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Shinobu 'Mae' Momonoke
しのぶ 'メイ' 桃いいえ集
["A ratio of failures is built into the process of writing. The wastebasket has evolved for a reason."]
- - - {Margret Atwood}
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✖ »»» { • } That's my seat ;;
When some thing's peculiar, abnormal, , or atypical, there's a person who always is there to overhear it. When there's trauma, anxiety, or an emphasis, there's always a person to comfort them and inquire. This darling will never tell the enigmas, but will extend the hush-hush wilth writing! I'm the lovable JOURNALIST
✖ »»» { • } Know me as ;;
MOMO-CHAN;;桃ちゃん : Shinobu's the one who had made up this annoying nickname from when she was five years old. She had asked about why her last name was Momonoke to her father. Her father explained how he took my mother's maiden name, but that's not what I had meant. I was wondering why Momo was placed as the first few syllables. Asking about it so much made her dad call her that, even though he knows it is annoying to her. Even her friends call her Momo-chan. It sounds too childish to her!
MAY-TAN;;前黄褐色 : For having a love for the season, spring and her middle name sounding like May, her mother gave her this nickname. She always bragged about me to her friends about how beautiful and gorgeous she was. She always thought Shinobu was a spring child even though she was born in the middle of dead winter. She's originally called May-tan by her father since her mother passed away.
GLOSSY;; 光沢のある : Glossy is her pen name as a journalist. It is a mixture of the words, gossip and bossy. When writing for the papers, she wants her articles perfect and astonishing. That's when she's demanding and wants information immediately. She never angers the one giving the information on the articles; She's always persuasive with them. When she has useless information, she changes the story into a marvelous one and publish it in the next daily newspaper, which is music to her ears.
✖ »»» { • } Blow out the candles ;;
December/19/1992; in the middle of dead winter, in which her body may go into the blazing fire/15 years of age
✖ »»» { • } Unzip the pants ;;
Walking to the paper-filled desk, {she} sighs with content and shoves the MEMORIES away again and again...
✖ »»» { • } My heart is pounding in my ears ;;
Stuck between the two creatures of love, hatred, suffering. For I no longer can decide for the peace, war or the role as a mother. In other words if you're not the thinking type, she's one of the few who can not decide her fate. She's mostly heterosexual, but is walking in the middle of that forked road or in other words wants to be homosexual as well.
✖ »»» { • } Full of class ;;
The 2nd year of out of 4 years, the "talkative" sophomore.
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✖ »»» { • } Check me out from head to toe ;;
Almost a skeletal corpse, Shinobu covers her body with clothing to hide her paleness and skinniness. Her stick structure does have a few curves here and there and goes into a straight line from there. She is only attractive from her out going personality and her body structure is somewhat ignored. Some people believe she’s anorexic or bulimic which is not true. Later in high school, her body begins to change, for she was still in the process of puberty. Little round spheres form on her chest and is shaped out more like shaping clay to add another cup to a collection. She had grown a little taller as well. She is five feet and three inches, which she thinks that is too short for her age.
✖ »»» { • } Comb the strands ;;
Long, silky hair poured down my spine, tickling it ever so lightly. The long violet hair swings down to her ankles, brushing them gently. She has a slight curl at for the ending of the curtain and strands of hair covering her forehead and her curved lined eyebrows. She can run the silk through her small, skeletal hands and not have a strand of dust from the mothballs or bacteria. The long cloth is smooth, soft and clean, scented with a hint of water lily and mint perfume, attracting the sewing community by the second. I brush the little curtain against my forehead and begin the last process of styling my violet hair. I tie the cloth's ends into two bushy, tails and twist them into a ball, connecting them to all together, giving a dramatic look of me. Little buns rolled on each side like glazed honey buns, pinned with fake cat charms just to be the weirdest chick of all. This long, silky, violet hair of mine is definitely real and not out of some little corner store with a self of bottled dyes for people who can’t appreciate their own hair.
✖ »»» { • } What I see ;;
Butterflies brushing against my reluctant cheeks, filled with a rosy color. The buds to the lavender flowers open slowly, but with haste in an abnormal way. The eyes flutter for a moment, looking around its surroundings carefully and productively. They glisten in the piercing light and squint from the heat to them. Those butterflies cover those flowers yet again. The lavender flowers were moist and fluid as they open up yet again. They show the suspense and havoc that they yearn for dearly. These eyes have seen many unlikely and unfathomable things that bring hatred, sadness, and suffering into her eyes. As she closes them yet again, she sighs in despair and hands the book into the newspaper as a sign of rebellion. Sympathy controls the company and shows her the kindness she doesn’t deserve. She can manipulate with her lavender eyes, for born with these can bring many eyes crouching towards hers.
✖ »»» { • } Yummy eye candy ;;
 OVERALL CHECKUP TO DOCTOR;;全体の診断を医師 : The Facade of the Delectable, Charming, Nosy, Journalist:
Diary 1;日記1
Painted as a child, gifted girl, or annoying beast? The beautiful statue moves with pride elegance and grace. No clumsiness, slipping or silliness of the sort. Her crystal lips are pierced with a metallic grin. Her perfect teeth glisten by the little gleams of light upon them. The fire in her eyes burn with the mixture of red and blue: purple. The lavender eyes burned fiercely as she stares at the shop upon her. Throwing her skeletal arm forward, she runs fiercely towards the distance beyond her, her lilac hair blowing behind her wildly.
Her milky, soft skin caresses along her emaciated skeleton body. Her epidermis glistens, glossy, smooth to the touch and clear of the little specs of hair that use to trickle down her fragile paleness. No longer providing the heat from the hair, she is often very off white and pale. This seems not to matter to the people around her, for they only view her as a small beautiful goddess.
Small, petite and short is the words that describe her shape in her body. Mostly people at the Cherry bean Cafe are jealous of Shinobu's small fragile body, they may be filled with envy, greediness, or may be pride in which they say. The creatures of the seven deadly sins stare at her with innocent fakeness in their eyes. In her point of view she sees something completely different. She sees her ghost sheeted body moving with such innocence, an act to get her precious information.
Walking upon the stool, her calves the only fat on her almost expect for her arms and stomach, she hears only her dark lavender hair hitting against her open skeletal back. She's not your anorexic or bulimic person around the corner, just a girl who eats with no results within the stomach.
She opens her moist lips to tell everyone good morning and wins a Nobel Prize for her heartbreaking smile. They shimmer from the gloss upon them, having a hit of glitter to them. Syrupy and juicy at the first glance you take at them, your heart might fall out at the sound of her soothing voice. The small shaped lips smell of a raspberry gloss mixed with a hit of juicy strawberries that she had ate that morning. Sticky and fresh was what her lips were. Her lips are soft and smooth, as if she hadn’t had the stickiness of the red fruit.
For someone to push their lips against hers would be fascinating. They would feel the texture of the softness and faintness of the surface of her gentle lips.
Jealousy, consumed inside the devilish, unfathomable beings around her. Some have all of the seven deadly sins within them. It’s a pity they worry over such a small, simple creature like Shinobu herself. The long butterflies’ wings flutter lightly, an act of Shinobu rolling her eyes; the beings swoon and crave for her dazzling lavender eyes. They look as if they were glazed with a sugary coating and painted by THE ARTIST. Most of her lilac hair covers her eyes, as if they were a closing, ruffling curtain. The strands of locks smother with the scent of the creamy, juicy, delectable strawberries from the wintergreen patch.
The long, conservative curtain ends at her small, size 6 feet. They are curved and structured fragile-like, festooned with white socks that had girly lace at the end and tan shoes over them.
Her long fingers caress against her shoes to wipe them from dust or anything of the sort. They are long and lanky like her sinewy body. The wrinkles over the middle of her bony joint ruffle while above the tarnished pink nail of her finger. Ordering a cream pie, her small face lightens with absolute joy and the beings snicker in resentment.
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✖ »»» { • } Take me as I am ;;
THE INTRUSIVE & MEDDLING;;押し付けがましいとの干渉 :
Intrusive: {adj.}
~Intruding or tending to intrude. Very nosy, meddlesome or being inclined in something that you were not apart of before.
Diary 2;日記2
Her pointy shaped little nose stuck in between the crowd of people and twitches when hearing a sudden remark or shouting of something. The meddlesome creature soon gets more involved with the troubling story among the teens. Her bulging eyes glisten towards the excessive chattering while her hand jitters across the crispy pages furiously. Her writing was elegant, small but also sloppy from the speed she was writing in. As she finishes the third page she quickly turns it, not missing a word from the tremendous babbling. Shinobu is always listening around her, having the ears of a canine. As the chatter closes to a stop, Shinobu shuts her notebook loudly and open her wide, luscious lilac eyes from the darkness underneath the fluttering, thick eyelashes and protective, dark eyelids. She sighs with discontent wanting more of the juicy, delicious gossip to heard and absorbed in her talented little mind. She was listening to these two teenagers talk about the cute foreigner who had just transferred from the Untied States while listening to a couple talk about how their relationship wasn’t working out because of the article she had wrote last week. She doesn’t care want shape or form you are in; she only cares for the excessive gossip going around the world.
Deciding to press into the matter, she creeps over to the crowd like a preying snake. She keeps distance from anyone else that would tell or call her out like the princess would. Scuttling through the biotic creatures, she pounces onto her treasure appearing in the middle of the crowd, reviving the chatter. Her squeaky, high pitched voice continues to reel on and on, prying into the cliffhanger, changing it into an unbelievable secret. The crowd groans and sighs when noticing the white furry or dark and striped cats in her glazed honey buns to hold most of the curtain.
The only thing that keeps the aggravated crowd there is...
PERSUASIVE AND SEDUCTIVE;;説得力と魅力的な :
Persuasive:{adj.}
Having the power, or tending, to persuade; alluring or seductive.
Diary 3;日記3
Her hand crawls up your little spine while her face is an inch away from your flabbergasted, disfigured face. She giggles so lightly and calmly. How can a creature so small and annoying can be so eye-catching, astonishing and surprising. She whispers in your ear and grins widely, chuckling yet again. Her pupils glisten even behind her elongated, purple curtain. She asks the simple question again noticing you have frozen from her magnificent beauty. She smirks now and moves in closer, your face turning a shade of dark red.
Shinobu is a childish teenager, but can be seductive in some ways. Her shining lips move making you yet more dizzy and lightheaded. Her eyes were so kind and gentle, that you can’t take you worried eyes off of them. Her breathing so slow and fragile scented with the vanilla toothpaste. She lips her lips to arouse you even more and continues to stare at you with her gentle eyes. As times goes by this procedure gradually grows grating and infuriating. You give up, showing a sign of a ridiculous rebellion. Thinking of you as a weak and silly being, she lets go and walks away pulling out her little black notebook. She uses this talent to get her aspect and her new article.
It seems as if she’s another person when seductive or persuasive. Her child-like ways disappear, her wide, brilliant eyes grow dim, and her bony fingers trickle upon a being as if she were playing a musical instrument. Her whole façade changes within those few seconds of compassion, love, distress, and empathy. She’s not only gossip thirsty, but would love something to tease someone. She often does these to her friend, Misa Hatake, at school. People are controlled by her even when she’s not acting so gentle. The scent of her shampoo and soap, the glazing, pale skin, and her fancy structure is what arouses them. Her fingers cold to the touch, freezes them instantly. You never want her to fall back into the shadows and become the journalist yet again. You want to stay this way, older, more responsible, and significant. All in all, you know this can not happen, for it will never be true. The journalist can’t be abandoning her job for anything or anyone. She cannot love anyone intently like students in high school do. She must keep her status as a journalist perfect and keep it that way until… When can she stop acting like a child?
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SILENT & SELF PITINESS;;サイレント＆自己同情 :
Self pity:{n.}
~Pity for oneself; pity that is self-indulgent or exaggerated.
Diary 4;日記4
She purses her long, thin lips, not a word coming out of her mouth. Her humming, soothing voice has disappeared into the deep, dark obscurity of her heart. The glimmer in her eyes is no more but, smooth little boulders, dark as the darkness in hell. Her eyes are so bland that she is not the delectable apricot that she used to be. The hopeless journalist is now under depression and cannot control the actions upon her. Self pity has consumed her and her mind, her wasting time idling along.
Silence is the greatest thing out of her, but the worst too. The troubled stays to her and glares when people talk to her and walks away from the babbling which is frankly surprising. Her locks cover her disappointed face, her eyes full of clear drops of the salty tasted water. She feels sorry for herself and how could she still keep these notions that were in more in effect years ago. The self pity inside of her is like a little monster growing into the point of depression. She never shows her depressed ways when around the Cherry bean Café or in public, but when alone in her spacious room, she tends to get lonely and sorry for herself. She has felt this way even since her mother had died when she was three years old. Her mother’s death really crushed her little heart into pieces, and the many memories they had were not to be generated. Her father now comforts her as she continues her sadness. Within the years she has grown a lot better and learned to expect her mother could never come back, but then a new problem developed. She was now stuck between the choices of her sexual orientation.
The emotions of self pity had passed some years ago, but why is it coming back now?
SELFISH & FOOLISH;;利己的＆愚かな :
Selfish:{adj.}
~Too much concerned with one's own welfare or interests and having little or no concern for others; self-centered.
Diary 5;日記5
The cruel, devilish journalist wants everything she can get. The spark in her cute adorable eyes turns into a devious, mischievous look. Dimming from the shadows that cloud them, her eyes are mistaken for another’s. She never is the one to beg or whine, but is the one to run off and get her way. If she fails at accomplishing her goal, she is silent or mute for only a few days. Within those few days, she goes more pallid and her shining eyes no longer have that glimmer. Her foolish ways grow more imprudent and irrational. Her father and friends worried of where she might have gone or what’s wrong with her, she runs away to roam the town. Not caring of the dangers around her or the terrible incidents that can happen to a lonely girl like her. Foolish she is. Greed is consumed inside her timidly and spat out the emotions she shows now. You can call her spoiled. She would ask anything her father can give her and he’s quite a hard worker, the landlord helping him watch over Shinobu. She would get her anything she wanted to please her while Shinobu’s mother would teach her to survive without needless things.
Shinobu will do anything to get what she wants without stealing while being the thoughtless, diminutive, impish lass she is.
✖ »»» { • } Listen to my story ;;
THE STORY OF THE MOTHERLESS CHILD;; :
The Sad, Worthless, Miserable, Journalist.
Diary 6;日記6
Born in France and raised in Japan, Shinobu was born in December and suffered many deadly colds and sicknesses as a newborn. Her parents grew very worried of her and her mother was worried the most.
Mrs. Haruka Momonoke was the queen of daredevils. She was the most fearless and feared by many others. The reason why Shinobu was born in Paris, France was because Mrs. Momonoke was preparing for a big stunt, falling from the Eiffel Tower and landing safely on a soft surface below her. Before she reached the top of the tower, her contractions began and pools of water splattered onto the worried father, Erick Jones, now Mr. Momonoke. Erick is an American while Haruka was a Japanese woman, making Shinobu half Japanese and half American.
While born in France, she had terrible colds and fevers as a baby. Her mother was the most terrified of all. Taking care of the helpless child, she had given up being Queen of daredevils and lived her live as a mother and housewife. They all went back to Japan once Shinobu was healed enough to go there which was when she was 2 years old. It was hard living in France for 2 years, especially when both of the parents are foreigners to that country. Haruka did not plan the trip for long and grew exhausted with the many problems they had had at France.
Back at Tokyo, Japan, Haruka grew very sick, not able to take care of Shinobu for a few days. Soon it turned into not able to take care of her anymore. She had died of exhaustion and stress, having it for a few years. Erick was devastated at his wife’s death. He isn’t the way that his used to be and now more distance from bringing Haruka to a subject. After talking about her, he excuses himself from the area and goes to somewhere private to calm himself down or drink. He did not use to drink and it worries Shinobu dearly. Shinobu was affected greatly by the death as well, doing horrible in school and not eating well. This is she gets her paleness and lankiness from.
After a few years of grieving from Haruka’s horrible death, soon came the time that our big nosy journalist was born.
There was an article in the newspaper about a writing contest for Mother’s Day. Shinobu decide to join the contest, writing a four page essay about it, front to back. The judges loved it dearly, astonished by her jokes, description, and talent. They had recommended her for writing for a company, but she gladly declined the offer, for she wasn’t ready to be a writer at the age of twelve.
The twelve-year old found more offers like the one before and decided to give photojournalism a try in middle school. That’s when she met Misa Hatake, her first best friend of all her life. She was gorgeous and beautiful, Shinobu a little jealous of her. Misa is very clumsy and gullible though very strong when she’s angry. The admiring teen was astonishing and soon had an article written about her by Shinobu. Misa was embarrassed and mortified about the article, but did nothing to stop it, for she did not want to be ruin at all. Shinobu was fairly new and became popular within a few days in middle school. She had come out of her shell finally and became the journalist she is today. She continues to feel this happy, but something different consuming her. What can this be?
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✖ »»» { • } I will have to check my schedule ;;
DRAWING THE FUTURE;;図面の将来 :
 Drawing pictures during the middle of the night
WRITING WHAT NEEDS TO BE HEARD;;耳にどのような書き込みする必要があります :
Writing for her future carrer as a journalist
PULLING OUT THOSE '90's GAMES THAT WERE FORGOTTEN;;'90から抜け出しているのを忘れていたゲーム :
Playing RPG video games.
WHERE I GET THOSE UNTHINKABLE IDEAS;;ここでそれらの思いも寄らぬいいアイデア :
Reading long romance novels.
✖ »»» { • } Give me more, more, more ;;
__Gossip, it's like having presents for Christmas!
__Weird people, more interesting articles!
__Long, frailly dresses.
__Acting.
__Sweets.
__Video games.
__Big juicy novels.
__J-pop/rock music.
__Gel pens.
__Her beloved father, Mr. Momonoke.
✖ »»» { • } Are you kidding me ;;
__Rules, there's no real fun with them.
__No gossip.
__Being too revealing.
__No sweets.
__Mean people.
__People who don't deserve what they have.
__Being alone or ignored.
__Loud noises.
__Things out if order or unorganized.
__Pink
✖ »»» { • } Strangers whose faces I know ;;
THE ARTIST;;アーティスト :"He strokes and moves his utensil left to right while I gaze at him. My lavender eyes shine deeply as I stare at him... And wait for the moment to write which of the workers he likes."
The thing is, he's homosexual like Shinobu is ,but seems to prefer males more then woman. This catches Shinobu's interest quickly, watching almost his every move. She's almost like THE AMDIRER] when she's with him. Even though he is an older male, Shinobu is not afraid to ask him the terrible secretive questions.
THE PLAYBOY;;のプレイボーイ : Her heart bubbles with sensation when she sees the two there siting alone and quiet. Talking of the nonsense she does not wish to hear. She knows what his trying to do and THE SWEETBAKER's waiting for those gentle soft words of compassion. Those soft silk lips to touch upon hers and watch the time sprinkle away into the future. As she writes all of these thoughts and actions, she begins to wonder why he would talk to her in front of a journalist yearning for gossip. She imagines the two are very close friends and when she sees THE CRIMINAL near his darling baker, he fumes with anger and antagonism. She giggles as she writes more and more of this romantic drama scene.
THE OUTSIDER;;アウトサイダー :As he works in the hot steamed kitchen, he wipes his sweaty forehead while she blushes staring at his tall, sinewy body or that's what she thinks. The American male amuses her more then her outrageous writing. She loves to see someone different, something new and this is it. He's quite a nice man and well built to her. She often watches him from a distance and stares at him in awe.
THE PRINCESS;;プリンセス :What a sob! Walking by her every day in the school hallways, same place and time is more aggravating to her then anything else at the school! The distraught Shinobu disregards the princess bull crap and such to get through the long exotic school year. The plan ruined by the princess excessive comments about Shinobu, she decides to write an article about her, but first she must be her friend? How will the talented journalist sneak into the princess secrets?
✖ »»» { • } Skeletons in my closet ;;
__She’s secretly scared of water; bathes and showers are exceptional
__She always wears shorts under her skirts to not show any of her laced panties.
__She loves the outsider, but her staring at the princess with gleaming eyes.
__Caught between the two she pretends to hate the princess and looks at the outsider from a distance.
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✖ »»» { • } Melody of mine ;;
Kiss me Goodbye{キスミーグッバイ}---Angela Aki
✖ »»» { • } Paint the canvas ;;
 #BA55D3 for the original text
#C71585 for talking
✖ »»» { • } Pulling all the strings ;;
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