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 Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 3:01 pm
Horrible poetry filled the room as Miles bore a hole into the poet's head, imagining putting an arrow into his quiver and letting it fly to end the horrible time he was having. His classmate had dragged him out to the poetry slam because he was really into a lot of things that Miles admitted to enjoying.
So much for the two of us having similar tastes, he thought with an annoyed sneer on his face as he watched the other boy leave him to be closer to the angry blonde chick. In a carnal way, he enjoyed the sight but the tattoos and piercings didn't really do anything for him. He would have gotten up to leave already if it hadn't been for his fellow student being his ride. Damn his lack of transportation!
With a sense of total boredom, he let his eyes roam about the crowd and take in the others. So far, he hadn't come across anyone of interest - they all seemed as into the girl or poetry and he felt like he was alone in misery.
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 3:21 pm
Chisato had to get away from her sister. Mayaumi was driving her completely batshit crazy what with this valentine's day bull she was trying to get help on. Chisato really didn't feel like helping her sister plan anything, let alone anything romantic for her husband.
'He's your husband. do it yourself.' She'd stormed off after that. Not hat it had stopped Maya from following her and trying to get her to change her mind. So she slipped in the nearest place that she knew Maya wouldn't ever set foot in. A low class... poetry slam? Chisato groaned and thought about leaving, but no, she had to stay here till Maya gave up looking for her.
She couldn't help but cringe as she caught some of the words from the so called poet, talking about the thorns of love cutting deeply into her ashen black heart. She folded her arms and looked around. For whatever god forsaken reason, the place was pretty packed. She'd have to sit at a table with someone...
Her eyes fell on a redhead. She didn't know who he was, but he seemed just as irritated at being there as she did. And unlike most of the other males sitting by themselves, he wasn't in his thirties or balding. She strode up to the table, and not looking at him, asked "This seat taken?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 3:36 pm
He'd just been thinking of walking home when the blue haired chick asked if she could sit with him. Casting an appraising eye over her, he nodded his head and said, "Go for it."
He took a slow sip of his cappuccino and turned his back on the poet, hoping that it would somehow block out the utter trash she was spewing. Nope, didn't seem to help. Maybe if he went against his better judgment and talked to the girl? It might distract him enough to make the time he was there bearable.
Lifting a firey red brow, he asked in his usual drawling voice, "Sucks, doesn't she?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 3:44 pm
She took care to smooth her short black skirt as she seated herself. One arm resting on the table, she leaned over slightly. The white sweater she wore sliding off her shoulder, showing a purple bra strap. She looked relatively bored being there and would have preferred to be beating her head against a tree, but...
She turned her eyes to the boy as he spoke to her. She gave him a quick glance over, sort of appraising him. Up close, he was probably the best pick of who to sit with. Perhaps this evening wouldn't be completely droll.
"From the standards of a grade school therapist trying to get her to talk about her feelings, she might be passed as 'decent.' However for someone her age? She should be sent to remedial English." The would be poet droned on, and the beat she was trying to lay out for her poem changed every three or four lines, making Chisato cringe. This poor excuse for a poet was killing what could have been a beautiful art form.
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 3:54 pm
He smiled when he heard she was educated. Miles wanted to know more about her but he wasn't exactly a Chatty Cathy. "At least she's not one of those kids who act like the world is so horrible that they have to take out pain on themselves." He hated overly emotional poetry. "Anyways, my name's Miles, and you are?"
Now she was going on about something like her soul was black and now it was red and love could heal all wounds if they were strong enough to fight for it. Fight against the man, or some s**t. "God, I think after this I'm going to go home and bleach my brain to get rid of this crap."
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 4:03 pm
"A belt sander might be better for removing the unwanted memories permanently." Her lips curved into a smile. "I'm Chisato." He seemed cultured enough to at least appreciate her humor, so she extended her hand to him in greeting.
"I can't help but wonder why it is you're here if you find her... craft so distasteful." It was curious. Most of the people would leave if not entertained. Chisato had no intention of staying too long, and actually thought it would be amusing to storm out. If she could do so with someone, and draw attention away from the would be poet, well that would just be delightful.
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 4:13 pm
"We could always get a lobotomy. Afterwards we wouldn't have to worry about anything at all." He said, taking her hand and shaking it firm enough to show he wasn't someone to take lightly but it wasn't firm enough to cause pain or discomfort.
"I took the advice of that idiot up there." He pointed at the male all but at her feet with a look of absolute devotion to the poet. "Thomas said that she was good and I was stupid enough to take him on his word. We have similar tastes in musicians, art and entertainment."
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 4:23 pm
"I think perhaps your friend is interested in this for the wrong reason." she said, following his finger to the other young man. Boys... she found herself thinking bitterly. With a light sigh, she rested her chin on her hand, and focused her gaze on Miles once more.
"Maybe she's good, but not in anything one can preform outside a strip club."
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 4:29 pm
"She does have a certain je ne sais quoi about her. If she wasn't so tacky, I might find her attractive myself." Miles shrugged and stood suddenly, after hearing a particularly lurid and nasty line from the poet. "I can't stand anymore of this bull s**t, care to join me in going someplace with more taste?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 4:36 pm
Chisato's mind derailed when she caught some of the words the woman was saying now. "Ugh..." Chisato pinched the bridge of her nose before standing up quickly, letting her chair slide noisily on the floor.
"I've had it." She said before taking Miles's hand. "We're leaving." It was loud enough to make people look at them, and the poet stumbled, messing up part of her poem and a few people chuckled at her. There was a slight feeling of satisfaction at that.
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 5:00 pm
Miles was just a little bit old fashioned so as he stood and walked to the door, which he held open with an air of indignity. "I can't believe that people actually enjoy this s**t." He said in no attempt to whisper. A few people seemed to like the show that they were giving and clapped. He shot those people a look of approval.
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 6:26 pm
When he opened the door for her, she smirked slightly. It wasn't often that a man in this day and age had manners. As soon as they were outside, Chisato smirked at him. "That might have been more satisfying than it should have been." she said idly, stretching. She tried to pull the sweater up over her shoulder again, but it insisted on slipping off, reveling her shoulder again. She shrugged and decided to ignore it.
"I don't see you at school. You must go to Valley high."
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 2:01 pm
"Well, if she hadn't deserved it with that atrocious last line I wouldn't have caused as big of a scene." He tossed his head to get his hair out of his eyes. "Really, what was that woman been thinking? That was absolutely appalling and I wouldn't listen to it a moment longer."
Miles eyes weren't able to keep off the bra strap now that they were in a considerably lighter area. God, what a sight was that purple bra. If he wasn't someone of high moral fiber, he'd be trying to scope out the view but he actually enjoyed this female and didn't want to screw up what was promising to be a much better night.
When she asked about his school, he nodded. "Yeah, not really one to stir up trouble usually. You go to Applereach? I have to say that surprises me a little. From what I've heard, that school is for uneducated vagabonds and you seem far from either of those descriptions."
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2011 4:08 am
"Quite right." She agreed. "While the vast majority of the school is populated by those with the IQ of a stock of corn, I chose to go there." A playful smirk pulled at her lips. "My father about disowned me for it." She took a moment to inspect her nails, as if something from the dark room they were fast leaving behind could have gotten stuck to her. "It took persuading and perhaps a few low-blow threats, but he saw things my way and agreed that I should go to Apple." She lowered her hands and looked at him again.
"I don't think what we did would be called 'stirring up trouble' though. It was more of a... much needed intermission. Those poor people had to sit through that dreadful woman's verse. They needed a respite, wouldn't you agree, Miles?" She let his name roll off her tongue with just a hint of playful lilt.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 2:11 pm
Miles smirked at her for that particular line. She seemed genuinely entertaining, much more so than he would have thought a girl that went to Applereach would be. To him, a girl from Applereach might have been good for bedding, but little else. Her father really did seem justified in his argument with his daughter over the subject.
His smirk turned a few shades toward mischievous as he nodded before saying, "Oh yes, I quite agree. I do suspect I won't be welcomed to that place again, but it seems like no great loss."
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