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 Posted: Thu Dec 17, 2009 3:36 am
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 10:30 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 10:32 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 10:37 pm
  Reserved for after Sirona's reflection, after her first night of becoming the Senshi of Healing.
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 10:38 pm
FIX THEM!Summary to come once the role-play is finished.
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 10:39 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2009 11:51 pm
For the past week or so, for Ji-Yeon Nae, life had been a haze; day and night passing easily. Between being the new girl at school, nursing homes, church, and senshi duties, there had been not a second to spare to sit down and enjoy the scenery. Finally however, the Gods, actually, to be precise, the Board of Education had spared teenagers a time to do this. Winter Break. Yesterday had been a most special day, Christmas. A day for the three-member (and dog) family to get together, pray and feast. Because of this, Ji-Yeon had awakened in good spirits, the first time in weeks, really. This was doubled when she peeled the curtain to take a peek outside, and not a speck of green grass nor gray pavement was showing; the snow had blanketed it all. Beckoning Yuna with two fingers, the owner and canine did their morning stretch together. Dog following close behind, the two ascended down the stairs, but Ji-Yeon stopped in her tracks. Her mother was fawning over someone, her father laughing loud and clear.
It was holiday season, so it wasn't unusual for the parents to be this happy. But, exactly who had lifted their spirits sky-high? Her father, known for having excellent peripheral vision, greeted Ji-Yeon with a hug, tucking the girl like a doll under his large arm. "Ah! Ji-Yeon, morning, sunshine. Guess who's here? Sung-Jun Choi! Remember him?" he chuckled once more, ruffling the boys' hair, and slightly moving towards the right, allowing Ji-Yeon to see this Sung-Jun. He was tall, that was an understatement. Taller than her giant of a father. 6'1? If he were to be placed next to her, she'd feel like a complete shrimp, standing at a meager 5'5. He also needed a haircut; it reached his shoulders, and was in a rather messy cut. She rarely showed interest in guys, but Ji-Yeon would have to admit, he looked good. But why was he here? She didn't like the aura she caught from him. It felt dangerous, albeit the sincere smile that he wore while conversing with her mother. Sung-Jun, Sung-Jun, Sung-Jun...Where had she heard that name before? Scanning through her memories, Ji-Yeon stopped at age five. They had been neighbors, just before the Nae family had left Korea.
The Choi family. She didn't remember much, excluding two facts. Her father and her mother, had been best friends with his father and his mother since the beginning of high school. He had also been her first love, as cheesy as it sounded. Ugh! This wasn't right. Why was he here? Her mind was in a daze. Already, her life was too troubling already, she didn't want another...complication. It was then that her mother spoke, interrupting Ji-Yeon's thoughts. "You do remember, don't you? Good!" she spoke excitedly, clasping her hands together with a wink. "You should get to know each other once again, because he'll be living with us for the next two years." She could have swallowed a panda the way her jaw dropped. "Now now, Ji-Yeon, show him to your room. We'll have his bed carried there by tomorrow." This was simply ridiculous! It wasn't up to them for to decide the fate of her room! She didn't want to be a spoiled bitchy daughter, but what they were doing was outrageous, simply spur of the moment. "Are you crazy? In MY room? Simply no way." One look from her father, and she was silenced. Albeit forced, she reluctantly muttered, "Come upstairs."
Word Count:: 58o.
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 3:32 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 2:57 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 3:01 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2009 9:04 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2009 9:07 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2009 9:41 pm
"Sit down, Ji-Yeon." her father ordered. Fear crawled up and down her back. It had been a while since she had seen him this serious. She dared not obey. With the most perfect posture she could manage, Ji-Yeon looked him directly in the eyes that mirrored hers, and inquired, "Yes, Father?" He did the same. "Now, listen carefully. I will not repeat myself. Understood?" She nodded. "I'm sure you know already, your mother and I were the best of friends with Sung-Jun's parents since high school." She nodded once more, urging him to go on. He chuckled nervously, "What you don't know, is that both his father and I, kind of used to be gangsters in those days." He paused for a moment, letting nostalgia pass. Her father? A gangster? No way! She slightly rolled her eyes in disbelief. "Of course, not the modern American definition of 'gangster'. We just, got into a lot of fights. We were known for it." He let out an awkward cough. It was hard for him to reminisce. "I owe him my life, several times over. Now that both of his parents are deceased due to reasons I have no idea of, Sung-Jun will be treated like our own son. That is, until we find another blood relative." Her jaw practically reached the floor. Ji-Yeon instantly regretted her harsh acts against Sung-Jun that week, but at the same time, she understood he did not want to take part in a pity party. "Do you understand what I'm saying, Ji-Yeon?" he inquired. "I do, Father." she replied. "Good," he grinned, smacking his thighs with both hands. "I'm glad we had this talk. Now go, your room has been re-decorated. I think you'll like it!" he chuckled, with a wink.
Already, that had been a week ago. Upon looking at her newly refurnished room, she did not bubble with excitement, she had shrieked, waking up Sung-Jun. "L-l-look at my r-r-r-ooom!" Ji-Yeon stammered, at a loss of words. How many years had she honed her interior designing skills to perfect her room? Ji-Yeon's room was large, to say the least, it took up two floors of the house, and was connected by a small staircase. She had no excuse for 'no room', 'too crammed', and such. But she was horrified that fifty percent of her room had been demolished, who knows where her crap had been moved to, and replaced with the items of a boy; he had taken up the whole first floor. Sung-Jun rubbed his eyes lazily, looking up at the person who was causing such a ruckus. He lay in his bed, which had been the previous location of her wardrobe. Realizing what she was gaping at, he chuckled with a cocky grin, "You like? I got this whole place refurnished for us." For us? He wasn't going to be able to sweet talk her today. Then again, it did look kind of nice. She had gotten the upper floor, and her beloved bed, three pillows, lavender antique drawer, sparkling pink lamp, two vanity mirrors and stools, her desk, and a dog shaped in the form of a puppy; they had all remained in tact. Two new items were also there, a pink and yellow couch, along with another cabinet in the shape of a mirror. He had read her mind.
With a slight pout of the mouth, and a cross of the arms, she inspected the room. "W-well, I-I suppose it's okay." Ji-Yeon admitted. The area at which the flat-screen was located was still similar to hers, just more modern and less feminine. For Sung-Jun's purposes, several game consoles had been placed nearby. Other then that, the whole other area was his 'room', his bed, his computer, his wardrobe. She couldn't argue about the essentials. But...what the? A new sink, a new fridge, a new table. And was that beer on the table? Just as she was about to frown upon it, Sung-Jun practically leaped off his bed, and hastily walked over to Ji-Yeon. He picked her up as if she was a doll, spun her around twice, and then hugged her tightly. "I'm glad, Ji-Yeon!" he was grinning from ear to ear. She tried moving her arms to hit him back in protest, but not enough space for that. "Leff wmi gaoo!" she yelled into his chest. Getting the translation, he backed off for a second, a minor pause before he took her hand once more and led her to their new table. "Sit," he ordered, pulling out a stool for her. She obeyed. "Now, close your eyes," he demanded, grinning. She did."And...open."The most grand, beautiful, and delicious-looking cake lay in front of her. He seemed to look nervous as he continued, "Truth being, I baked it. It doesn't taste like toxic, trust me. I practiced, for a while." So that was why he had been making so many trips to the market. "Wow, Sung-Jun, I'm impressed." The comment was sincere; heck, she almost even laughed. "Glad you like it, mademoiselle." Sung-Jun replied, with a bow. "Now, now, before we devour it, let's take the proper procedures."Out of his pocket came out nine candles, one significantly large one, eight other minor ones. He placed all of them in the cake. ...Could it be his birthday? He shut off the lights, then sat across from her. "Sung-Jun, is it your eighteenth birthday?" she inquired. Her facial expression probably looked deadly in the dark, illuminated by candles. He shrugged, but still smiled, "It is. I just thought it would be better if you didn't know. Don't worry about it. Most of my birthdays have been worse, I'm just glad I have someone to celebrate it with." Wow. Ji-Yeon was slightly moved, at the same time, she knew he was always good with words. On the other hand, she felt really bad, and craved making it up to him. Just today, I'll be nice to him, she vowed to herself. "Well then, Sung-Jun. Cover your ears." Ji-Yeon chimed."생일 축하 합니다," she started, singing the Korean version of the birthday song. Happy Birthday To You. In the darkness, he was visually beaming with happiness. It was the least she could do."생일 축하 합니다..." Ji-Yeon repeated once more, giggling. Happy Birthday To You...His happiness was a bit contagious, that was undeniable. "사랑하는, 성준~" Ji-Yeon sang. Our beloved Sung-Jun. And then he blew out the candles."Happy Birthday, Sung-Jun." she repeated, almost in a whisper, going over to hug him. It was the least she could do. He made her realize how happy she should be, how lucky she was. Her birthdays were a feast. Yet, the less a person had, the more he or she treasured. "Thank you." he replied. His voice was weak, as if he was struggling not to tear. The atmosphere had to change, she thought. Laughing with excitement, she shouted, "Now! Let's have cake!"and she dove in.Word Count:: 115o.
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2010 4:17 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2010 10:52 am
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