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 Posted: Thu Jul 30, 2009 11:17 pm
Ashton was having issues keeping his breathing even. It kept coming out in fast bursts until he tried to even it out then he stopped all together. His side hurt from where he was kicked earlier and he had a headache from not eating anything since yesterday. He was so angry right now.
His sun glasses were smashed a few blocks back where his violin finally splintered into that guys ******** face. Four taken care of, three more to go before he finally could go home. His cousin said that there might be a few of them. Next time they were on the same continent Ashton is going to break his knees. Maybe with his new brass flute. Yeah. That would be stimulating.
Instead of fantasizing about breaking bones of the people that annoy him Ashton reached into his pocket for his cell phone. But when his hand came up empty he remembered with a twitch of his eyebrow what had happened to his only phone.
There were seventeen voicemails and over fifty text messages on his phone before it was smashed earlier in the afternoon when the teen was thrown down that flight of stairs. Finnegan was going to skin him alive when he finally dragged his sorry a** back to the apartment. But the rumors and escalating violence will save him from the Disappointing face that the Irishman makes when Ashton starts fights.
He was picking his way across the rails of the Yamanote line when Ashton noticed that there was a huge group of people starting to gather. He paused for a bit and then realized that they all must be here to see if that strange rumor was true.
Ashton didn't want to look at anyone. He only wanted to see Finnegan, because the Englishman wouldn't accept anyone else as his soul mate...
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 8:38 pm
Jim quite honestly was used to strange Japanese kids saying strange things in English. This one was not much different than the ones he'd shared his alleys with, really. Probably on meth, from the looks of him and his nervous tics. Shaking his head in disaffected amusement, he turned away from the kid as soon as he left his makeshift podium and focused his attention back on the tall ginger girl standing at the edge of the crowd.
Oh, but it had been far too long since he'd seen a girl that interesting. To be fair, the Japanese were quirky and pretty enough, but after having gotten to know girls like Spot and Midge, Jim had become far too uncomfortable with how poorly he was able to determine their ages. So, in the interest of self preservation and an intense desire to stay away from girls under 18, he'd limited himself to those whom he felt a little more sure of their age. This pool was rather limited, and Jim had not quite realized how stifled he had been since coming to these shores until he was reminded of exactly what he was missing out on.
Considering her pale and still features, he fought back a smile. Everyone here was here about a soulmate, right? Jim still wasn't sure if he believed in that schtick, but that meth-head had been on about bonding for a night, right? Jim most definitely believed in bonding for a night.
Brushing a hand back through his short blond hair, Jim stuck his hands in the pockets of his corduroy jacket and sauntered over to her slowly and deliberately.
"Foun' your 'soulmate' yet, darlin'? 'M'pretty sho I jes' foun' mine."
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Posted: Wed Aug 05, 2009 9:55 pm
[This is the combination of Toxiin and Shiri's characters meeting] Ashton paused as he heard the megaphone go off. Throughout the speech he listened with half an ear until the mention of the bonding. What was this kid smoking? At the thought of being bound to anyone for even a short period of time made his stomach roll and his teeth grind. But by the end he felt this pull, this urge, to look around to see who he could be bonded to.
His curiosity brought his eyes to this one bored looking girl with straight black hair. Her eyes were a beautiful green and he couldn’t resist the thought of thinking that she was the one. It seemed that for this moment, this space in time this girl and he would be forced through this trial.
As Ashton made his way over to the girl he quickly made sure that he didn’t have any ungodly stains or wrinkles on his shirt. Really this seemed so unreal. Going up to a girl and talking to her? The last time he did that he got slapped in the face. Well, the time before last, the last time he brought a girl back to his apartment and then got a new neighbor out of it.
He wondered over to the girl and glanced where the red headed kid had run away and then turned and straightened his shoulders.
“My name is Ashton.” He stuck out his hand, which was polite right? “What is yours?”
Now didn’t seem like the time to talk about what brought them both to this spot. He would work with this girl to make sure they both made it out alive. He wasn’t going to abandon this girl to die. His blood and genes wouldn’t let him, even if Finnegan was waiting for him to come back home.---------- Rhiannon couldn't help it - she was skeptical. Who was that kid that'd been on the truck just seconds before? If this was where you were supposed to meet your soul mate, and she still didn't believe it was, you'd think there'd be a grander announcement, not some life-threatening declaration issued by some trembling youngster. She was still staring in the direction of the truck, a vague frown of disbelief on her face, when she felt a mild... urge.. to look to her right.
She found herself staring at a blond-haired boy as he made his way seemingly directly towards her. A funny feeling started in her stomach as she looked at him - the fluttery sort that she generally associated with chemical attraction. What the heck? She had to admit, the boy was good-looking, with the dress style and build that she usually enjoyed. But... The trembling boy's words played back in her mind. Bond with another through a bond of soul? Did that mean that whatever she was feeling now was forced?
"My name is Ashton, what is yours?"
The words forced her abruptly back to reality. With the question still in her mind, her first reaction was wariness as she eyed the hand that the other was offering. But manners ingrained from birth were hard to fight, and Rhiannon found herself shaking hands with the stranger before she realized what she was doing.
"I'm Rhiannon. Ah..." Rhia paused, and whatever she'd been about to say lodged in her throat and was lost as she glanced down at their joined hands. What was this feeling? It was almost as if something in her recognized Ashton. Or rather, the equivalent "something" that was in him. And suddenly, she couldn't quite muster up the disbelief she had just seconds before. This felt a little too real...
Biting her lip, she tilted her head and regarded Ashton with inquiring eyes. The green in them were almost entirely dominated by the gold flecks that seemed to reflect the light as she spoke again. "Did you feel that?"---------- Ashton didn’t know what he was expecting when he stuck his hand out to the girl, but it certainly wasn’t this wave of familiarity and rightness. Not the rightness of a soul mate, or even a temporary connection. This was like finally meeting a dear friend again or gaining a true comrade after searching forever.
He swallowed at the feeling and didn’t want to let go of her (Rhiannon’s) hand. But it wouldn’t be polite to hold onto it and with all the feeling from this strange bond there was also this-this inferiorness that made him want to avert his eyes. Not just because she is a lady and he needs to be a gentleman but because she was something more.
“That this might not be this soul bond thing?” He couldn’t even talk right. His nose was flaring and he wanted to bow or do something retarded like that. But that wouldn’t help at all, so he looked her in the eyes and forgot to notice the gold in her eyes because he felt like his were doing the same thing.
He looked around and noticed that other people were starting to meet up and then looked back at Rhiannon.
“What do you think we are going to have to do?” It seemed like there wasn’t much left to say. There wasn’t a need to agree to be together, the handshake cemented that. What kind of small talk do you make in a time like this? Ashton kinda blinked a bit in thought, crap, he is totally bad at small talk.---------- She hadn't wanted Ashton to let go of her hand. The thought whispered softly through her head before she ruthlessly suppressed it. Giving her head a quick shake in an attempt to fight off this strange feeling of.. belonging, Rhiannon looked around, trying to see what others were doing.
It seemed that there were some other pairs that were also bonding, but she couldn't help but feel that theirs was somehow different and special. Against her will, she felt such a kinship and acceptance towards Ashton that seemed to put her at peace, forcing her to open the defensive shields she had placed around her core and allow him into the space in her heart where things mattered.
"Yeah... I hate to even be considering that any of this is real, but theoretically, a bond wouldn't ..." Her voice trailed off, and she shrugged, suddenly uncomfortable. How could she explain that she felt the tug of the bond, and something else? Something that came from deep inside and wasn't forced? It sounded so... cheesy.
She considered the other pairs in the area for a few moments in silence before turning back to Ashton. Rhia was a bit uncomfortable with this new found friendship they seemed to share, and avoided the other's eyes as she responded. "I don't know what they expect, but frankly, considering they have enough power to force people to be attracted to eachother, I don't think anything they can come up with will be particularly easy."
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 6:21 am
Peprika watched the boy. Something simply didn't seem right. Of course, maybe it was Karma for her coming here. But when you think about it, most people would have a more confident speaker, but this just had that kind of feeling... It wasn't right. She started getting those feelings when the shadow monsters and other things all started. It was like she was an animal, and she developed that sixth sense that something was coming.
The idea of bonding caused Peprika to blush. For some reason the only thing she could think of... Well it was rather intimate. She surely would not do such a thing, especially with a stranger! but that is aside from the point... Something was up, bonding, Wait... Did he say vortex? Could this be the mirror world?
But her thinking was cut short when someone had approached her. Her blue eyes glanced to the side before she turned her head. Why was he talking to her? He was blond... Hm, and obviously not Asian. She felt a bit nervous, suddenly being under his attention. How old was he? He seemed like he was older then even her. She had completely forgotten what the boy had said...
He gave her a line... Really? "Foun' your 'soulmate' yet, darlin'? 'M'pretty sho I jes' foun' mine." She blushed a little and averted her eyes for a moment. Soul mates based on looks. The idea was absurd, she should have just walked away but she couldn't.
"Ah... No I haven't..." Her voice was soft from her nervousness. She moved her right hand to hold her left arm at the elbow. "I don't really know what all of this is, bonding... I'm not to sure if I'd be good at it." She smiled weakly. She let her eyes look around to the others... They were all seemingly starting to pair off, and talk...
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 9:50 am
Jim beamed, his own blue eyes crinkling around the edges, his face as always a strange mix of boyish impishness and the weathering of fourteen or so years of hard living.
"Good at it? Ain't somethin' y'gotta be good at. Y'jes' keep yer eyes an' yer heart open an' see wha' happens. 'Less o'course y'see someone else...?" he finishes graciously, seeing the way her eyes dart around the rest of the crowd. If the girl had eyes for someone else, Jim wasn't one to force anything. In fact, it was more his style to let people come to him, so he must really have been feeling the drag to approach this girl first. Either that, or maybe there was something more compelling than just his general nature at work here.
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 10:01 am
Did Peprika see someone else? No. It was strange, normally she felt that she would have looks for someone herself, but... This seemed okay. She didn't feel like she had to run from him.
"No no, I'm quite happy right here." Peprika tried so very hard to reason, and rational things into logic. But she had to live with her instinct for such a long time that she had to follow the stronger feeling. Right now that was her gut feeling telling her this is where she was suppose to be.
"Though I do have to say I kind of regret getting out of my warm bed for this..." She shook her head. This could turn very bad, and if that's the way it would go... Then she would really regret it more when the ordeal was over. Though... If this bonding thing was real, maybe she would make a good friend out of it. "You know, girlish ideas of finding soul mates." She laughed a little bit.
"My name is Peprika."
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 11:41 am
Jim laughed quietly before squinting up at the bright moon, his ragged sneaker kicking a piece of gravel off skittering across the metal tracks with a dull clang.
"S'an adventure, yeah? A warm bed c'n be a lotta good thangs, bu' ain't no adventure like one tha' starts unda a broad sky wit' someone at yo' side, Peps."
Looking back down at her, he winked and stuck out his hand in a way that invited a longer grasp than a handshake would require.
"S'Jim. Jim Maloney."
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 11:56 am
Peps... The corner of her lip twitched. She got made fun of when she was younger, and the nicknames didn't help. Peppy, Pepper... She raised her hand into her hair, and she pushed the red locks from her face, before she took her right hand, and placed it into his. It was oddly warm.
"Here here, to adventures Jim." She smiled some. Knowing she had someone with her, this didn't seem as scary... Though was he really with her when things got bad? Or should she say if.
"I was never very good at making friends, I usually only made acquaintances since i never stuck around in one place for to long... But I don't think for hat we might be getting ourselves into that'll be enough." He idea was for them to do what people take weeks to do, become good friends in a matter of minutes.
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 1:22 pm
Squeezing her hand slightly, Jim shivered. Maybe Peps was right about that warm bed...the sense of excitement and curiosity that had accompanied him up to Yamanote was fading fast, and all he really wanted to do was get a hot sandwich and talk to this girl over coffee until the sun came up over Shibuya's powerlines.
Shaking his head slightly, he smiled in bemusement. He clearly hadn't had enough sleep as of late. If he were his usual self, they'd already be on their way back to his place or hers. However, he couldn't shake the feeling that all of the buzz and life had been sucked out of the area with the arrival and abrupt departure of the Japanese kid, leaving them all trapped out in the cold open with none but each other as bastions against the dark. He unconsciously moved closer to her, his eyes focused in the shadows, his toes curling uncomfortably in his shoes.
"I ain't neva stayed in one place long eitha. I c'n coun' on my eyes th'numba o'friends I think I eva had, so I alwuz welcome anotha. I like bein' able t'coun' on m'nose s'well." He wrenched his eyes from the dark distance for a moment to meet hers and chuckled weakly. "If some ragin' methed ou' axe murderuh comes swingin' at us outta th'dark, I got yo' back. You too pretty t'die, darlin'." And as he said it, he knew he spoke the truth, because he never lied, and because despite having known her for all of a minute or two, simply the thought of something happening to the redheaded girl was so unmentionably horrible that he fought down the urge to vomit.
Yep, he definitely needed more sleep.
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 10:22 pm
Had Adda been at the wrong moment at the wrong time? Possibly. As she was wandering through the large groups of folk, mainly female besides the random guy here or there hoping to the draw the attention of a lone female who had no company, Adda had gotten into an accident. She certainly stuck out like a broken thumb, so following the crowd was all she really did.
Sighing due to her sudden dose of sheep syndrome, Adda crinkled her nose. "It sucks being all alone." she thought to herself, quite annoyed she had no company. Slipping her hand into crease of her messenger bag, Adda clutched the device owned by ninety-eight percent of the teenage population, a cell phone. She flicked it open and tapped a couple of buttons, the screen reflecting off of her glasses and blurring her eyes greatly. As she scoured through her contact list, Rost's name appeared upon the screen.
"Maybe I should call him?" she questioned to herself, the eager want to talk to someone drilling at her insides. Since it was midnight, he was probably our drinking, working on another pocket watch, or sleeping. She knew if she were to call him, she'd get yelled for a good long time but be able to pull a conversation out of him. As her finger moved to poke at the call button, the voice of a red headed male caught her attention. As he spoke his message, Adda drew her gaze away from the cell phone and towards the voice. But as soon as her attention was fully pulled away from her communication device, a rowdy person bumped into the poor girl and caused her to drop both her cell phone and glasses. As they both subsided due to gravity towards the ground with a small clatter, Adda frantically flailed as the world around her went blurry. In doing so, she bumped into someone and seemed to fall with them towards the floor.
Even though she wanted her glasses and phone, apologizing was mandatory. Bowing in a Japanese-esque sort of fashion, Adda mumbled loudly apologies in both foreign and common languages, hoping to not get in trouble with the person she tripped over.
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 11:34 pm
[we've gone and done the same thing as tox and shiri. This is hostel and tempest. <3]
She had arrived to find a group of people standing around, it almost seemed pointless, a waste of time, but Christiana was not one to ignore destiny and fate. She stood with the others, taking in every face she could find. He had to be here, a soul mate will always find you, she thought to herself. Christiana was so caught up in her search for Raffeale that she didn’t notice the strange small man until he was speaking through the megaphone. Words like survive, ordeal, bonding and reality crumbling stuck out to her in and understandable way. She didn’t come here for such things, she was here for one thing and one thing only and even reality falling at her feet would stop that.
It was then that she saw him. As the strange man with his megaphone and his cryptic message left, leaving his audience to partner up, he was there. It was him, his hair was normal for a change, he was always changing, and his clothes weren’t the normal fanfare that he enjoyed, but it had to be him. As Christiana walked to the man she had convinced herself was Raffaele, she spied the cross gleaming from the moon up above. Raffaele convinced her not to give up God, of course he would come down wearing a sign of the faith he convinced her not to give up.
“Raffeale!” She called, breaking out into a light jog, joy radiating from her entire being. “Raffeale, è me Christiana! La vostra principessa!” She said remembering all their evening on the beach. When she finally came close enough to him she started to notice a few differences that made her doubt her initial observation. She couldn’t help but still feel drawn to this man. So Christiana kept getting closer, clutching her rosemary and sending a quick prayer to God. “Raffaele? È quello voi?”
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Dain, a little shaken from the foreboding speech, had slipped slightly further towards the crowd, eyes still fixed on where the boy had been standing. He wasn’t paying mind to the crowd, nor did he consider that any part of the announcement could have applied to him, though he couldn’t help wanting to move over for a closer look. He was just an outsider looking in after all, right? Jeeze, there’s a lot of people here. Have they really all come for this…this bonding thing? I wonder how many of them showed up by accident… Dain mused as he edged into the crowd trying to blend in.
However it seemed another in the crowd, a girl, had already spotted him and decided that he would be hers for the night. Dain recoiled as she moved towards him, not immediately realizing her misunderstanding, and asked an uncertain “Excuse me?” as she spoke in a language he didn’t recognize. He hadn’t intended to come here to bond, and honestly had felt like more of a spectator until now.
Until he really got a good look at her.
Generally speaking, Dain didn’t feel anything when he met new people. Not directly for them, anyway. He’d feel annoyance, sure, but because he didn’t want to have to talk to someone new. He’d feel frustration if he couldn’t leave, and he’d probably end up feeling nervous because he wasn’t sure what to say or do, but never an emotion for the other person. But this girl…it was a stunning and sudden emotion that punched him right in the gut. For a normal person maybe it wouldn’t have been so noticeable, but for him…
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Christiana’s face fell a bit at his lack of recognition, if he were really Raffaele, he would have understood her right? He would have seen her immediately and they would be together once again? They would have embraced they way they used to and talked about the time that they’ve missed. He wouldn’t have spoken English to her and recoiled from her presence. But nevertheless, Christiana felt the inexplicable pull towards him, which could only mean God’s will telling her that this was him. As the saying goes, God works in mysterious ways and she would simply have to play along.
“You are not Raffaele? You do not know me?” She said in heavily accented English.
Her English had improved since she had arrived in Japan, something she found a little funny considering it was Japan so her Japanese should have been improving, but no matter. She wouldn’t give up on God and Raffaele, even if they chose to try her faith, it would not work. She would triumph and they would be together.
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She’s mistaken me for someone she knew? Dain thought, feeling a little odd at the thought of resembling someone he’d never met. What were the odds of looking so similar, and managing to be in the same place at the same time as someone who’d recognize him? Or at least, think they recognize him by mistake.
“No,” He said, though it held no anxiousness or dullness like his voice usually did around strangers. “No, I’m Dain.” His own voice held the very lightest traces of an accent, though it was difficult to pick up on if you weren’t looking for it.
He couldn’t help but wonder if the friend he’d been mistaken for was alive or not. The way she reacted seemed to be too startled and overjoyed for someone to be simply meeting an old friend. Clearly, it’d been someone important too her. “I’m sorry, did I…look like someone else?” He asked, without any annoyance.
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It was only pure stubbornness that stopped Christiana from seeing the truth, that the person in front of her was not Raffaele and never would be. She would accept God’s trial and she would persevere. “Dain? Your name is Dain?” She asked slowly as she tried to understand things. “You are sure?” Her fingers ran across her rosary with practiced ease while she stared at him for a moment longer.
“You wear a cross upon your neck, you look like him, and I feel God pushing me towards you. How can you not be him?” Accusation and confusion laced her cold voice. She looked down to see that her fingers had worked their way through the entire rosary, caressing each stone with a silent quick prayer until they had reached the silver crucifix at the end.
She ran her thumb over it twice before turning back up to face her would be soul mate, if only he would remember. “You look so much like my Raffaele.” She said sadly.
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“No,” Dain uttered in apology, “I’m pretty certain I’m Dain.” He offered her a small smile as he spoke. It was more obvious that the person he’d been mistaken for was dead, now, and if this was who he was meant to be going with tonight, he didn’t want her feelings completely shattered right away. He felt, from what the boy earlier had said, it would be safe to try and make nice with the poor girl as soon as possible.
”poor girl”? Dain scolded himself a little, at the way he was feeling bad for this stranger. She’s just some girl who got her hopes up, don’t be so goddamn easy to get emotional.
“I…I guess it’s a sign?” He tried again, “I mean no disrespect by it, but…what’re the odds, huh? Must mean we’re together for this, er-” He paused, unsure of what to call the situation. “This thing.” He scolded himself internally again, this time for being so stupid and not paying close enough attention to the speech.
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Posted: Sat Aug 08, 2009 2:54 pm
 Desdemona continued to follow the windy streets and back alleys. Something was drawing her, something dark and sinister. She could feel it in the back of her mind. It was powerful, a power she envied, a power she wanted! Her pace hastened, having kept to the shadows her eyes adjusted to the low level of light, not unlike a cat's. Something was about to go down and she NEEDED to be there.
Suddenly Desdemona stopped in her tracks, it was the Yamanote line. Although she didn't get out much, she had heard the rumors on the internet... this was where you were suppose to find your soul mate. The place, although the moon was high and the clock had to say far past midnight, had many people there. Her temper flared, what were these fools doing here?! Did they not feel the danger? Did they not listen to their instincts to remain far from this place? Obviously not for there they all were. Perhaps that was one of the powers of the shadows, to smash the strong instinct of humans. Though this sounded plausible considering the strength she felt, she banished it from her mind. People these days were too dense to listen to their inner selves, too many have lost the way and could no longer "feel".
Feeling slightly lost, she continued forward, yet much slower. Could she have made a wrong turn some where, misread the signs? Would the confrontation really happen here, where there were so many people? One foot moved before the other, her mind reeling as she kept walking. She was almost horrified of what was about to happen, if she were right, and it was going to happen here. Desperately she looked about, surely there was a way to get them out of here? Maybe the police? But there was nothing illegal going on. Perhaps she could lie?...
Before she could finish that thought, she ran into something. Well it was more like someone ran into her. In her frazzled state, she lost her balance along with the other person and they both fell to the ground. With a hard "umph" she landed on her back side, a shock of pain shooting up her spine. "Great, my tail bone will smart for days!" she lamented in her own head. She shook her head, stars already forming before her eyes. In doing so her cloak fell from her head, no longer hiding her identity.
The person, a girl it sounded like, began to ramble apologizes in a few different languages. Slowly Desdemona pulled herself to her feet, rubbing her painful backside. Her eyes were narrowed in anger, the apologizes doing nothing to help her now very sour mood. Between the confusion of the situation and the frustration of being knocked down, she couldn't hold her tongue. "What the hell are you doing?!" She then looked to the girl, eyes practically sparking with her discontentment. Yet still, there was a look of panic in her blue eyes, a look of fear and entrapment. This girl could never survive against the powerful force that she felt.... looking around Desdemona bemoan the fact that she felt very little of the people could... the blood spill this early morning would be great... and her heart sunk...
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2009 8:49 am
"Huh?"
Jessie was setting the feeling he'd defiantly missed something. There where a awful lot of people around considering how late in was, there where never this many people even during the day in the skate parks. Maybe it would have made more sense if he'd been able to hear what some voice over a loudspeaker in the distance had said. It wasn't some public service announcement anyway, it didn't sound like it made much sense at least.
"Erm..." He tried to get the attention of a few people, be others new found hurried attitude to something and his own lack of Japanese didn't help. Maybe that blonde girl knew.
"Sorry but...what's going on?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2009 9:26 am
 ..now that was...interesting. Ciri grinned happily, So the whole 'fated other' thing is, in fact, not a love story but a game? He wondered just how would it be played out. In the middle of the night, with so many people who don't know each other... Just how many times was this played out already? The thought made him remember another part of the rumor that he heard. About the disappearing people. And wonder just how serious this game's rules really are. The thought made him excited. This is going to be so much fun! He wasn't alone, Hinata was with him. And soon one more person, by the rules of this game... the blonde looked around, searching for any kind of familiar face, but quickly stopped. It's always fun to make new friends, isn't it? So he's going to pair with the first person who... "Erm...Sorry but...what's going on?" The question made Ciri turn around towards the person asking, a young boy apparently, and grin widely, catching his hand in his own. "Okay, that's decided." he laughed "You're mine." Only after the claim did the blonde actually think about the boy's question. "Some sort of game it seems. We're supposed to pair up however we want, and do some sort of temporary-fated-bonding or whatever. No idea what is it about, but it certainly does sound interesting, doesn't it?" Still not letting go of his hand, he only grinned wider. "My name's Ciri. You?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 09, 2009 10:52 am
Okay, not the reaction he was excepting. It never seemed like a lot of Japanese people where into physical contact with complete strangers. That this girl didn't seem to want to let go.
"Your wai-"
A game? At this hour? From Jessie's experience just about any activity that began past midnight was probably something that involved being up to know good. But maybe it could be fun, it kind of sounded like some weird roleplaying deal from what she said. Fated bonding?
"Hi Ciri, it's Jessie" He shook her hand, partly because it was polite to do so and partly because he wanted his hands back.
Well, it was late, he could tag along for now, she was kind of cute...
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