in the Diamond District. Would she make it? No, she had to! Grabbing one of the five bags that lined her entranceway, Lucie slipped on a pair of boots and rushed out the door. By the time the female arrived at the salon, one minute before business hours started, her hair was dishevelled and her dress was slightly wrinkled. Stepping inside, the female straightened out her hair as she dumped her bag down in the room that was designated as her stylist room: a bright room with a chair in the middle, a mirror to one side and plants set neatly lined up under a large window on the other next to a radio. It was a peaceful room, designed to help those who came to see her relax. Grabbing a hair tie, Lucielle tied up the ends of her short hair into a mini-ponytail before calling in her first customer.

An hour later, with a flick of her wrist Lucie pulled the cape from off of her customer, sending a few strands of black hair into the air. "There, how does that look? Good right?" the hair stylist asked confidently, holding up a mirror so the woman in front of her could see the entirety of what Lucie had done. "It's lovely, thank you so much Lucielle!! the woman exclaimed, exiting the room happily. Lucielle was happy. If she could make others feel better about themselves and look good, then she was doing her job. After sweeping up the hair strewn across the tile flooring, the woman's attention turned to the window. It was a sunny day, and while she was stuck inside, everyone else was outside enjoying the nice weather and the festival. Of course, Lucielle would be able to join in once she had finished working, but that wasn't the point. Since everyone was out there, hardly anyone was inside with her, and so it didn't take long for her to get bored.

Sitting herself down on a nearby seat, it is unsurprising that her first thoughts were to turn to fairy tales and princes. The other night she had read a book she had cherished since her childhood, the story of Cinderella. The prince in it was kind and gentle, and he put so much into finding the titular heroine. There were two men in town that really fit that role whom Lucielle idolised. Lucifer, the Principal of the local school, and Daniel, a recent addition to the town who had taken on the role of carpenter. Just thinking about the two 'princes' made Lucielle's mind wander even more into dreamland. It would be so great if one of them could sweep her into their arms and take her away. Oh, that would be so beautiful! And afterwards they would....Lucie couldn't help but let a silly grin spread across her lips as she continued to play through her daydream.

《where - salon》 ✿ 《company - self 》 ✿ 《emotions - daydreaming 》 ✿ 《ooc - 》

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▓ＭＩＣＨＡＥＬ the ＢＥＳＴ bartender in Houseki Meadows▓

▓LOCATION:Zeb's Booth ▓THOUGHTS:Hello Stranger~▓COMPANY:Zeb

Michael had had a pretty fun time screwing with "zeb." Of course she'd found out right away that Kimberly hadn't been Zeb. Still, it had been fun poking at him and making him feel a little out of place. She hadn't meant to make him feel uncomfortable. Michael just saw him as a bit stuffy. He just needed to loosen up a little. And, that he did with the great power of alcohol. Nothing better than the hard stuff. It was hilarious that he'd found her tongue trick so interesting. Guess he hadn't really been out much. She figured everyone knew about that little trick, but he'd seemed completely in awe from it. For once, Michael had been up and wandering around her house for a few hours. Wasn't really a reason, she just hadn't really slept well. Sometimes when she had a long night at the bar, she really didn't get much sleep in after it. But, the days she did get sleep were pretty amazing. Putting away some bowls and boxes, she sat on the counter in her boxers and tank top eating a bowl of cereal skimming through the news pages.

Michael didn't read the paper often, but she probably should have. She would have known more of what was going on around town if she did. Taking a bite and letting her spoon linger in her mouth, her brows raised slightly seeing the the harvest festival was going on today. Hmm. She wasn't really into the whole festival thing. There were some that were alright. She mostly found them lacking entertainment due to the lack of booze. But what could you do? They had to be somewhat kid friendly didn't they? Finishing off her cereal, she hopped off the counter and threw her bowl full of cereal milk and her spoon into the sink before going into her room. Grabbing her brush, she slipped it through her silky black mane with ease before sitting down to put on a bit on make up. No doubt Zeb would be there. It felt like it had been ages. Maybe she would surprise him with her dark lips or her stomach showing. That might gain some attention for others as well.

Honestly, Michael didn't crave attention, she just managed to attract it in the way she dressed and looked. Not many of the girls around the meadows had tattoos, piercings, and dark looking attire. It just wasn't appealing to most, but she didn't really care. It was her, and that was all that mattered. After her make up, she stood up and grabbed a plaid pair of skinny jeans from her dresser and a black fringed cut off from the closet. Pulling everything on, she grabbed her tennis shoes tying the tightly so the laces would come undone. The last thing she wanted was to fall on her face in front of the whole town. Once she seemed already, she grabbed a bit of money before locking the door behind her and setting out for the festival. It was early, but what else was she going to do? Plus, no doubt there were already people there. They would probably be setting up, but that didn't bother her. Walking among the booths, she let her eyes wander from booth to booth until she saw a familiar face.

A small grin crept across her dark lips as the stepped up to Zeb's booth. "Well it's funny seeing you here stranger," she cooed. "It feels like I haven't seen you in weeks. I've missed our talks at the bar," she smiled with a hint of taunting tone to her voice. "So are you working harder or just pretending to get my attention," she winked leaning on the table looking up at him with a playful grin.



l Sailor Centaurus l

[xX-CUPPICAKE-Xx]

║█⋮LOCATION Festival her booth║█⋮THOUGHTS Damn Frames!║█⋮COMPANY No one

Ky yawned softly rubbing her eyes gently dragging a large photo over her small frame like a cape. She'd arrived at the museum early so she would be able to load up a few photographs and frames. The photos were her problem. It was the frames that were about as large as she was that was the real pain in the a**. Huffing softly, she pulled another frame to a wagon flipping it in. Sitting on the ground near her work which was safe and secure in a poster bag, she shivered. It was a bit chilly out, but then again, she was always cold. Looking at her watch, she frowned. She'd missed breakfast again. Digging in her over-sized jacket pocket, she pulled out a clementine and began to peel it. She was getting better. Still no where near cured, but she was getting there. Sort of. Taking a few slices of the cutie and nibbling on them, she stood up shoving the other half into her pocket for later.

Venturing back into the museum, she cam back out with the final frame tossing it in her wagon. Going back in, the small girl came back out with a step ladder and set it under the frames so not to ruin them. Loading up her arms with poster bags, she grabbed the wagon neck and began to yank. Ky was nearly buried in the poster bags she was holding, and it didn't help she was trying to pull a heavy wagon through grass no less. Stopping half way, she puffed pulling out the rest of her cutie and finishing off. Sucking in a deep breath, she grabbed the wagon again and began to pull and tug managing to get it as far as the festival. Hopefully no one would come up to her. She didn't like it when people tried to help her. Most of the time it was because they thought she couldn't do it on her own. Which was usually true, but she didn't like to admit that!

Making it to the empty booth she'd rented out, she sighed letting the bag drop slowly to the ground before turning around to face the frames she'd carried out earlier this morning. Glaring at them, she smirked picking up one with all her "muscle" and setting it on the table. Finding the right photograph, Ky slid it out gently and set it in place as she began to frame it. It was a beautiful close up of a bed of tulips and lilies. She'd managed to catch them in the early spring when they were just starting to bloom. Yanking the step ladder from the wagon, Ky set it up and grabbed the frame her arms shaking slightly from the amount of strength she was using to hall it up the small step ladder. Stretching to her toes, she managed to hang it in the back from on the poles supporting the top of the of booth.

Letting out a soft breath, she lower back to the ground and looked to the other pictures and frames. "Ugh!" She let her head fall on the table already feeling exhausted. She needed to sell some of her work, but why did it have to be so hard to prepare them! Couldn't people just frame them themselves? Shaking her head, she pulled her burning body from the table. Her body was screaming not being used to all the extra exercise. "Just a little more..." She grabbed another photo looking at another large frame as if it were taunting her.

[Grim Vanity]

☀ Location ☀
The Harvest Festival
✩ People ✩
Zebulon and.... Mackenna?
☽ Thoughts ☾
'Hopefully we have some business soon
OOC: Finally got her up~ Let me know if anything needs edited.

After clearing up the whole death thing and changing into some dry clothing, Kalina actually managed to have a pretty enjoyable evening with Leon and Fabrice. Even though her initial reaction towards the town's painter was one of mild dislike and distrust Kalina quickly warmed up to him as the night continued on and they all conversed. She just hoped the painter didn't get the wrong impression from her little fear episode. She was normally much less hysteric. Perhaps they'd meet again sometime when she wasn't acting like a fool. Hours passed and eventually Fabrice left and Kalina decided it was probably time for her to venture home as well. She didn't want to intrude anymore on Leon's generosity and hospitality. Kalina thanked him profusely before giving him a tight hug and departing, promising to get the clothes back to him the next day. She changed as soon as she got to the inn and made sure she washed the borrowed clothing as soon as possible. They weren't exactly her style but they were surprisingly comfortable as she got used to them. Perhaps she would would go shopping for something similar after she got some extra money. Exhausted from the day's events Kalina was asleep before her eyes hit the pillow.

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The sun had barely began to rise before Kalina was up again. The lack of sleep immediately hit as she struggled to get out of bed. Last night she had nightmares of drowning and being lost at sea on a raft. There was more too it but already it had started to fade from her mind. Yawning, Kalina decided to grab a quick shower first to wake herself up for her morning meditation session. The salt water had made her hair all dry and rough feeling so she made sure she used a little extra conditioner help it. After she finished showering she brushed her teeth and went back into her room and took her spot for her daily ritual of meditation.

Two hours later, Kalina found herself feeling far more awake than she had felt earlier. Scooping her almanac from its resting place, Kalina took a seat at the round table, picking a large vine of grapes from the bowl in the center. Today was the day of the Harvest Festival and Kalina was super excited to be a part of it. It was her first time experiencing something like this as not many of the places she'd visited had something like this. And the ones that did she wasn't normally in town for. Aside from the food, this was the perfect time for her to advertise her business as well. Hopefully that would draw some more attention to the shrine as well. More people had been visiting but not nearly as many as she had thought there would be. Of course she may have been hyperbolating in her fantasies for it but still. She hoped this would draw in more people. The fortune teller would hate for Zebulon to decide she was a bad investment and kick her out of the shrine. At least the forecast for the day was a positive one according to the almanac. There couldn't have been a better day to have this. So far all signs pointed towards a good day (for Kalina at least). It did say to avoid unnecessary conflict but Kalina payed that little thought. She wasn't one to get involved with petty things anyways.

With one part of her daily ritual finished, Kalina moved over to the small vanity and began to do her hair and makeup, taking great care with her eye make up so it would look symmetrical on both sides. Running a brush through her long, dark curls, Kalina pulled her hair back with a a headband and rummaged through her drawers, picking out her outfit for the day. Today's color was pink so naturally she picked out the brightest pinks she had in her wardrobe, along with a colorful shawl to fend off the brisk morning air and lots of other jewelry (mostly rings today). Though she detested doing so, the dark skinned woman even put on a short pair of socks and and pair of ankle boots to keep her feet from freezing. At least until it got warmer that was. Giving her makeup one final touch up, Kalina grabbed everything she needed and put it all in her bag, including the borrowed clothes. She made sure they were nicely folded so they wouldn't wrinkle while in there.

As she made it to the booth for the Shrine she noticed Zebulon had already arrived and was beginning to set up. Greeting him, the dark haired woman also began helping him, humming a cheerful tune and dancing a little as she made small talk. Kalina laughed a little as her partner commented on her morning personality. It was true she enjoyed the mornings. There was something so serence about watching everything slowly arising from their slumber. Like watching a flower unfold. "I supposed mornings have always been a special time for me. I find it's much easier to get in tune with the energies. Kind of like easing into a hot bath. Meditation is also surprisingly helpful, if you don't fall back asleep while doing so." When she was first starting out with her mentor, he used to wake her up even before dawn to meditate and she would often fall right back asleep, only to be scolded with long speeches. Electric green eyes were scanning the crowd, searching for a certain sailor. No sign of Leon yet but perhaps she might take a break later so she could return the clothing. Zebulon's voice broke into her thought, stating that she could leave whenever she felt and look around. "Why, Zebulon I believe you just read my mind. You aren't hiding any special abilities from me now are you?" The woman teased. She might have to take him up on that offer later. But for now she would stay and put in her effort for the day.

Kalina reached into her bag to pull out her tarot cards in their special wooden box and set them down on her end of the table just as a woman approached the booth. Kalina recognized her as one of the bartenders at the local tavern but couldn't quite remember her name. Michelle or Mackenzie? Something along those lines. She seemed to be only there to flirt with Zebulon and Kalina didn't wish to interrupt so she stayed to herself and began to set out some items to sell. Charms, a few crystals, and tiny drawstring bags filled with dried herbs for teas and flowers. Things to ward of negativity such as disease, misfortune, and fatigue. There were items that promoted positive things as well such as well-being, monetary gain, luck, clarity, and love. There were far more items for love than there were for anything else since that usually seemed to be the most popular thing people were always looking for. Kalina had this idea to attempt to gain some more money. She felt bad for not being able to give the priest a lot so hopefully this would go well and she could give him a bit more for his generosity. Kalina sifted through her bag once more, pulling out some bayberry scented incense, the fortune teller lit a stick and and positioned it in a holder. Looking over at the bartender and Zebulon she decided to add hibiscus as well. Kalina had debated about taking out her crystal ball as well. She wasn't exactly as skilled with it as she was with other methods but people tended to generalize it more with the whole fortune telling thing. Hmm. Perhaps she'd take it out later if things were slow. She was sure she had some elecampane in her bag as well.

l Sailor Centaurus l

[sanchan-hime the tsandere]

Chihiro continued to hug the drunken girl in his arms, biting his lip at his own awkwardness. Something bothered him with what he was doing right then, where he found it the slightest it unfair that Kyleigh wasn’t in her right mind. He felt like he was cheating. Then again, an opportunity like this wasn’t going to come again anytime soon. Chihiro was about to put another arm around her before he was “punched” by the girl. She threw punch after punch to his stomach, only earning as much as a tickled chuckle from him in the process. Kyleigh gasped as if realizing something that wasn’t obvious, but then again, he was duped. She said something about hurting him and broke out from his hug, hopping off the seat beside him. ’Was that supposed to hurt?’ he blinked, watching the photographer scurry off clumsily to another part of her house to get who-knows-what.

”You’re like a whole other force of nature, girl, I can hardly keep up,” he said as she returned, then leaned against the palm of his hand with a sigh. His eyes closed shut as a reflex when she came at him, the girl sticking an adhesive bandaid over his nose. He found the gesture cute, even if it was odd enough as it was. Chihiro really couldn’t find anything not to like about this drunk Kyleigh. It was amusing, and he had to admit he did enjoy how outwardly the female acted. It was a complete opposite from the girl he knew. Really, nothing could go wrong.

Then it happened. She kissed him. Kissed him, right on the tip of his nose where she had stuck the bandage. Now that he wasn’t expecting. If Kyleigh wasn’t blocking the way for him he would have completely fallen out of his seat in clear shock. After nearly over a year training in the art of womanizing, he was losing. He couldn’t believe it. No woman he had ever known willfully went along with his wiles let alone their own.

His hand was grabbed and he was led to the kitchen where his cake was awaiting the two of them. Chihiro was still lost in the midst of his hidden thoughts mixed of surprise and bitterness of his losing game, solemnly sulking in his seat. He didn’t even think twice about Kyleigh cutting the cake in her condition. ”Yeah.. sure. Cake. Cake sounds good.” He let out a long sigh, resting his cheek against the back of his hand as he felt the bandaid plastered over his nose. This was just all too much, even for him.

He abruptly left his thoughts as he heard a loud gasp, jumping out of seat and onto his feet in an instant. ”Ky, what’s wrong?” he asked in concern. He met her as she came over to him, holding out her hand to him to see a miniscule cut on her finger, a tiny streak of blood oozing out of it. Chihiro let out a long sigh, taking her by the base of her hand and leading her back to the couch where he left his makeup case. ”I swear, I just take my eyes off of you from just one minute," he said, sitting her down on the couch as he pulled his case open with his free hand. He knew he had a first aid kit in there. Somewhere. He’d gotten it from his sister from her workplace a short time ago, telling him to keep it with him in case anything should happen. Well, something happened. Might as well take advantage of it.

Chihiro managed to find a small bag inside of the case, pulling it out and tugging the zipper open with his teeth. He’d just have to manage one-handedly. He was sure if he let go of the girl’s hand before him she’d manage to panic again and do more damage than she’d already done. ”Hold still for me, would you?” He fished out the Neosporin ointment and a bandaid, swabbing away the blood with a bit of disinfectant and gauze before applying the ointment. He peeled away the wrapping of the bandaid somehow, wrapping it around her tiny finger before softly patting it. ”There. All better, see? You’ll live.” he said with an exasperated chuckle, patting her on the head. ”Good girl. Let’s just forget about the cake for now and just get some sleep. It’d do good for the both of us.”

It didn’t take much longer until the girl fell asleep, leaning her head on his shoulder. He didn’t mind it very much, though thinking about that evening’s events overwhelmed him. ”Little monster, you’re crazy,” he said with a bemused sigh, poking the sleeping girl’s cheek as she slept. He looked about the seating room they were in, wondering on how in the blazes he was going to get home at this rate. He couldn’t just leave the sleeping girl alone by herself. He didn’t have the keys to the house either, and he’d be leaving the front door unlocked. Bad move.

Somehow he managed to get to sleep, which didn’t seem to last very long with Kyleigh waking up with a stir. He awoke as he felt her move, opening his eyes to look at her. She looked up at him and moved away with shock and disgust. Kyleigh was back. Chihiro grinned warmly at her, resting his chin against his palm. ”Good morning, Ky~ last night was great.” He winked at her before he was met with a slap to the face. He’d been wanting to say that line for most of his life. It was worth it. Chihiro whistled as he was kicked out of Kyleigh’s home, carrying his makeup case in hand as he made his way home.

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Saturday, Fall 9th

Chihiro had been awake since six that morning, now a usual routine for him since he moved. He let out a long groan as he rolled about the floor of his room. It was seven in the morning now, a bit too early for his tastes, but with his job as the town’s makeup artist that started at nine. He’d be in Houseki Meadows for just about a year now, though he still hadn’t gotten used to his new wake-up time being the lazy sloth he usually was. He lay in a mess of scattered lipsticks on the floor, trying to choose the right color for another client of his, who specifically requested something subtle yet not too sickeningly sweet. ’Lemonade Pink, Shimmery Pink, Flamingo Pink, Pink Champagne, Creamy Pink, Strawberry Milk Pink, Pink Clover, Pink Tulip, Pink Rose..’ The male let out another stressed groan as he flopped again, yelling, ”I can’t decide!” All the colors he had were relatively alike, but different shades of pink emitted different hues when applied on the lips of the client. He settled for two of them to blend together to exemplify the look she was going for a good half hour after fussing over the subject, with swatch upon swatch of each of the colors delicately painted along his arm. Chihiro set all of the lipsticks back into his makeup case (for work, mind you), neatly this time, preparing himself to head out to the salon for his job.

He made his way downstairs into the kitchen to take a gulp or two of milk from the jug per usual of every morning, as much as he was sure his sister hated it, taking a glimpse of a piece of paper scrawled with his sister Keiko’s writing. It was addressed to him and their half sister Antheia, telling them that she had already left to prepare for the Harvest Festival, and if they needed her to simply find her. He was old enough to take care of himself, but he did appreciate the thought of it. Perhaps if Kyleigh managed to cut anything bigger than the tiny nick on her finger he’d drag her there for real medical attention. He skimmed the rest of the note to see more written to his sister, something about being out too late and sleeping schedule shenanigans. Ah, Keiko. Even if she wasn’t a doctor per se, she sure did act like one on most days. Chihiro thanked the heavens he was an adult and didn’t have a curfew. Think of all the ladies he would miss if he did!

The makeup artist grabbed a piece of toast and smothered it in half a jar of marmalade for breakfast before he took a seat on the dining room table with the milk jug still in hand. So today was the harvest festival, as the note had said. He still had work it seemed, two hours from now until two in the afternoon. Chihiro didn’t have any clients until near the end of his shift. Then again, some people preferred to come in unannounced, so he supposed he’d head to work anyhow. Maybe meet some cute girls there while he was at it.

He finished the last gulps of the milk jug before setting it into the sink to wash later, dusting his immaculate hands of bread crumbs as he was about to head for the door. He scribbled on his sister’s note on his whereabouts to their sister Antheia, telling her where he’d be for the festival as well.

Anty, I’ll be at work until 2 today. If you need me you can find me there or loitering around the square after, ok?

Satisfied, he then tossed the pen onto the dining room table, picked up his makeup case, and headed out the door for the day.

Chihiro took his time getting to work, hating the idea of punctuality. Besides, being fashionably late couldn’t hurt anyone. He’d arrived at the beauty salon a good half hour after it opened, half expecting there to be a hoarde full of cute girls he’d get to doll up. Chihiro entered the door, surveying the salon for the slightest skirt to chase. He only found his co-worker Lucielle, the hairstylist, sitting in a nearby chair to her workstation. She seemed to be lost in thought, and from the looks of it, it was something that made her happy. He wished he had a camera to take a photo of that grin on her face, something he was sure he wouldn’t see anytime else.

”Oh, it’s just you,” he said, a teasing disgusted tone set in his voice, ”Shirking work busy in dreamland, are you?” Lucielle was by far his elder, with a seven year gap in between them. Sometimes he seemed to forget this, addressing her more commonly and without reserve.

He set his things down at his station and slumped into the styling chair across from her. ”What’s so interesting that you’re practically drooling over?”

( ❖ LOCATION )
macarons. ✩ ： work at the beauty salon

( ❖ COMPANY )
macarons. ✩ ： lucielle

( ❖ FEELING )
macarons. ✩ ： curious, bemused


Raven5023

[sanchan-hime the tsandere]

✰✰✰ ❝ MAIL CARRIER ❞++Since when did your smile become so sad that it breaks my heart+?

『 I wished for rain, but slowly, the sky cleared 』
xxThe summer sunlight gently spread out.

Maxie looked over to Lynde, who didn’t seem too fazed by what was going on. "No, really, Signoire Lynde.. I don’t know what’s wrong. He’s never like this,” he said, looking from Happy back up to his companion beside him. Something told him that Lynde didn’t seem to believe it, thinking that it was all some prank. That’s what he got for challenging him before, and he couldn’t help but regret it even a little.

Maxie knelt beside his dog to try and console him, trying to disregard the terror found lingering in his voice, but another rustle through the brush turned his head back around in fear. The light from moments before began to disappear, leaving the two in an ominous darkness that neither of them were prepared for. He felt a chill rush up his spine, causing him to shiver as they were encased in the shadows. It didn’t get dark so quickly around Houseki Meadows.. something had to be up.

Lynde continued to doubt, Maxie observed, but suddenly the lavender-haired male seemed to freeze in his spot, only to turn around and run away screaming loud enough to wake the dead from their grave. "S-signoire? Signoire Lynde, where are you going?” he yelled after him. Lynde didn’t turn back or answer him in reply. He then realized he had been left behind. Maxie squinted, looking toward the direction the other was looking to, a shadow lurking over him as the figure approached. Happy continued to growl and bark ferociously, the two of them earning a loud growl back from whatever it was. Maxie looked toward the brush, seeing a largely shaped paw emerge. With claws. His eyes slowly drifted up to see the most horrifying thing he had ever seen in his life.

The monster was huge. It looked to be a fully grown adult wolf, but with claws as long as sword blades and twice as large. Its teeth were carnivorous like a shark, yellowed with a lingering foul smell of its last devoured prey, jaws left agape in a snarl. Coated with fur as black as night, Maxie was sure he could smell a sharp metallic stench he prayed his speculations were wrong about. Blood.

Glowing eyes met his, stirring as if the creature could smell his fear. It came closer to him, claws only three feet away from where the boy knelt. Maxie couldn’t get himself to move until its jaws came closer and closer toward him.

Honestly, it took a lot to scare Maxie. He could watch horror movies on end without so much as a blink or subtle inhaled breath. Nothing really surprised him. But now..

He was terrified.

’I could die today.. I could die.’ he thought, eyes widening at this realization. Maxie scooped his dog carefully up into his arms as he began to slowly move from the massive beast still in his steps, watching. Once he believed he was a safe enough distance from its jaw space, he turned and ran - fast - his life depended on it. He couldn’t tell if he was being followed, nothing left in his mind but the need for survival. Not caring about the mass of branches and leaves he passed, leaving their marks against his face and limbs, he ran right through them all to the entrance to the forest where they came from. Maxie dove into the clearing, taking a short tumble onto the pathway leading to the forest, out of breath and adrenaline pumping through each of his veins.

It seemed like hours passed before he decided to head home. Maxie stepped through the door, locking it shut behind him, his aunt looking over at him and nearly dropping all of her paperwork as she looked at his condition.

”By the goddess, Max, what happened to you?” she asked, seeing her nephew covered in a multitude of cuts and remnants of trees mixed with earthen soil from the forest.

”Monster..” he said briefly, his face distorted in terror. Without another word he was making his way upstairs to his room, ignoring the outbursts from his worried aunt below him. Maxie didn’t even bother to bathe that night, swiping the sheets off his bed and huddling in the corner of his room with Happy still in his arms.

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Saturday, Fall 9th - Harvest Festival

Today was the Harvest Festival, and even though he wasn’t on the clock he did have a job to do. He gave out pamphlets of the events going on during the day as well as a map of the booths present - a very important job. Besides, he felt that the more he worked then the more he could get his mind off of the monster that kept creeping up on him in his dreams. Maxie hobbled out of his mess of a bed comforter and blanket he’d been in during the long hours of the night, preparing to head out for the day of festivities. He splashed water on his face, then looked at his twin in the mirror as he pat his cleansed face dry. He had slight bags under his eyes, he observed, with another night without sleep. He’d been sleepless, a slight slump lingering on his shoulders as he made his rounds. Maxie had been skeptical about leaving the house the past few days since the incident in the Emerald Forest, sure that the monster was lurking just behind the front door. He’d kept looking over his shoulder every chance he got, even at work. As frightened as he was, he had a job to keep and he had to do it.

Maxie came down the steps with his mail carrying bag full of pamphlets, skipping breakfast for the second time that week. He slipped his shoes on tiredly, out the door with one last glance over his shoulder. He had left Happy back inside, sure that the dog wouldn’t want to go out as much as he would. Sighing, Maxie stood in the town square amidst the growing crowd, left in a daze with an armful of pamphlets. He wished he could tell someone about what he saw, but who would believe him?


ℓσcατιση x✰ -- emerald forest > town
cσmpαηy ✰ -- lynde and happy > alone
ғeeℓιηg xx✰ -- bothered

『 Just like that time, it's a clear day outside 』
xxBut the downpour in my heart show no signs of ceasing.


Elegant Mac

4ynk7vsj:76="Elegant Macabre]

[Sentinel Sailor Star]

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Even if all of the people seemed okay, Allison still felt an immense amount of guilt for falling on all the residents like he had. He was a firefighter, and he needed to be a good example for the town to follow! Clearly that moment was not one of his prouder ones. However, after confirming that they were okay, Allison decided that he had too much excitement for one day and waved to the other guests without ordering anything. He walked out of the bar, allowing his lungs to be filled with the cool air outside. This was very relaxing for him whenever he needed to think, and Allison always had a soft spot for the nature outside. He leaned against the building outside for a while, deciding to let his love of nature rejuvenate himself. When he decided that it was good enough for him, he began his trek to his house. Hopefully tomorrow would prove to be a better day for him.


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5 A.M. came for him like it always did. After giving himself a small breakfast of toast, an apple and some water, he dressed himself in sweatpants and a casual white T-shirt as he always had. He wasn't one to miss his daily routine, and today so far was just as smooth as he expected it to be. He brushed through his hair a couple times with his hairbrush, though he knew that the attempt would have been in vain. It would have been messy as soon as he executed his morning jog for the day, but maybe he just liked to keep himself busy. After putting his socks on and tying his shoes, he was out of the house and ready for the day. All the views of the town came by the town far quickly for him. Everything seemed to be in place, and even through a casual jog he could catch on to it. Peace was over Houseki Meadows once again and everything seemed to be in line. The views were all the same to him, and he was glad that nothing seemed to be off. He simply jogged over at his leisurely pace, not too terribly worried about being at work for the moment. Today was the day of the Harvest Festival--he read a bit about it in the newspaper he bought a couple days ago. It was a day of abundance for them, when the entire town gathered in the Ruby District to thank the Goddess for the abundance of food. He wasn't sure who all believed in its traditions still--heck, he wasn't even sure if he believed them himself. Still, the town was getting together and he thought it was nice to have that prospect with them.

He returned to his house thirty minutes after starting his jog, and as always, he took a quick shower after to remove the sweat on his body and in his hair. As always it had been a quick one--he was a person who was on the move, and standing around in one place for too long wasn't something that he was fond of, though admittedly because most of his occupation did that very same thing, he had grown accustomed to it. Regardless he turned the water off and stepped out, quickly drying himself with a towel he grabbed from the rack. The male slipped into a dark pair of jeans and a long-sleeved navy blue shirt. The male wasn't one to overdress if he didn't feel the need to. The weather outside would be chilly no doubt, but he knew that he could warm himself up pretty quickly if he needed to. After all, no matter how many jogs he'd take around the town, it was still the thing to do to raise his body temperature. Annoying to deal with in the summertime, sure, but for weather like this a body's natural reaction was something desired. His gray eyes stared at the reflection in his mirror, and he brushed his hair back to receive a glimpse of his forehead. His skin was still in its prime, and Allison learned to appreciate it while he had the chance. Despite what some might say, acne didn't go away with age! It could be a life-long issue if one didn't care for themselves properly.

When the male had finished, he walked himself to the kitchen quickly to allow himself a couple gulps of water. Staying hydrated was one of the most simple, yet one of the most effective ways, to stimulate the body's internal systems. He chuckled to himself with all of the thoughts coming in his head. It seemed that even out of his presence of his grandfather he was still carrying away all of his lessons with him. He was another male who was taking care of himself even beyond the retirement age--in that sense, Allison saw him as a role model. He doubted that he would have been able to feel better about himself if he hadn't allowed himself any opportunities to see him.

His eyes glanced at the clock hung on the wall. Though he had plenty of time before the Harvest Festival would begin, and Allison wasn't going to set up a stand for the fire department, he still wanted to be there for them. Even if the male wasn't actively a part of the festival, he still felt as if his quiet presence over everyone might have been desired. He had a lot more friends than even he could keep track of sometimes, and he needed to see a lot of them again soon. Sometimes the male kept to himself for too long. With that in mind he walked back up the stairs to grab a different pairs of socks and shoes [again, nothing too fancy]. He climbed down the stairs again, grabbing a black jacket hanging from the coatrack and his house keys before he closed the door behind him. He tugged on the door once, and to his relief the house was locked. The male was always precocious of things like that; he knew that hardly anyone in the town would steal anything, but he also didn't know a lot of the residents THAT well. Who was to say that they didn't have other plans in mind? But he was a firefighter--he liked to think that he knew a lot fo the residents decently.

He placed his hands in his pockets, his eyes staring at the sky above him as he made his way to the festival. However, he stopped his path when he noticed a person in front of him. He wasn't afraid of them, but rather he was curious about where the girl was running to. She didn't seem to be in any rush, so Allison surmised that she was simply hyper for the meanwhile. The pink-haired child was definitely no stranger to him--he met her at the Music Festival and just like last time, she didn't seem to have anyone around her. Though the town was a good one, he couldn't help but still feel concern for her safety.

He walked up to the girl, giving her a small smile as she continued to run around. He remained standing with his hands in his pockets as he spoke: "What might the Elven Queen be planning this time?"

Of course, he wasn't quite sure if she still wanted to be called "The Elven Queen". It had been days ago and he knew some kids don't really have that memory span. He'd probably find that out soon, and he wasn't going to say anything else unless he felt that need to.


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tab tab tab tab tab ✭ Setting: [Ruby District: Wandering About] tab tab tab ✭ Company: [Kat the Elven Queen] tab tab tab ✭ Mood: [Curious] tab tab tab ✭ OOC: [ . . . ]


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